Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

How can you blame her? I can only blame them for their bad luck, they only contributed a little to the flames. Who told them to say that clearly?

The rain dripped outside the window, the leaves of the sycamore tree drooping, the girl's eyes were clear and innocent, Shi Qingyue completely defeated the battle with that open gaze, helplessly buried his head.

Jiang Zhiyi avoided her wound and shook her arm: "Let's go."

When he left the classroom, Shi Qingyi glanced back. The half-person-tall books piled at Song Zhiming and Deng Sisi's position had been taken back, empty.

——Probably not in a short time.

She lowered her eyes and felt Jiang Zhiyi's hand tightening slightly.

The rain in late autumn was slightly cool, and it was not allowed to ride a bicycle on rainy days. Jiang Zhiyi took her to take a bus.

When it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, there was no one on the bus. Shi Qingyi was sitting on the inside, Jiang Zhiyi was very close to her, with a headset in his ear, listening to English very seriously.

She can’t afford a mobile phone, nor can she spend any extra money at home for tutoring classes. She usually only has to train her listening skills occasionally during exams and English classes. Her performance in all aspects has always been very good. English listening is a weak item. .

Qingyue cares about her. It seems that this person doesn't care about anything, but he can always find gentleness that cannot be ignored in the details.

Maybe it was too tired. Jiang Zhiyi fell asleep after hearing this, leaning his head on Shi Qingyi’s shoulder, and breathing quietly and shallowly. Shi Qingyi turned down the sound of the phone a bit and turned her sideways to let her. It's more comfortable to rely on.

"What is her current blackening value?"

The system probed out of the pretense: "...50."

Shi Qingyue's eyelids twitched: "I remember it didn't seem to be this high when I first came?"

The system is incomparably painful, weakly speaking: "I think you intensified her blackening value..."

"So," Shi Qing barley smiled and didn't smile, "blame me?"

The system flinched in fright, and shook his head quickly: "No, no, no!"

Conscience of heaven and earth, how dare I.

The system hesitated for a while, and started to make bad ideas: "I think she is still a poor little cutie in front of you. Otherwise, you will send her to college well, stay with her and protect her until she is safe. After this life steadily?"

Shi Qingyi was silent for a moment, and his slender fingers fell on the edge of the window and trembled unconsciously.

The end of this life is just a matter of the world for her, and it will not take long, but for Jiang Zhiyi, it is her life of hard work.

The system continues to behave in a good way: "It stands to reason that the blackening value of 50 should be targeted at other people, come to collect debts, bankruptcy purchases, you see, because you are here, she just secretly spilled the pot of water, this is how big a concession by the villain. Ah! Didn't she still promise you not to dare anymore?"

"Then if she doesn't do anything to other people, what will the ending be like in the original book?" Fingers were bent, and a transparent water mark was drawn on the glass window.

In the ending of the book, Jiang Zhiyi failed to persecute the male and female protagonist. Later, he died on the way to escape. There were no bones left in a shipwreck. Jiang Zhiqing went to the beach to mourn for her for three minutes, and was hugged by the male protagonist. No one even thought of salvaging her. Her corpse or a cloak mound was erected.

The system got stuck: "If you can prevent her from looking for trouble with the hostess, who is so virgin heart, how can you do it on her?"

After talking about it, he has no confidence. In the last world, the villain itself was strong and men and women were discouraged. The villain in this world was just a blackened but poor little person who had no strength to support it.

So should, probably, maybe?

Perhaps Jiang Zhiyi had a nightmare. He began to whisper something. Shi Qingyi couldn't hear him clearly. He just reached out and patted her back. The girl calmed down again and moved closer to her.

It seems that it is not close enough, unless it is integrated into the blood to stop.

When I got out of the car, it was the umbrella held by Jiang Zhiyi. The two of them were close to each other. Jiang Zhiyi moved his finger and wanted to hold Shi Qingyue’s finger. He was too courageous, for fear that Shi Qingyue would be disgusted, and finally Then quietly retracted back.

It was unsuccessful because Shi Qingyue held her hand.

It's not the first time to hold her hand, but this time it was neither because of pulling her away nor because of injury, it was holding hands for no reason.

Jiang Zhiyi's heart beat quickly, beating his thin skin and flesh, as if beating a drum, the hot temperature rushed from the heart all the way to the limbs, and finally gathered at the fingertips of the left hand.

For a moment, she almost felt that her breathing was not smooth.

Shi Qingyi walked forward without anyone else, pretending that nothing happened: "Do you have any favorite places?"

"what?"

"Lao Ban said that he wants to start thinking about the school he wants to go to and plan for the future. Do you have any favorites?" Shi Qingyue raised his head and deliberately ignored her.

Jiang Zhiyi was at a loss for a moment, and shook his head: "No..."

No matter where on the map, it is just a place name. She was born in this small place. From the day her mother left, she has no home. She is duckweed without roots, so it doesn't matter where she goes.

She just wanted a home, and wanted to leave here.

So he was speechless again. Jiang Zhiyi was afraid that everything was false, and feared that Shi Qingyi would be unhappy if he didn't have his own opinion, so he squeezed her fingertips secretly.

Shi Qingyue did not resist, letting her squeeze it and then retreat neatly. When she reached the entrance of the alley, she handed the umbrella to her. The sound of rain has gradually diminished, and only a few strands of rain are left, only on the eaves. The water plopped into the puddle and splashed.

There was a long silence, the blonde girl finally defeated, her voice was awkward, and she gave herself up: "I want to ask you if you want to take the same school as me."

Jiang Zhiyi paused while holding the umbrella, stood in the rain and raised his head timidly, seeming unbelievable and a little disturbed.

The usually arrogant and domineering blond girl looked a little anxious.

Jiang Zhiyi didn't know why, but he was willing in his heart, or subconsciously asked stupidly, "Which one?"

Shi Qingyue: "..."

As a scumbag with six subjects that add up to less than 400 points, he wants to go to the same school as a tyrant who is always in the top 20. Which school can accept such a large span.

"Go to the south," Shi Qingyue faced the simple walls of the alley, but was afraid to see people. "My mother left me a house by the sea with peach trees planted in it, so I can go and see it together in summer. The sea does not feel very cold in winter. There are very good schools in that city, and there are schools I can go to. It seems that it’s not far away..."

"you……"

Would you like to go with me?

It was a bit difficult for the awkward blonde girl to say it like this. The **** the other side raised her head before she finished speaking.

There was no light in the deep alley at night, but Shi Qingyue still saw the water in her eyes. It was very dark, almost crying, only the blink of an eye was gone, everything seemed like an illusion.

Where she stood holding her schoolbag, her voice was full of expectation: "Then can I go with you?"

Suddenly being robbed of his lines, Shi Qingyue was stunned: "...Yes."

The system praised: "What a nice girl, I know how to ask you if you know you are thin-skinned."

...

Jiang Zhiyi still habitually watched Shi Qingyue leave. Her heart filled her chest with turbulent acidity, but she felt unreasonably relaxed when she left with her schoolbag.

Shi Qingyi has her in his plans for the future. She can always accompany the girl she likes for a long, long time. Maybe, it's not just the limit of friends.

She quietly squeezed her palm, which was where Shi Qingyue had held her palm. The first time I felt so clearly that the future might not be dark.

She walked towards the alley step by step, feeling that the remaining half a year would not be so difficult anymore, as long as she survived it, she would have no trouble.

Such a good mood stopped abruptly the moment she opened the door. The floor was covered with broken wine bottles and the smell of cigarettes. Auntie sat on the sofa and looked very depressed.

She remembered that her aunt was a somewhat plump woman before. Later, she went out to buy vegetables and picked a cart. She didn’t know when she became thinner. The thinner she became, the more she was unable to resist the atrocities. Every time her uncle was drunk, she and her aunt were always the best. Those who suffer first.

The drunkard is not a human, but he has kind thoughts towards the only daughter, and a different attitude towards Jiang Zhiyi, the oil bottle.

"Finally willing to come back? I can't stay home every day, see what time it is?" When the man scolded, a scent of alcohol came out of his mouth. The smoker was almost nauseous, but Jiang Zhiyi didn't dare to cause it. It is the sum of the men's fists and feet.

She shrank in the corner and did not dare to speak. She sensitively realized that it was wrong today. Jiang Zhiqing was not at home. The aunt's rare close up was so early. The room was shrouded in smoke and dust, and the air was terribly muddy.

"Zhiyi," Jiang Zhiyi's aunt is an honest woman. When she spoke, her lips squirmed for a while, her rough fingers rubbed the cloth of her thighs unconsciously, and there was embarrassment on her face, "You know about Zhiqing. Right?"

What about Jiang Zhiqing?

Jiang Zhiyi was at a loss for a moment, followed by a cold snort from the man: "You have been raising you, a white-eyed wolf for so many years. You don’t know that your sister has been attracted by a good foreign school. Your sister will go abroad next month. I moved, and the land here is sold to your sister to collect the tuition fee. Let’s go back to our hometown in the country."

"Back to my hometown?" Jiang Zhiyi only felt that a puff of blood rushed to his head, and his head was buzzing. He could hardly hear what these people were saying, and his lips began to tremble. "Then, what about me?"

"You?" The man's tone became more and more impatient, "What else can you do? You don't have school admissions like Zhiqing. What's the use of going to so many schools? Originally, if you finish high school, there will be no school. Read, who will pay you the money? Don’t go to school. Come back to work as soon as possible. I’ve already found a good factory for you to work. Don’t tell me that it’s not okay. Now let you go out to work and save your sister's tuition, can't you?"

Aunt's head dropped lower and lower, and her throat moved: "Old ginger!"

"I do not--"

The man slapped her away and said, "I'm slapped with what I said. If you **** dare to go to school, I'll take your skin off. You still dare to go to that school with such a bad reputation? Be the same as your dad. ,spit!"

Jiang Zhiyi's nails stuck in her palm inch by inch, almost asphyxiated. At that moment, she suddenly felt a sense of extreme powerlessness suppressed by fate.

Some people are lucky by birth. Jiang Zhiqing can meet the person he likes, and love each other. Even if the family is poor, there are noble people to help him. He is extremely talented and can play the violin in the magnificent hall. He is a blockbuster and graceful like a white swan.

But some people can only steal their lives in the darkest corners under the light and shadow, and even working hard to live is just an extravagant hope, but because of the impact of others, even the qualifications to work hard are not even possible.

The girl she liked just now asked her if she would go to the same school with her. Fate gave her a glimmer of hope, and she was quickly and mercilessly pressed into the mud.

It's as if she doesn't deserve to live at all.

That night she stayed up all night, and when the tears ran, she looked out the window in a daze. She wanted to miss Shi Qingyue very much, wanted to talk to her, wanted to hug her, or even just send her a message.

But no, because she didn't even have a contact method.

When the sky was getting brighter, the whole person suddenly calmed down. She put on her clothes and got out of bed, closed the door, and walked out step by step on the thin moonlight.

——The small clinic in the village in the city is open 24 hours a day.