Master: My Disciple Matches The SSR Aizen Template

Chapter 47 The Only Flaw In Lin Mo's Shadow! (34, Looking For Flowers, Monthly Tickets)

Standing in front of a full-length mirror with a broken, taped corner.

Gin wine without too much emotion on his face... Zhao Junxiong, put on that one, the school uniform of No. 2 Middle School, which was washed white and faded.

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Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhao Junxiong had an illusion as if he had passed away.

More than a week ago, I was just a wild dog struggling in the mud, using my teeth, claws, and my own life to carefully guard the peaceful time with my grandfather.

But now...

The lowered eyes flashed like Jiang Nanchun, who was stabbed between the eyebrows by a bullet; Chen Jianwen, who stabbed himself in the chest in the chaos; last night, the fight in the abandoned old building...

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In the past, every day and night, while listening to the increasingly violent coughing of my grandfather, I was filled with fear and powerlessness in my heart!

He knew that his grandfather had endured the physical pain desperately, and had saved up all the money, every penny, and wanted to keep it for himself to study and go to college...

Zhao Junxiong was afraid, afraid that his grandfather, who depended on him for life, would leave him one day.

In countless darkness, he stretched out his hand frantically, wanting to grab something, wanting to control his own destiny...

He prayed!

Even, he was willing to sell his soul to the devil!

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"call!"

Immersed in that gray memory like drowning, tightly clenched fists, panting dully.

He gradually put away his thoughts, and in his black and white eyes, there was a 'deep' gratitude to the Lord!

Instead of watching 'Grandpa' age step by step, enduring illness, until death; instead of living a numb life like a marionette...

Zhao Junxiong is more willing to fall into darkness... At least, he is no longer powerless, and has the power to resist fate!

Perhaps, in his bones, he suppressed the crazy beast...

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Wearing a school uniform, he put on his only pair of sneakers.

Zhao Junxiong, who was about to leave, glanced at this side of the shabby room, as if thinking of something, walked in again, and carried his schoolbag in front of the narrow table.

Pushing the door open, he took a few steps, turned his head, and took a deep look at the shack where he and his grandfather had lived for more than ten years.

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"Zhao Junxiong?"

"Zhao Junxiong!"

Passing an old residential area not far from the shack to be demolished, a clean-looking girl with double ponytails and clean clothes recognized Zhao Junxiong, and her clear voice, like that of a yellow warbler, rang out from afar.

The girl trotted after her, and when she poked her head around the corner, she saw an empty path.

shadowed corners.

Zhao Junxiong looked at the girl's back and pursed his lips... This girl is called Nie Xiaoyu, a classmate of his, and the two of them didn't have much communication at first, but once after school, Nie Xiaoyu was entangled by gangsters nearby, and he pulled out a stick; Nie Xiaoyu , and the only one in the class who has seen the other side of this humble middle-level student.

Since then, Nie Xiaoyu has always brought Zhao Junxiong a lot of food and supplies...

To some extent, this ordinary girl was the only ray of light in Zhao Junxiong's world.

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In the past, he and Nie Xiaoyu existed in two worlds;

Now, he and Nie Xiaoyu are parallel lines of two worlds!

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Zhao Junxiong boarded the No. 109 bus, and subconsciously sat at the back of the carriage, so that he could see the entire carriage.

It was close to noon, and there were not many passengers in the carriage.

The carriage was shaking, Zhao Junxiong leaned his head against the glass, he stretched out his hand to touch his abdomen, behind the bandage, there was another burst of pain, with blood oozing out.

However, in order not to let grandpa find out, he tied a few more layers of bandages.

It was quite far, and another car was turned.

Stop in front of Yichuan Nursing Home, a mid-level nursing home.

Zhao Junxiong was inexplicably nervous and a little guilty... That, the ruthless person who killed the No. 3 member of the Chen family and the No. 4 member of the Qing Gang, without blinking his eyes, became uneasy and uneasy!

Grandpa's greatest wish for him is to study, to go to college...

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I bought the most expensive fruit, but tore off the exquisite packaging and labels of the fruit, and put them in cheap red plastic bags.

Take a deep breath.

Zhao Junxiong, walk into the nursing home.

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"Ah Jun, you are here, let Grandpa take a good look at it!"

"Grandpa is already in good health, there is no need to spend this money, let's go back..."

Grandpa Zhao Dashan's complexion was much better than before he was admitted to the hospital, and his whole body was in good spirits, and he became more and more energetic. When he saw his grandson, he kept talking.

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Zhao Junxiong walked in the garden of the nursing home with his grandfather supported.

"Jun'er, how are you studying recently?"

"It's all good."

Replied.

"That's good, that's good...Jun'er, I have to go back. If I don't go back, my land will be occupied by other people. At that time, what will we rely on to eat? What will we rely on to drink?"

"In the future, there will be many places where you need to spend money... Going to college requires tuition fees and a lot of living expenses. I thought, I must save more for you every month, and I can't let my classmates look down on me!"

"When you go to college, you still have to talk about friends..."

"Jun'er, grandpa told you, when you talk about friends, don't look good, but be down-to-earth, and you will live a good life..."

"Grandpa is useless, he can't help you too much..."

Grandpa Zhao Dashan said in a rambling manner.

The old man imagined that his grandson would grow up, get married, have children, and live an ordinary but stable life, and he would no longer have to live in a homeless life like the two of them.

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Zhao Junxiong listened carefully, his eyes were red.

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PS:

Even if it is a supporting role, the author wants to write him with flesh and blood.

To be honest, this kind of writing is not pleasing in Feilu. The author wrote it with a guilty conscience and no confidence.

Old readers know that Feilu pursues extreme pleasure...but the author still wants to try!

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Thank you for your support!

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