[System evaluation, the task completion evaluation is A level, task one earns five million star coins, task two earns three million star coins, an additional reward of one million, a total of nine million, has been transferred to the account. Reason for the additional reward

: Promote the prosperity of cultural industries.】

[Level A?] The questioning voice was calm and contained a hint of undetectable surprise.

【Yes.】The system answered.

【Open a new world.】

[Okay, we will screen new mission worlds for you. 】

[1314 system prompts, world loading, memory transfer...]

The body is very cold, but the breath he exhales is hot. The whole body is wrapped in cold moisture. The body is losing heat rapidly, and it seems that no matter how hard it is, it can't be retained.

There was a smell like rust lingering on the tip of his nose. Zongque's consciousness was very heavy, but he could still distinguish the smell of blood. If this body was not treated, the mission might be declared a failure.

[1314 The system prompts that based on your previous settings, the recovery potion has been redeemed for you.]

The origin system took action, and Zongque's breathing became smoother in an instant. All kinds of complicated memories flooded into his mind, including curses, fights, fights in deserted alleys under hazy clouds, and then being hit with a stick.

head, and finally fell into the rain-covered mud.

There was a shallow sound of water, and it seemed that someone was carefully avoiding water stains to prevent it from splashing on the shoes...

Snap!

The water drops fell on the cheeks, with a slight sting and coldness, which was enough to bring back the deep thoughts that could not be broken away. A shadow fell in front of the face, but the rain that fell thinly seemed to disappear in an instant, leaving only

The sound of raindrops rustling on the cloth.

Zongque slowly opened his eyes, and when he held up his wet body with his arms, the white sneakers standing next to him that seemed extremely inappropriate for the rainy day moved back slightly, revealing a bit of hazy skylight. When he covered them up again

A gentle and careful inquiry came: "Are you okay?"

Just like the sun shining through the clouds, it seems to be able to dispel all the haze and coldness in an instant, and inject warmth into the world.

Zongque wanted to stand up, but he just sat on the ground reluctantly. He raised his head and saw clearly the young man standing in front of him.

A white shirt with a flat neckline, a schoolbag hanging on one shoulder, neat and smooth black hair, and delicate eyebrows, with the cleanliness and hazyness of azure after the rain. In the dim misty rain, only he under the umbrella is bright.

and warm.

Zongque remembered him, a person on opposite ends of his original memory, Lin Heng.

[The 1314 system releases tasks: Task 1, survive as the original owner; Task 2, change Lin Heng’s original destiny. 】

For such a gentle and clean person, no one would have thought that his final fate would be to break his legs and sink into the lake to his death.

The task will be triggered when the task object is encountered, but the gear of destiny is not yet turned.

"It's okay." Zongque withdrew his gaze and looked at the wounds on his body. There were cuts with knives and blows with sticks. The original fatal wound was on the back of his head.

The recovery potion in the original world is very effective. It will restore the body's performance at a speed that onlookers recognize as miraculous. If there are no participants or bystanders, it can be restored immediately.

The person who caused the fatal injury didn't know how serious it was, and Lin Heng didn't know either. It wouldn't take long for the current injury to be fully recovered, but it looked quite tragic.

Lin Heng also lowered his head and looked at him. The young man had a slender figure and sharp eyebrows. He looked very untouchable. In the past, there were always some bruises on his face and body when he saw him, but there was less blood, unlike now.

, his body was almost covered with scars, and the originally white t-shirt was mixed with mud and blood, making it look particularly terrifying.

"You need to go to the hospital for a checkup." Lin Heng tentatively stretched out his hand, but met the other person's raised eyes, which were deep and indifferent. The indifference was not due to disgust, but calmness, as if he was not the one who was injured.

, which is shocking.

"It's a minor injury, there's no need to go to the hospital." Zongque lowered his eyes, and the hand that reached out held his arm.

There was an almost boiling temperature in the palm of his hand, which made his body tremble instinctively.

Following the support, he stood up. The person next to him also breathed a sigh of relief and said with concern: "It's better to go to the hospital for a checkup. Your injury is probably tetanus."

"No, just bandage it." Zongque said calmly while standing under the umbrella.

It was almost dark, but you could still see broken sticks on the ground, spilled blood, and could faintly hear the ringing of campus bells.

It's not that he doesn't want to go to the hospital, but that he doesn't have a penny on him, and the reason for such a fight has not been clarified. Once the school finds out, dropping out of school is inevitable.

"I'm not very good at it." Lin Heng looked worried at the blood flowing down his arm and onto his fingers.

"I will." Zongque looked at the direction and said, "I remember that the house you rented is nearby. Can I go to your place first?"

The current situation is not suitable for going home.

"Uh..." Lin Heng was a little surprised, but finally agreed, "Okay."

The two figures were equally slender, but their footsteps were light and heavy as they slowly disappeared from the muddy alley.

…

The room was warm and bright, different from the freezing cold weather outside on a spring rainy day. Zongque was cleaning the wound and removing the rubble that had accidentally seeped in. The bone-chilling pain made him close his eyes for a moment before he recovered.

Most of the injuries hidden under the clothes disappeared thanks to the recovery medicine. During the melee in the alleyway, even the person who injured him probably didn't remember where he had been hit, and a small number of injuries only needed disinfection and medicine.

After putting on clean and soft clothes placed at the door, Zongque opened the bathroom door. The door of the room also opened from the outside. The people who walked in put away their umbrellas, bringing in a little spring rain and cold wave.

The young man hung the umbrella at the entrance, shuddered slightly as he closed the door and changed into slippers. He looked over as if the warmth of the room had melted into his bones: "I bought the medicine you asked for. Why?"

use?"

"Thank you, I can do it myself." Zongque walked over and took the medicine bag, looked at the moisture on his shoulders and trousers, and said, "Do you want to take a bath? The water is still hot."

"Uh..." Lin Heng's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the person in front of him in surprise.

"What?" Zongque asked.

"No, it's nothing." Lin Heng pursed his lips slightly. Looking at the young man wearing his clothes in front of him, he felt that he was not as fierce as he thought.

He actually said thank you.

1314: [Host, words like thank you would not come out of the original person’s mouth, please pay attention to OOC.]

[What will happen if OOC occurs?] Zongque opened the medicine bag, figured out how to use it, took out a cotton swab and applied it to the wound on his arm.

The strong color smell is accompanied by a cold and stinging feeling, which makes people subconsciously hold their breath.

[If people from this world discover it, they might be dragged into doing research.] 1314 lowered the mechanical sound, with a slightly sinister tone.

Although the original world will not let the host be in danger, the host still needs to know how important it is to protect his own life.

Which new host doesn't experience the system's intimidation several times?

Zongque put down the cotton swab, cut the gauze and said: [...I'm not familiar with him.]

The original person is indeed not familiar with Lin Heng. One is a poor student who hangs around all day, gets into fights all the time, and is reluctantly left in school because of poverty. The other is a top three student in grade every time, has a happy family, and is a pillar in the eyes of his teachers and parents.

Even though they are in the same classroom, the distance between them is less than ten meters, but the gap is tens of millions of dollars.

Even when collecting homework, no students in the class will pass by the original person, and the two of them may not be able to speak more than three sentences in one semester.

Because of unfamiliarity, it is normal to have biased perceptions of temperament.

As for being asked to study it, this threat system has been mentioned three times, but none of it has come true.

"Let me help you." Lin Heng said tentatively as he watched him put gauze on his arm with one hand.

Zongque looked up at him, let go of his hand and said, "Thank you."

It is indeed inconvenient for him, and his original temperament does not have to be completely changed, lest people familiar with him think that his temperament has changed drastically, but the two points of refusing people thousands of miles away and being rude must be changed.

Many friends and many paths. This time he met Lin Heng by chance. It is not certain whether he will have such luck next time.

Lin Heng pulled the stool aside and sat down. He took the gauze and carefully applied it to the wound.

"Just stick it with tape." Zongque handed over the medical tape.

"Okay." Lin Heng raised his eyes and glanced at him, and found that his injuries were not as severe as they seemed before.

Maybe it's someone else's blood, someone else's...

The young man lowered his eyes and cut the tape, carefully applying it very neatly. However, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the doubt in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

"What do you want to ask?" Zongque asked when he raised his eyes for the third time, thinking he had not been discovered.

Lin Heng paused for a moment, then thought for a moment and asked, "Who inflicted your injury? Do you want to call the police?"

At that time, there was blood and cement everywhere, and no one knew what happened. He just brought the people back, as if in a dream, and even forgot to call the police.

"I picked the first thing." Zongque said calmly.

Lin Heng's hand that put the gauze on was suddenly heavy. When his arm tightened, he loosened his hand and said, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it! Did it hurt you?"

Their eyes met, Zongque's expression was very calm, but Lin Heng was a little at a loss and said after a while: "...I didn't want to call the police and arrest you."

There were only two of them in this room. Even if he, who wanted to call the police, was killed and silenced, no one would find out.

Zongque looked at the young man's tense body and almost completely blocked breathing: "Don't get involved in this matter."

The original person was fighting with both young people and students. The cause of the incident was that the original person wanted to rob the students of their living expenses. Of course he didn't succeed because he didn't have any money. The students were acting in legitimate defense, but those young people from society were not vegetarians.

Once he provokes those people, it will be detrimental to Lin Heng's present and future.

He can have a very bright future, and there is no need to walk in the mud.

Lin Heng hesitated for a moment and didn't know what to say. Zongque was lying in the mud and covered in blood, which made him almost think he was dead, but he was the one who started the incident.

The complexity of the problem exceeded what he could handle, and it didn't seem right to catch it or not.

"Okay." Lin Heng stretched out his hand to cut the tape and put the gauze on it.

The scars on his arms, ankles, and back of the head were so long that he was shocked, but the person sitting there seemed to be used to them, and he didn't even frown.

"Can you lend me some money?" Zongque asked, looking at the dark sky outside and feeling the movement above his head.

"Ah?" Lin Heng paused. The scissors originally used to cut the tape were a little off, and a strand of hair fell down his back.

Zongque didn't seem to notice. Lin Heng pressed one knee on the fallen hair on the sofa to avoid being killed by someone who could cut off blood, bleed, or mess up his hair: "Okay, how much do you want?"

1314 is extremely sharp-eyed: [Host, he cuts your hair.]

"One thousand." Zongque looked unmoved, [He is easily missed by thieves.]
Chapter completed!