The Coercion of Scum

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Am I pitiful?

"no!

An anger that frightened me came out inexplicably.

As a result, I just yelled to the TV.

Of course, this will not be communicated to the other party, after all, this is a recorded program, not a live broadcast.

So the old professor pushed his glasses and continued:

"How to put it, I think this is a social issue, and it is also a question of human nature, because the mentality of Stockholm patients is actually no different from that of circus animals. They are all given a whip and a lollipop. It was bought."

My hand was squeezed tight at this moment.

A stronger dizziness hit the brain.

Under my dizzy gaze, the host continued to chat and laugh at the professor in a very interesting manner. "Hahaha, you reminded me that some people in the workplace say the same, they will be abused by the boss out of Stockholm." "Those are not the same, but the boss will give you real money, and you accept it too. The treatment of people. But as a popular science program, I hope audience friends just watch it and don’t care too much."

Me, I didn't care!

Unconsciously, his vision became blurred and plunged into a slight darkness.

I just muttered to myself with such excitement, stood up, and hit the glass in front of me to the ground.

Damn it.

The glass that was thrown to the ground shattered naturally.

The transparent fragments falling to the ground reflected my unsightly face.

Numbness, hollowness, exhaustion.

Why do my eyes look like this?

(I don’t want this!)

Before I knew it, I felt hot on my face.

It turned out that two lines of tears shed unknowingly.

Xiao Mo, is there something broken? "

Mother's concerned voice came from the kitchen.

"Huh? Sorry, I saw the bug. I'll clean it up by myself."

I didn't want my mother to worry, I wiped my tears, and then patiently replied in a nonchalant tone.

"Then be careful with the glass."

because"

Then I squatted down and started to clean up the broken glass.

Looking at the broken ground on the ground and no longer being able to recognize the broken glass in its original shape, I couldn't help but have a sad thought.

Is it true that my body and soul have been devastated and not what they used to be?

Toot

The vibration of the phone rang.

Who will it be?

After I barely worked up and unlocked the lock screen of my phone, what I saw was the name that made me almost breathless. froM: Takezawa Yu

"Are you free? Although I don't want to disturb you right away, can I leave time for Friday~

Again

A sad mood rose from the bottom of my heart.

Just now, there seemed to be some heat flowing through my chest.

What is it, like a sweet poison, it makes me feel warm in my heart for an instant, and what comes next is a sense of ridicule that makes me even more uncomfortable.

Sure enough, he was very good, he was obviously helped by me, but after a few days, he wanted to continue to bully me if nothing happened.

No, it may be that I made up my mind why I wanted to help him, like a marionette, the more he thought about it, the more confused my mind became, and it made me breathless like something stuck in my throat.

Who can help me.

What will I become in the end?

No, you can't fall here, and you can't give in to that person.

A dark emotion radiated vigorously in my heart.

No, for me now, this is the energy that can make me truly strong.

I couldn't help squeezing the phone tightly.

At this time, with the help of that black mood, I finally sorted out my thoughts.

I'm a fool.

Why is it like this? Because of the initial weakness, he retreated steadily on his side, and was even dragged into the abyss by him. If this continues, I have a hunch that sunflowers will also be involved. Doesn't this deviate from the purpose of swallowing my breath at the beginning?

I'm not a fool in Stockholm.

This time, we must have a break with him.

Chapter 291 END

Today is Friday night.

I, Sunflower, is lying on the bed, hanging in the air doing kicks.

I have already untied the head ropes of the double ponytail. In order to prevent my body from pressing my hair when lying down, I spread the blond hair to the side of my head, keeping the body and legs 90 degrees.

"Hey hey hey

Just like stepping on a bicycle, I breathed evenly in my mouth, and then kicked my legs up and down in the air following the rhythm.

This is the "convenient stovepipe movement" I learned on TV.