It's a bit of a loss to be a hero with this template

Chapter 31 I don’t need a scapegoat

What happened next was really disappointing... Li Shupei also knew that he had to fight. He stood up tremblingly, trying to repeat the same trick and "trap" him with his telekinesis. But the insect pest would no longer do this to him.

When he got the chance, he kicked off his legs and ran around the room like a bullet.

The hardness of his body is already strong, coupled with this terrifying speed, it is enough to smash most of the things in the room like foam boards. The classmates in the class are all mortal bodies, how can they withstand this level?

During the battle, everyone screamed and shrank into a corner. Perhaps the insect pests did not want to make the matter any bigger, so they acquiesced to this behavior, and did not visit that corner in the subsequent battles.

But, for Li Shupei, this is undoubtedly bad news.

In such an empty room, the opponent's movement speed was already much faster than his dynamic vision. Every time he tried to push him with telekinesis, he was dodged time and time again by the opponent. He finally managed to push him, and before he could fly into the air, the insect pests

He would tap the ground lightly with his toes, like a rhinoceros, and use brute force to break free. This cycle continued, and Li Shupei's physical strength was almost exhausted.

In the end, he almost begged the other party to eat him once or twice, at least to show off the only thing worth bragging about, so that the other party could understand that he could still be "used" and that he was not a completely useless waste.

The cruel thing is...Chongchang is not even willing to give him such an opportunity.

He was like a cunning flying insect, vibrating its wings and darting around Li Shupei. No matter how much he swung the electric mosquito swatter until he was sweating like rain, he could not touch the corner of his clothes. Li Shupei soon got tired.

Panting - telekinesis consumes not only physical strength, but also mental strength. But he doesn't dare to stop... not even for a moment. He must squeeze out the last bit of strength to fight for his own survival against his opponent.

possible.

"ah------!!"

At the last moment, Li Shupei was on the verge of emotional collapse. He roared like a madman. With infinite fear, he wrapped the last remaining mental power around his arm, forming a bright dark red halo. He reluctantly took steps forward, like a strong man breaking his wrist.

, take the initiative to attack pests.

On the other side, in the center of the battlefield, Chong Zhi looked at Li Shupei who rushed forward with all his might, and smiled with great joy. He took a leisurely stance, straightened his right arm, and a layer of cuticle like crystal clusters completely wrapped his arm.

Among them, under the light, this arm refracted a dazzling circle of light, and slammed into Li Shupei's fist.

“Boom————!!”

There was a crisp sound.

The second before the sound came, the burning pain had already passed through the nerves and hit the brain first. At that moment, everything in the ears suddenly disappeared, leaving only the buzzing sound and the pain in the entire right arm.

The sound of breaking bones.

In such a fierce confrontation, his arm...

Broken.

"ah------------!!!"

Li Shupei hugged his obviously broken arm and knelt on the ground with a plop. His facial features were twisted together due to severe pain, he opened his mouth and closed his eyes, and screamed loudly.

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"That guy is dead..." Crouching in the corner, Yin Chengyi already understood Li Shupei's defeat from this extremely miserable scream, and couldn't help but say, "Even if there is no difference in proficiency in his own abilities,

, based on experience alone, that guy called Pest can play him to death without even breathing... Now this situation is nothing more than a cat teasing a mouse."

"Yes. Even a novice like you can see it. What does it mean? It means that the gap between the two people is indeed very obvious. Even if the world is turned upside down, Brother Li will not be his opponent." Da Chong said in a way that he was not too embarrassed to watch the excitement.

He said with a big smile, "Well, Chengyi, congratulations, now the choice is yours."

"What are you going to do to him?"

…

Yin Chengyi watched from a distance as Li Shupei was like a moth to the flame, using all his strength to pounce on the insect again - his originally handsome face had now become ferocious and ugly, and he no longer had the look he had when looking down at others from above.

The arrogance and the calmness of having everything under control are gone. Instead, there is a strong desire for "life".

He wants to live.

He is no longer a reserve for the future super police, no longer a heartthrob who feels good. At this moment, he just wants to continue to live as a human being.

"That liquor seller doesn't do anything serious all day long. He just instills some random ideas into you. Plus, based on my understanding of you... I'm sure you will save me. But Chengyi, use your brain.

, you can wait a moment."

At the critical moment, how could Da Chong miss the opportunity to ridicule and continue to "advise" in Yin Chengyi's ear, "That little bastard has never dealt with you. Just now, he was self-righteous and giving you a face... Hehe,

Chengyi, you've actually been unhappy with him for a long time, right? If it weren't for your so-called 'conscience', I guess you would have slapped him on the wall like a mosquito, unable to remove the button.

.You are fully capable of doing it.”

"God has arranged it very cleverly for you. This opportunity has finally come! And it is extremely simple."

His tone gradually became weird, like the sharp sound of nails scraping against a blackboard, accompanied by a sneer, "Just sit back and watch. Other than that, there is nothing to do or think about."

"Of course you can save people, but...even if you squat here for a few minutes before going back, what will you lose? Will anyone hold you accountable for not showing up in time as a 'messenger of justice' afterwards?"

The hot breath of the big insect sprayed on the back of his neck, which invisibly made his mind sway from side to side. "There is no need to have any sense of guilt - although guilt is also good food for me, but in this matter, boy

, there is really no need to feel any guilt, you just did a normal thing in this modern society... That's all."

"remain silent."

"The most common thing in the world is the silent one. Even if there is one more today, it doesn't seem to matter, right?"

…

"Stab-"

Without saying a word, Yin Cheng took off his school uniform, tore off a long strip of fabric from it, folded it into a triangle, and wrapped it in a messy shape on his face, which looked very similar to the kind of thing in a post-apocalyptic game.

The visible gang members are ugly. Compared with last time, at least this time he knew to take the initiative to cover his face, which is a bit of progress.

"Oh?" Da Chong's tone rose, and he asked in a tone that was not too big to watch the excitement, "What, boy? Do you think... what I said is wrong?"

"That's right, I do hate him. At least you are right about this."

Unexpectedly, Yin Cheng expressed his agreement with Da Chong's remarks - this kind of situation is very rare, and even Da Chong himself did not expect it. The beast's pupils widened slightly, and then narrowed into a bright gap, more or less

Play with meaning.

"But, one code equals another. What happened this time was entirely because he was mistaken for me by bad people, and it developed like this."

"Then let them continue to think like this. It's not your fault. How about..." Da Chong sneered and asked, "For you, this should be the best of both worlds?"

Yin Cheng turned his head and stared at the reflection in the glass window in the distance. His gaze was like a sword, penetrating through the pupils of the reflection in the window and reaching deep into his soul. In the darkness, he faced the pair of glittering golden eyes.

, without any retreat.

Every word, like an axe, hits the rock wall of the soul, emitting a long-lasting echo like a big yellow bell.

"One person does the work and the other takes responsibility. I haven't done it to the point... that I need to use this guy as a scapegoat!"

(End of chapter)