Compared to the rescue group, the killing group has a much heavier killing spirit. It has the ability to save, but also has the ability to kill. That kind of power is definitely not something he can compete with now.

Zongque did not ask what the killing team was going to do, but said before the system could react: [Working hard to do tasks also requires a goal. Is it to complete a specific task or to accumulate star coins? 】

1314 answered conscientiously: [With the accumulation of star coins, the tasks in each world have been settled clearly during the evaluation. 】

[Okay, thank you.] Zongque checked the battery, unplugged the plug and stood up. He looked at the light and shadow moving in the kitchen and said, "I'm leaving first."

A few hurried footsteps came, and the young man leaned out of the kitchen and said, "Has the battery been charged? I've cooked some noodles, do you want to eat something before leaving?"

He was wearing an apron and holding chopsticks in his hands. His eyes showed genuine solicitation, not false politeness.

It was not easy to find a place to eat on such a rainy night. Zongque plugged his phone back in and said, "Thanks."

"You're welcome, I'll be ready soon." Lin Heng smiled and entered the kitchen again.

The two steaming bowls of noodles were slightly oily and topped with two poached eggs and garnished with chives. They looked suitable for dinner, but they were a bit bland and tasteless in your mouth.

Zongque paused with his chopsticks and continued to pick up the next chopstick. It just had no taste and did not affect the filling of his stomach.

Lin Heng took off his apron and looked at the man opposite who was eating noodles with his head lowered. He felt a little more appetitive. However, as the noodles went into his mouth, his brows furrowed.

Because it's really not very tasty.

It's bland and tasteless, but it's also a little slimy. Compared to what my aunt made, it's obviously overcooked.

But wasting food is shameful. Lin Heng ordered some noodle soup to taste the saltiness. He went to the kitchen to get the seasoning box and said, "Would you like to add some salt?"

Zongque stopped his chopsticks, glanced at the slightly embarrassed expression of the young man opposite and said, "No, it's good to eat something light if you're injured."

"Oh, that's good. Actually, I don't cook often." Lin Heng added salt and sesame oil to his bowl, tasted it and added some chicken essence. Finally, he was able to eat it, but he looked at the other side.

When I first saw the bowl of soup base, I felt a little weird.

In addition to the rumors about Zongque getting into fights, he actually heard another one, that is, Zongque's family was not wealthy, his parents were divorced, and there was only a widowed grandmother left in the family.

Therefore, he is often the last one to pay the class fees, and the clothes he wears are not made of very good materials. However, he looks very handsome, which makes many people subconsciously ignore this.

Compared to a fight, this rumor is more like a negative reaction to the person in front of you, and few people mention it.

In fact, it seems that the temperament is not that bad.

Zongque stood up after finishing his meal. When he picked up the bowls and chopsticks, Lin Heng subconsciously said, "Put it down and I'll just clean it up."

"Okay, I'll leave first." Zongque turned around, picked up his phone, and walked to the door to change his shoes.

The feeling of being wet is really not good. Using your body to warm yourself up will definitely hurt your health. Zongque raised his head and looked at the man walking over with the charger and said, "Have you ever..."

"Your shoes are wet, why don't you put on mine first?" Lin Heng said, looking at his muddy shoes.

The inside of the shoes was obviously wet. Wearing these shoes was no different from walking barefoot in mud. It made me feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

Zongque stopped talking and said, "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome." Lin Heng felt that what he heard most tonight was probably thank you, "This charging port is no longer commonly used. You can use it first. There are also clothes. Do you want to take them back or let me wash them before returning them?"

you?"

There is a washing machine at home, so everything is a breeze.

Zongque was silent for a moment and said: "Let's wash it."

He had no intention of going home these days. If he went back with such an injury, he was afraid that his grandmother would be worried and unable to sleep for several nights. She would always want to find out the whole story, and it would be even worse if she went to school.

It was really inconvenient for him to bring clothes with him. Even if he washed them by hand, they would not be easy to dry on such a rainy day.

"Okay, you try on these shoes first. Our shoe sizes should be about the same." Lin Heng took out his shoes, looked at the rain splashing on the window, picked up the umbrella leaning against it in the umbrella bucket and said, "This umbrella

I'll lend it to you first."

Zongque put on his shoes, which were a little tight but very dry and comfortable. Then he took the umbrella and swallowed the word "thank you" when he said thank you: "Well, let's go. I'll return it to you another day."

"Okay, go slow on the road." Lin Heng looked at the figure who opened the door and went out. He subconsciously wanted to send him a message when he got home, but he swallowed his words when he saw the closed door and the extremely fast footsteps going down the stairs.

go back.

Their relationship is not that good, and talking too much is a burden to each other.

Lin Heng turned around and returned to the table to continue competing with the rest of his face, while Zongque stood downstairs in the unit, opened his umbrella and stepped into the night.

It rained continuously all afternoon, and the weather was so cold that it seemed that it was not April. There was already a lot of water on the ground, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. Only the slightly dim street lights reflected the light refracted by the raindrops, making the night not so dark.

.

Opposite the unit building is a school. This residence is considered a school district house. Some are bought, and some are rented specifically for children to attend day school.

The campus, which used to be very lively, is also dark and heavy on weekends.

"Where to go?" The car lights coming from afar illuminated the road.

Zongque closed his umbrella and went to the driveway: "Ping'an Road."

The hotels on that street are relatively cheap, and there are a lot of Internet cafes mixed together, which are enough to meet his current needs.

…

"Deposit is 100, 50 per night." The boss who was playing on the computer at the front desk said without raising his head.

Listening to the sound of the game, it was obvious that they were still in a melee.

"Stay for two days first." Zongque scanned the QR code to pay.

The boss looked up, looked at his forehead and the gauze wrapped around his body, turned around, took out a key, put it on the counter and said: "Room 316, don't smear blood on the bed, otherwise the deposit will not be refunded."

"I know." Zongque took the key and went upstairs.

The smell in the corridor is not very good, it is filled with the smell of disinfectant. The room is relatively clean, but there is only one big bed, and the toilet and water room are at the other end of the corridor.

In a city like this, most of the time you can only find rooms like this at this price.

The night was already very dark. Zongque was lying on his side in bed with his clothes on. The wounds on his body no longer hurt much, which allowed him to think clearly about the next task.

The system can choose him or give him up. Everything is a life that relies on the system. Although the system is not malicious at present, life is in the hands of others, and there will always be a sense of unfreedom.

The ability to stay in love with his lover for more than one lifetime depends on the accumulation of star coins, which means that he may be able to escape from these worlds with the help of star coins, instead of just relying on the system.

Of course, we do not rule out the possibility of fattening the sheep and then slaughtering them. After all, the highest-grade beef also experiences the highest-grade treatment during its lifetime. It is necessary to be on guard against others, and everything needs to continue to be investigated.

The highest level of the mission is S-level. In addition to the 10 million star coins guaranteed for S-level, there will also be additional rewards. The additional rewards are based on the huge promotion of good things in the world.

This is the information he currently has. Only after accumulating a certain number of star coins can he learn more information from the system.

[Host, can't you fall asleep? Do you want me to play a lullaby for you? Make sure you fall asleep in three seconds.] 1314 probed the host's very awake mental path.

Providing psychological counseling to the host is also a job within the system. It is absolutely not possible for the host to have psychological problems before the task is completed. That would be a big mistake.

"No, I'm thinking about how to do the task." Zongque said, listening to the sound of rain outside the window.

Changing a person's destiny is not simply to prevent things from happening, because when the tasker joins the world, the original things will change under the butterfly effect, but the gears of fate turn, even if the original nodes change, the event will happen again

possibility.

In this case, being friends with Lin Heng can help you learn what is happening around him the fastest, but in view of what happened in the previous world, it is better not to be too close.

[Okay, think about it slowly.] The system remained quiet.

As the night got darker, Zongque fell asleep after making a rough plan.

It rained all night, and the morning came with the crisp chirping of birds. When Zongque walked out of the hotel, the ground was mostly dry, and the cool breeze blew by, giving him a somewhat refreshing feeling.

Zongque searched the map, entered a relatively deserted Internet cafe, temporarily opened his card, found a corner and sat down.

Working part-time to make money is not an option. He has fallen behind on a lot of homework and spent the first half of the first half of his freshman year in high school. It will definitely take a lot of time for him to catch up.

My parents are divorced, and my father owes a lot of debt to relatives and friends in his business. He hides away and dares not come back. My mother remarries, and there is only one grandma left in the family. In addition to some subsistence allowances, she does some handicrafts to supplement the family income, and also saves for him.

Annual tuition fees.

At the age of sixteen, if you don't continue to go to school, you have reached the age where you can support yourself.

The original person has no ability to make money, but he can give it a try.

After all, he not only needs money for himself, but the randomness and suddenness of tasks also require financial support. The money earned from dead wages alone will never be able to achieve rapid accumulation of wealth.

For two days, Zongque quickly collected and understood the world's financial situation, leaving aside a week's worth of food and investing everything else.

It's just a small accumulation at the beginning. Once you accumulate a certain amount of principal, you can invest in large, long-term, and continuous wealth creation.

[If you invest like this, what should you do if you lose money?] 1314 was very worried.

Although the host investment is very powerful, in the first two worlds, at least they were not afraid of starvation if they failed, but now it is simply miserable if they fail.

[The principal is very small, and the chance of losing is only 5.] Zongque adjusted his cap, made sure that the gauze was covered, and then stepped into the classroom.

The classroom where the teacher didn't come on Sunday evening was a little noisy, but silence returned in an instant.

Some people lay back and read, some quietly put away their mobile phones, and some gestured with their eyes, retracting their legs to make way for the back row, and quietly looked at the young man who lowered the brim of his hat and looked increasingly sharp and gloomy.

Lin Heng turned around and saw that there was no stumbling in his steps. He was just relieved when he saw the person sitting on the seat in the last row and lying down, closing his eyes, obviously planning to sleep.

"What is the monitor looking at?" his deskmate asked in a low voice, followed his gaze and muttered, "I don't know why he came to class today, and he even wore a hat. He's really pretending."

"Don't say that." Lin Heng looked at the long sleeves on his body, thinking that the scars should be covered under them, and the hat was probably also used to cover the scars.

If you haven’t changed your clothes, does that mean you haven’t gone home?

As Zongque closed his eyes, the classroom gradually became more noisy, and the students still couldn't escape the relaxation and happiness of the holidays.

But every time the holidays ended, all the classes were like this. I would stop it once and for a while, but it would still be like this. There was no need to remember names. Lin Heng looked at his book as if he couldn't hear it. When the teacher came, he would quiet down.

Until an impatient voice came from the back of the classroom: "Quiet."

Lin Heng turned around and looked at the impatience and gloominess in the young man's somewhat sleepy eyes. Hearing the silence around him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Chapter completed!