CH 13

MAY 28, 2023 ~ KIWII

When Song Qingshu was hanging on the guardrail, he looked downstairs and found a small platform protruding from the window on the third floor, but the position where he was hanging was not directly above the platform. To buffer it, you must adjust your falling direction.

One hand was about to be split off, and the other hand would be split off sooner or later. Right now, the other person is swordsman and he’s fish and meat. If you want to break the game, you have to gamble. If he wins, he lives, and if he dies, it’s his fate.

Song Qingshu pushed his whole body to the left while letting go……

With a “boom”, he hit the ground heavily, and the pain seemed to have an independent consciousness and crazily transmitted along the nerves in various parts of the body to the internal organs, limbs, and brain.

Is he really dead? It turns out this is what death feels like.

“Xiao guai guai! Xiao guai guai!”

Hearing this nickname, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes, who the hell is calling him with his nickname! This made him feel uneasy.

He rolled his eyes and found that something was wrong, he didn’t seem to be dead.

Enduring the pain by force, Song Qingshu looked for the place where the pain came from.

The body is generally fine, and there is a slight pain in the internal organs, which should be caused by the shock when he fell. The left hand was drooping weakly, and it looked like it was dislocated; the right leg was limp and twisted like a cotton doll’s leg, which it couldn’t be used at all, and it looked like it was broken.

He looked at the small platform that was about to catch him, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: I am so good-looking, God is really reluctant to let me die.

Wen Zhaodi was not as lucky as him. She was dragged by Song Qingshu and fell straight down from the sixth floor. Her head hit the ground and she fell to her death on the spot.

Bright red blood flowed out of Wen Zhaodi’s body, winding its way to the distance. Wen Zhaodi’s eyes were wide open, looking at Song Qingshu who had landed on the third floor platform, she was full of viciousness and unwillingness.

She was not reconciled until she died, obviously it was that person who should have fallen to his death, why did she fall to her death and that person was fine?

Even though we are all under the same sky, why should I be ridiculed and oppressed and avoid them all the time? And those who bully others can take no punishment at all and dominate the campus swaggeringly?

She thought God is really unfair, but he’s so unfair! She wanted to shout out, but only spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood was flowing on her face, coupled with those venomous eyes, she looked like a ghost in a horror movie.