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The main story is part 53

I know exactly that you can say that Ye CanSheng, who can stop my hope, is dead, but I can not still stop this question. It’s a weak human heart. My body has a pair of fluent callers, embracing me again, causing a series of pain. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

“Ye Kang Shen?” His name will be spoken from another person’s mouth. It is so different that it appears in another world.

“Well …”

The arc of my neck is back. There is no joy or excitement, I’m affected by only pain and beaten attacks.

“Do not worry, he, he’s very lucky.

“!”

I do not think he tells me, I look at her bruising. I do not want to live! Immediately CanSheng, come quickly to my house!

“Do not miss expressions, you just want it to go and more!

My knee bends, so it hurts. I do not feel anything at the bottom of my body, it’s just nonsense. They are consecutive, some are continuous. And it seems that, by scratching, I constantly whispered next to my ears.

“Well, yes, yes yes … …” My body grows and falls, you can not empty full sentences. My two eyes, the shaving black hair of ShangFan and the rocky curtain can also see …

As he shows most to me, ShangFan passes over my body, I embrace myself sitting on the feet when he stopped his movement. . The body of my body is deeper, like the current flooded behind. I smile soft.

“Why do not I serve you and say he was dead?

My legs are stretched and my heart is frozen. “No, yes …”

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For some time, but this is a time that I will never forget in spite of years.

In the old city beneath the sun, he sat under a tree in the sky. The page of the book, where the butterfly flew over his eyes and turned to him, could not take care of.

His black hair was shiny soft and a little blocked. A pair of black frame power was supported by the nose bridge, and it slightly shone under the sun. Nobody could imagine he was actually a teacher at this university …

He was named Fang Fu Sheng, but I called him XiaoFu. He was a man who fell in love when I was in college. At the same time he is my favorite man for my life …

Adolescent anti-government forces, much of the university. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

I met exactly the same companions, but met him different from the crowd. He was not as a normal old professor with his danger and stereotype remarks. His uniqueness and misfortune have always fascinated me. YunSheng reminded him too much of this sign.

After fighting his face and swollen eyes, he returned to the desk and said, “Are you hurting?”

“No, it’s all! It’s bleeding, how do you not hurt?”

I, so I’ll be deported, I warned that I do not fight, I later thought he was trying to make me of me, I’m pretty, please remember to give it to him in a position. They all looked alike.

“Why do you fight?” This was a matter of all professors.

“Because I was a demon”.

“Yes, you’re pretty powerful to take 10 people, you are the leader.”

“You did it?”

“Because I will be seriously injured and it’s a foolish action that you fight with the bands.” “But, then, his sight suddenly moved from the table to me

His eyes were serious. They should not be my fault, but they made incredible courage: “I know that you often see those who are younger than weapons and blows.” You come from a good background But this does not mean that you can choose them last straw.

His tone was calm, but at the same time he was also ineligible: “Before you do something, I do not care about your way to solve the problem completely, and I do not care about whether it’s fair. You must consider 1. Your chance to win 2 : You want to keep it secret 3: .. Even if you do that to deal with the effects, if you think you do not want a family background or it is not a rare attribute Can you use it? If you can do it, you will succeed, for example, drinking water.

He looked at me very seriously and said: “I really hope you will be the president of my class.

He is not the president of this class, but the president of my class

This was my first college. I was 19 years old. It was also the first lesson he taught me, for the first time I realized my teacher. At that time, he was mysterious and alone in my eyes.

He understood me: I need my own power!

In six months I changed myself. I played this role taking ownership of others who caused problems and took over the current president. I was very excited during the first week, but after a month I was tempted.

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Main Story Part 53

Even though I clearly know that he might say that Ye CanSheng died which would cut off my hopes, I still can’t restrain myself from asking. This is how weak a human heart is. The thing that’s like a pair of fire tongs in my body thrusts into me again causing a series of pain.

“Ye CanSheng?” His name is spoken from another person’s mouth. It’s so different it feels like it’s from another world.

“Ugh…”

My neck arches back. There’s no pleasure nor excitement, only constant attacks of sadness and agony hit me.

“Don’t worry, ah, he’s very fortunate. He didn’t even die from such a huge riot!”

“!”

I didn’t think he would tell me, I look at him in a daze. Didn’t die, still alive! CanSheng, quick, quickly come take me home!

“Don’t have a hopeful expression. You’re just, making me want to, r*pe you over and over again!”

My knee is painful from being buckled. I can’t feel anything on the lower part of my body anymore, it just feels numb. There’s something that’s going in and out nonstop, and the sounds of skin slapping together constantly resound beside my ears…

“Why, you, ugh… ha…” My body that’s rising and falling can’t mouth out a single complete sentence at all. My two eyes can only see the swinging curtains as well as ShangFan’s swaying black hair…

Almost like he’s showing consideration for me, ShangFan sweeps up my sweaty body and hugs me whilst I sit on his legs as he stops his movements. The thing in my body goes in even deeper, it’s like an electric current flowed behind my back. I softly whimper.

“Are you curious as to why I didn’t deceive you and tell you he died?”

My legs are propped up and my heart freezes, “Don’t, ugh…”

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That was such a long time ago, and it’s also the times that I won’t forget no matter how many years pass…..

In an old city, beneath the sun, he sat beneath the tree facing upwards towards the sky. Butterflies flew past his eyes, the book pages that flipped by next to him couldn’t grasp his attention.

His strands of jet black hair were soft and shiny, and they slightly curled by his ears. A pair of black framed glasses was propped on his nose bridge and faintly shone beneath the sunshine. No one could imagine that he was actually a professor at this university…

He was called Fang FuSheng, but I called him XiaoFu. He was the man I fell in love with when I was in university. At the same time, he is the person I love for my entire life….

Teenagers rebel, much more in university.

I met classmates who were exactly the same, yet I met him who was different from the crowd. He wasn’t like the normal old professors with their hackneyed and stereotypical remarks. His uniqueness and casualness always attracted me. YunSheng resembled this trait of his too much.

After being in a fight with a bruised face and swollen eyes, he just slightly glanced at me before he turned back to his desk and asked, “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“No shit. There’s blood coming out how could it not hurt?”

I remember that I didn’t treat him with a kind attitude back then, because I had predicted that he would just reprimand me then warn me that I wasn’t allowed to fight otherwise I would get expelled and so on. They were all the same anyways.

“Why did you fight?” It was a question that all the teachers asked.

“Because I was in a bad mood.”

“Yeah, you’re pretty strong, to take on ten people by yourself. You’re cut out to be a leader.”

“Huh?”

“However,” At that time, his gaze suddenly moved from the table to me, “to let me discover you with severe injuries and that you’ve been fighting with a gang is just idiotic behaviour.”

His eyes were serious. they weren’t blaming me yet they carried unbelievable encouragement, “I know that you’re often greeted with punches and kicks from those thugs because you’re younger than them and you come from a good background. However, this doesn’t mean you can just take them on by yourself as the last straw.”

His tone was gentle, but at the same time it also carried undeniable certainty, “To solve a problem perfectly, I won’t be bothered too much by your method, nor will I care about whether it’s righteous or not. But before you do something you have to consider, one: your chances of winning. Two: Whether or not you can keep it a secret. Three: How to cope with the aftermath. Even if you hate your family background so much, if you think about it another way, isn’t it a rare attribute you can use? If you can use this advantage well, then you’ll succeed like a duck takes to water.”

He looked at me very seriously and said, “I really hope you become my class president.”

He said my class president and not this class’s class president

That was my first year of university. I was nineteen. That was also the first lesson he taught me, and the first time I respected a teacher. Back then, he was just a mysterious and unique existence in my eyes.

He made me realise: I need to have power that belongs to me!

In half a year’s time I changed myself. I roped in people around me, privately took care of those who caused trouble, overthrew the current class president and successfully took over the role. I was very excited in the first week but I realised I was tricked after a month.

It’s only when you became the closest person to him, that you understood just how confusing of a person he is…..

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