This endless world

Zhang Heng, a substitute player in the Olympic archery competition, is a newcomer to the Zhongzhou team.

Since he can become a substitute player for the Olympics, it shows that Zhang Heng not only has extremely high talent, but also put in countless efforts and sweat in private. You must know that those who can be selected for the national team roster are selected from layers of selections. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are selected from thousands of miles or even a hundred thousand miles.

Zhang Heng is such a young man. He has been practicing archery diligently since he was a child, and was successfully selected for the national team. Considering his age, this is already a very high achievement. But a lot of practice also caused a problem. His grades in cultural classes were very poor.

This problem is not a problem at all. After all, it is nothing for a sports student to have a poor academic performance, but now the task given to him by the Zhongzhou Team is to copy books... This is a big problem.

Zhang Heng, who has been copying books for a while, feels as if he has returned to his childhood. When he was just in school, he was punished by the teacher for being naughty and copying English texts a hundred times. But that kind of punishment would mean gritting one's teeth and copying for a few hours, and now he had to copy every day... But this kind of task was always better than going out to fight or investigate intelligence, so Zhang Heng persisted.

...It’s just that the persistence time seems a bit long.

Zhang Heng felt that his right hand was almost useless for copying. He felt as if he had entered a black-hearted factory, copying like this until he died, and then turned into soil and turned into a name. No, not even a name will exist, because no one will remember you, no one will remember a little scribe, whether he is truly elegant or pretending to be a bourgeoisie, he is just a grain of dust in this world... …

"Zhang Heng, can I talk to you?"

"ah?"

Looking at Zhang Heng, whose eyes were dull and had turned into a ruthless copying machine, and even his replies were subconscious and instinctive reactions, Yang Yun sighed and poured a stream of life energy into the poor man's body.

It wasn't that Yang Yun wanted to squeeze Zhang Heng into working as an illegal laborer. It was because the Central Continent team was too short of manpower, and the use of all electronic equipment near Hogwarts was prohibited. Otherwise, Yang Yun would have bought a computer or a typewriter no matter what... But now , I had no choice but to feel wronged to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng was given a jolt by the injection of life energy into his body. The pain in his wrists completely disappeared, and his drowsy brain also woke up. But when the young man saw clearly that Yang Yun was standing behind him, he suddenly shouted and fell off the chair and fell to the ground.

"……Are you OK?"

Yang Yun was stunned. Although he had long known that Zhang Heng had a fear of blood and psychological shadow, he didn't see any blood? It was just a simple treatment of his internal body... Why such a big reaction?

——Isn’t it because I exposed some flaws?

——After all, no matter how useless this guy looks, he still has the same name as the positive person, so there is nothing special about him.

Yang Yun was vigilant and walked towards Zhang Heng who was shaking constantly on the ground. Although his right hand was ready to draw his weapon at any time, on the surface he still looked kindly and planned to help him up: "Are you okay?"

Zhang Heng suddenly shivered even more at Yang Yun's approach, but his condition was very strange. Not only did he close his eyes tightly, but he also covered his back tightly with both hands, exposing his chest, head and other vital parts. No matter how he looked, he looked like he was waiting to die with his eyes closed.

Yang Yun looked a little strange. This posture was a bit too strange anyway. It didn't look like she was about to rise up to resist, but more like the last resistance of a young girl in the face of gangsters with no way to escape... No Bar?

"hiss……"

Yang Yun took a breath of air, thinking about Ming Yanwei's strange behavior in the previous world, and looking at Zhang Heng's performance with his hands tightly covering his back, a bold guess emerged in his mind...

…

"Calm down?"

Yang Yun and Zhan Lan sat on one side of the table, while Zhang Heng sat on the other side of the table with his head lowered and covered with a blanket.

Mental power is indeed a good way to soothe emotions. After Yang Yun pulled Zhan Lan over and told her suspicions, she quickly restored Zhang Heng's fearful mood to normal. The mental controller of the Central Continent Team acted like a caring big sister and said with concern: "It's okay, our Central Continent Team are all good people... No one here will hurt you."

Yang Yun pushed a bottle of Firewhiskey over and said, "Drink some wine to calm down. I just went to Aberforth to ask for some soothing drinks, and he gave me this... It's possible It’ll make you feel better.”

"Thank you, this is my old problem..." Zhang Heng smiled bitterly, took the bottle, and took a big sip. His face suddenly turned red, but it no longer looked as pale as before: "Sorry, I'm scared. It’s your turn.”

"It doesn't matter. I never mentioned it before. I just remembered today that when you first entered, you seemed to have psychological problems such as hemophobia. So I came today with the intention of talking to you. After all, you are also one of us. One of the team.”

Seeing that Zhang Heng no longer overreacted, Yang Yun said: "But from what we have just seen, it is obviously not that simple. Although we know that people who can enter the main god space are people who are disappointed or even desperate for the real world, but if you don't mind, you can Tell us what happened?"

Maybe it's because the past ten days have been relatively safe, maybe it's Zhan Lan's mental power that calmed down Zhang Heng's emotions, or maybe Yang Yun didn't do anything to hurt him... In short, Zhang Heng has another He took a sip of firewhiskey and began to tell his story.

The story is still the same. Just like a fateful encounter, Zhang Heng and Ming Yanwei met a group of hooligans in an alley on a dark and stormy night. Only this time, when facing those gangsters, Zhang Heng summoned up his courage for the first time in his life and asked Ming Yanwei to run first, and then bravely fought with the gangsters——

With Zhang Heng's physique and skill, after Ming Yanwei escaped first, he could have defeated the two gangsters and escaped safely, but his painful childhood experience and cowardly character prevented him from successfully escaping in the end. When Zhang Heng fell to the ground in pain and was pinned down by two gangsters, unable to move, he heard the most terrifying words in his life...

"Damn it, I didn't expect this kid to be quite skilled... Bah, the original target was that beautiful woman, but I didn't expect that she let her run away... Brothers, if you still have some time, give me a good greeting to this guy!"

And when Ming Yanwei, her hair disheveled, even a pair of high heels thrown away, and her bare feet covered in blood, led the police to Zhang Heng, the group of hooligans had already left, leaving only Zhang Heng lying in the alley. …