The end of the world begins with failing an exam

"Grandpa, I'm so touched!"

The old man slipped up and scurried up, hanging behind Chen Jing like a monkey, wiping tears from his eyes with red eyes and sighing with emotion.

"My child has grown up! I know I feel sorry for grandpa! Grandpa will buy you candy tomorrow!"

"It should, it should..."

Hearing this, Chen Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and then rushed forward with all his strength, carrying the old man on his back.

Then……

Plop.

"Oh Jingjing, my dear grandson! Get up quickly and let grandpa see where you fell! I told you not to carry me if you have small arms and thin legs! You won't listen..."

Chen Jing had no intention of explaining. He just felt that his body was about to fall apart under the pressure. He lay on the ground for a while and then slowly got up.

This old man looks as dry and thin as a monkey. Why does he feel heavier and heavier when he carries it like a solid iron block? !

"Grandpa should take you to run away..."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he grabbed Chen Jing's arm and swept forward quickly.

Maybe that goes beyond running.

Because Chen Jing felt like he was flying.

Both feet were floating from beginning to end without ever touching the ground.

"Sure enough, you can't look at this place with normal eyes..."

Chen Jing sighed silently in his heart, and the violent sound of wind in his ears reminded him of many past events.

I remember when I was in elementary school, I was learning to ride a bicycle. It was very enjoyable to rush down the hillside at high speed.

I just didn't realize the brakes were failing.

At that time, he really wanted his grandpa to come out and help him.

At least when he broke his dog's leg, the old man could come and comfort him.

"grandfather."

"Ah? What's wrong, grandson? Did you fall somewhere just now? If you feel uncomfortable, I will take you there now..."

"Happy birthday."

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[Additional question: Identity in the other world]

[Question status: Completed]

[Completeness: 100%]

[Comprehensive evaluation: perfect]

[Rewards are being distributed...]

Chapter 7 The Weak Chicken in the Other World

What are the rewards for completing additional questions?

Some kind of extraordinary ability?

Or some weird weapons...equipment?

Chen Jing couldn't help but think of many materials from movies and novels.

Looking in front of me [Do you want to receive the reward now? ] option box, his heartbeat has begun to accelerate uncontrollably.

But he was still calm.

At least he decided to go home before accepting the reward.

Because he doesn't know what the reward will be, let alone how he will receive it.

If a piece of equipment really appeared out of thin air and was put on him...

Then maybe the next second, the good grandfather in this other world will notice something strange.

Don't look at this old man who opens his mouth "good scene" but shuts down "good grandson".

If this old man really finds out that he is not his grandson.

So what will he do?

Chen Jing really didn't dare to think about it.

Especially after the old man took him into the Sunset Red Community, Chen Jing felt that the decision he made was particularly wise...

…

Sunset Red Community is located at the deepest part of Dunwich Street.

There is only one building in the entire community.

Different from the dormitory building where Aunt Hong lives, it is a gray high-rise residential building.

The building is thirty stories high.

But only one house had its lights on.

The moss-covered exterior wall exudes a decaying smell. The five large neon characters "Sunset Red Community" hung in the middle of the exterior wall keep flashing. The dim light, scarlet like blood, falls on the ground, struggling to illuminate their home. road.

Chen Jing looked at the high-rise building in front of him and suddenly had the illusion that he had entered the post-millennium world from the 1980s.

After entering the community gate, Chen Boxu slowed down and walked slowly side by side with Chen Jing.

Chen Jing looked around as he walked.

In fact, this is not much of a community. Not only is there limited internal greenery, but the only public activity space is the lonely community square in front of you.

The front of the community is next to a curb, and the back is close to a river.

That should be considered a river, right?

Or Jiang?

Maybe it's a lake?

Chen Jing couldn't see clearly.

The moon's strange smile was reflected in the dark water.

You can't even see the other side of the river.

Chen Jing glanced at it casually for a few times and then looked away, for fear of revealing that it was his first time here.

As soon as I entered the unit door, six strong men in cleaning clothes walked towards me.

These strong men seemed to be carved out of the same mold. They were all about 2.4 to 2.5 meters tall. Their exaggerated muscles stretched the loose cleaning clothes to the limit.

The leading cleaning lady seemed to know Chen Bofu and hurried over with a piece of paper.

"Old man, we have finished cleaning up. There are thirteen in total. I will give you the recycling price according to the market price. You should be able to receive it tomorrow morning..."

"You don't have to pay so much." Chen Boxu waved his hand, but it was easier to talk to than Chen Jing expected, "You guys have spent a lot of effort cleaning, so just give me 10% off the market price."

"What is it?" Chen Jing asked curiously, looking at the trolley dragged behind the strong men. There were several extra-large white plastic bags stuffed on it, and he didn't know what they contained.

"Property." Chen Bofu bared his teeth and said, "They came to trouble me again this afternoon, saying that I ruined their jobs, and then they started to quarrel, and then they started fighting again..."

"Are you cannibalizing again?" Chen Jing asked tentatively.

"No, no!" Chen Bofu suddenly shook his head like a rattle, and swore to the sky that he would listen to his grandson's words and change his taste. "I just killed them all casually, and I could still make a fortune by packaging the bodies and selling them to the cleaners."

Hearing this, the leading cleaner suddenly sighed.

"Old man, can you please take it easy next time? It's all so messy that it's stuck on the floor and you can't pick it up. It took me a long time to shovel it away..."

oh.

That's what happened.

Chen Jing calmly took another step to the side, secretly putting a little distance away from Chen Bofu.

No wonder there was a trace of blood in those plastic bags. They turned out to be filled with human body parts...

"It's good if they all die, it's a clean death!"

When Chen Bofu took Chen Jing to the elevator, he was still scolding the property staff who did nothing but collect money. There was a hint of cruelty in Chen Jing's kind face that made Chen Jing's hair stand on end.

"Jingjing, you used to persuade me not to argue with them. Do you think they are just trying to get the best of you?"

"Well, yes!" Chen Jing wisely chose to side with Chen Boxu. He didn't want to be put in a plastic bag. "Grandpa makes sense!"

"Hey, you kid is enlightened!"

Chen Bofu glanced at Chen Jing in surprise, and touched his head with both relief and emotion.

"Grandpa, I hate being deceived the most. Those dog real estate companies are all fucking liars. They said they would give me a job to support me in retirement, but in the end they asked me to go on patrol 24 hours a day. They are really..."

"Ah... did you get into a fight because of this?"

"if not?"

With a ding, the elevator reached the sixteenth floor.

Chen Bofu walked out of the elevator door first, while Chen Jing followed him cautiously, listening to him seeming to be still angry and still cursing.

"Everyone who lied to me should die!"

"..."

Chen Jing listened with fear to the old man's words "Death to liars" and silently wrote down his house number 1605.

After entering the house.

Chen Jing discovered that this is the most common house type in the real world with three bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms.

The overall decoration style looks quite old-fashioned, a bit like the Chinese style around 2000. The overall feeling is a bit depressing, but...at least it's normal.

At least it's much better than Aunt Hong's "living dormitory building".

After returning home.

Chen Bofu went to the bathroom to wash his face first. When he came out, Chen Jing had already taken out the cake from the refrigerator and was sitting at the dining table waiting like a caring and obedient grandson.

"So fully prepared?" Chen Bofu walked over with a smile on his face, sat opposite Chen Jing, and then asked doubtfully, "Why don't you put in a candle?"

"Waiting for you to do it." Chen Jing replied calmly, perfectly concealing his guilty conscience, "This is called a sense of ritual!"

Chen Bofu said oh, casually opened the birthday candle that came with the cake, thought about it and finally inserted a candle in the middle of the cake.

Then he snapped his fingers and the candle lit up instantly.

After the lights were turned off, the living room was extremely dark, with only the dancing firelight reflecting on the faces of the old man and the young man.

Chen Jing didn't dare to say anything, or even sing a birthday song, because he didn't know how his previous "self" celebrated the old man's birthday, let alone whether the birthday song in this other world was the same as the one he sang. …

"Another year old..."

Chen Bofu sighed sadly. The weak firelight illuminated his face, and his expression seemed unhappy.

"Grandpa doesn't know how many more years he can stay with you..."

Hearing this, Chen Jing quickly began to organize his thoughts in his mind, intending to comfort this old man who was lamenting that he was "sorrowful for a moment in my life and envious of the endless Yangtze River."

But what he didn't expect was that Chen Bofu's next words silenced him.

"You only have a few decades to live. What will grandpa do when you leave..."

"Then I'll try to live a few more years." Chen Jing replied in a muffled voice, feeling that the old man was panicking when he spoke.

"There's no point in trying hard!"

Chen Bofu felt sad for a moment. He held the paper crown with "Happy Birthday" written on his head in pain and burst into tears.

This performance made Chen Jing a little overwhelmed, because he had never seen his grandfather cry before, and he couldn't even imagine it.

"A man with white hair gives a gift to a man with black hair... I never thought that I would also have such a day..."

While crying, Chen Bofu picked up a plastic knife and started cutting the cake. He didn't even feel like singing happy birthday anymore. He first cut a small piece for himself, and then pushed the rest in front of Chen Jing.