doomsday lamb

The boy who was sitting in the corner suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp gaze pierced out like a sword. Several boys in front of him took a step back in shock, and one fell down because he was unsteady on his feet.

Compared with the other children, the boy's complexion is darker, his face is rather childish, and his facial features are delicate rather than thin.

But on the contrary, because of this, it looks more angular.

Her moderately thick lips and deep, light brown eyes beneath a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows exuded a power that was completely inappropriate for her age.

And he is none other than Lang Hua.

"Who are these people in front of me, and where am I?" Lang Hua wondered.

Finally he recognized that the sturdy boy with fat head and big ears in front was Chen Hua. Because this name was hidden in the deepest part of his childhood memory, he could not recall it easily.

The only thing that puzzled the young man was the expression on Chen Hua's face. He was both ashamed and angry, and in the end, anger took over.

He has seen this look on many people's faces, mostly when an organization's temporary leader tries to save the face lost in an accident after some event beyond his control.

They are ashamed of being frightened and losing their composure, and they are ashamed of having shame. In the end, they have to get angry in order to cover up or vent their anger.

Although the boy has always believed that this is the most childish and ridiculous behavior, it is boring and wasteful. The time and energy wasted will undoubtedly reduce the survival possibility of the individual and even the team. And any unwise behavior will be the result of death in the apocalypse.

Breakthrough.

As expected, the boy named Chen Hua yelled: "Hey, you! Why are you staring? It seems that the slap just now didn't make you remember!"

But other children around him grabbed him: "Goodbye, Brother Hua. He fainted just now."

"Yes, yes, if there is too much movement, the dean and the nursing staff will come."

The more Chen Hua was pulled, the angrier he became. He thought to himself: "Damn it, if I stop now, doesn't it mean I'm afraid of this kid? He obviously cried when he was touched just now, but why are his eyes so scary now?"

Chen Hua was afraid. The scrutinizing gaze seemed to see through his own skin, flesh and bones, which made Chen Hua's heart feel chilly.

"These idiots", as long as no one stops them

, the more someone grabs him now, the more he can't stop.

"Ah. Hua...Brother Hua, that bastard has a nosebleed."

The young man leaning against the wall realized that they were talking about himself.

"Dean, nurse aunt? So here...but why? Is it a dream or hallucination?"

Lang Hua raised his hand and wiped it, his hand was wet and red, and his head became more and more dizzy.

"Good opportunity, give him one more chance and I will achieve my goal." Chen Hua broke away from the arm of the person next to him and reached out to grab the young man.

But no one expected that in a flash of lightning the boy grabbed the arm and threw Chen Hua against the wall.

"You damn bastard..." He could no longer continue what he said. A slender arm that was obviously that of a young man grabbed his throat and lifted him against the wall.

The palm stuck at the throat is much stronger than it looks.

Little by little, the palms of his hands tightened, and Chen Hua's face gradually turned red.

He wanted to scream for help, but found that even with his mouth wide open, no sound could come out.

He was afraid and started to tremble. He seemed to feel death coming - this person would really kill him! Help, help... Someone come and save me.

Lang Hua smiled unexpectedly: "Chen Hua? Hello, Boss Chen."

He completely remembered that in those earliest years, he did live in such a place, even if he still didn't want to recall this dark time.

The "king of kids" who almost wet his pants in front of him was named Chen Hua. In those years, he had been very upset with himself because of the similarity in his names.

If Lang Hua remembers correctly, this would have been May 31, two years before the catastrophe.

And if Lang Hua remembered correctly, a person was about to appear.

He slowly let go, and Chen Hua slid down the wall like a fish with its backbone removed.

As for the reason for such a strange association, it may be that he looked like an ordinary pre-catastrophic catfish while breathing heavily in fear.

This kind of stupid and harmless look would never happen in the age of catastrophe, so Lang Hua felt a little nostalgic.

Those equally stupid "followers" are just children, who have long been frozen in place.

Lang Hua reached out and patted Chen Hua's fat face and said with a smile: "If you cry, I will kill you."

"No, don't kill me. I won't cry, I won't cry."

"That's so good." Lang Hua raised his collar to cover his red neck, "Don't miss the meeting tomorrow. Hahaha."

After saying that, Lang Hua lay down not far away and cried loudly.

Just three seconds later, a woman walked into the activity room.

"What are you making the noise about? Who is that? Stop crying. Where are you mourning?" The woman was wearing a nurse's uniform and her sharp voice suppressed her cries. "Originally, I wanted you to have a good meal for tomorrow's meeting. I

Forget it, I’ll cut half of today’s dinner! It’s better to feed a dog than to feed you little bastards.”

In the impression of the female nurse, Lang Hua, who was crying in the corner, was introverted and cowardly. It was common for him to cry when he was bullied by other children.

As long as there are no big problems, she never bothers to care.

After the female nurse left, Lang Hua stood up and patted the dust on his pants.

He walked up to a child, kicked him to the ground, and punched him without any explanation.

Lang Hua looked at him jokingly: "You just wanted to tell the truth, right?"

"No, no, I didn't mean to..." Having heard through his heart, the child looked at him in horror.

"Taking nonsense will kill people." Lang Hua leaned down, lifted up his collar and said, "Do you think if you are killed, will anyone doubt me? Will they doubt the person who is often bullied by you?

On the doormat?"

Lang Hua said, turning to look at the other children and laughing gently.

Strange expressions, sudden events, and threats of death shocked the nerves of several boys. The smile looked more like a devil's smile to them, and coupled with the blood around Lang Hua's mouth, it frightened them even more.

The timidest boy who had fallen before had tears in his eyes and desperately covered his mouth to prevent himself from crying.

If you cry out, you will die.

"No, we won't say it." Others also spoke one after another.

"This is the best." Lang Hua then walked out the door. Before going out, he turned around and smiled, "By the way, send your dinner to my room tonight. I think you should also

You can’t eat it.”