"What's going on in Yang Mu's mind!?" I broke out in a cold sweat: "All these resentments and negative emotions!?"
Being smart, I quickly thought: "Could these be all extremely important memories for him!? That would be too dark, right? He is full of malice, and even Huang Wuchang was plotted by him.
target!?"
It turns out that in Yang Mu's memory, there is a detailed and sinister calculation plan, a huge plan against Huang Wuchang and Wei Ye.
"The calculation is that my plan is only ranked third!?" I cursed in my heart: "It seems that he has advanced my plan!"
At the same time, I also felt very strange in my heart, where has Chen Lan been these past few days, and why I haven't seen her show up.
In Yang Mu's plan, finding the "dragon turns into a phoenix" technique is ranked first, and the second ranked one is to seize Huang Wuchang's magic!
"What a terrible person. Even Master and fellow disciples are in his scheme!!" I can't describe the mood in my heart. A chill from the bottom of my heart spreads throughout my body, because I can't guess
Yang Mu will do some crazy things after knowing his memory.
"Smile! Otie, stone pillar!" My imprisoned soul shouted hysterically, but in this white world of ice and snow, there was no response at all.
I couldn't help but get red in my eyes when I shouted at Tiantian and ignored them: "It doesn't matter if I die. It would be terrible if I killed them. If I go to hell, I probably won't even be friends!"
"I don't know if Master and the others have discovered anything wrong with "me"." I thought of the trap I set on Yang Mu: "I wonder if he drank Tieguanyin. Did he drive my Bugatti Veyron?"
The more I think about it, the more scared I become.
"Yang Mu's plan against Huang Wuchang is certainly important, and it is very likely to achieve a breakthrough in the case, but I don't know what Yang Mu will do to harm my companions!" Having said that, I understand in my heart that I am worried.
It seems to be of no use, because he himself is like a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river - he cannot save himself.
Fragments of memories kept coming to Yang Mu's mind. In the picture, Otie and I were playing basketball at school when we were young. The two were laughing and talking about something.
At this time, two people also wearing school uniforms came over holding a basketball. They were one large and one small, they didn't match up very well, and they seemed to be afraid of something.
"Can I join you to play ball?" the little man asked in a low voice.
"No, we are talking about tactics." Otie rejected him without saying a word.
The first one and the second one looked at each other, and smiled bitterly as if they had expected to be rejected.
"Isn't this our transfer student?" I easily made a layup in three steps. After the basketball entered the frame, I caught it in my hand. I only heard him joke: "Stone pillar, iron pillar, what an interesting name."
The tall Tie Zhu rubbed the back of his head and seemed a little embarrassed: "Shi Zhu and I have just arrived and are not familiar with the place. The class monitor said that you two are the class bullies of our second grade class 3. If we want to study here with peace of mind,
I have to establish a good relationship with you first."
"Uh-huh!?" I passed the ball to Otie and sneered: "That stinky squad leader is really good at pushing things. He pushed two raw radishes towards us."
"What...what is a raw radish?" Shizhu looked very embarrassed.
Taking the basketball from me, Outie shook his head and said: "A raw carrot is useless, do you understand?"
Shi Zhu and Tie Zhu looked at each other and smiled bitterly, not knowing how to continue the conversation.
"You two go to the basketball court over there first," I pointed to the opposite half. "There is no one there. Don't hinder me and Eurail from formulating our game strategy against Class 5 in the afternoon."
Faced with the lack of reception from Otie and I, Shizhu and Tiezhu seemed very bored, so they had no choice but to carry the basketball to the half court I mentioned.
"These two carrots are quite obedient," Ou Tie shook his head and smiled: "Why are there so many good classes that are not included, but our poor class is here?"
"You admit that you are just on a bad shift," I stepped left and right, made a layup and threw the ball to Eurail: "Wherever I am, there will never be a bad shift."
"Hey, you guys, big and small, go away quickly!" At this time, seven or eight students hadn't arrived yet, but the curses came first.
"Why...you want us to go away? We were the ones who came first." Tie Zhu wanted to take the basketball back, but was pushed away by the group of people.
"Can you please tell me the rules?" Shi Zhu subconsciously hid behind Tie Zhu.
The leader was half a head taller than Shizhu. He threw Shizhu's basketball to the opposite side, and the basketball rolled to my feet within a few jumps.
I stepped on the ball and did not say anything to stop the conflict. Instead, I quietly watched the excitement like other people playing ball.
"Want to go over and take a look?" Otie asked softly.
I sneered: "Don't worry, let's see if these two dare to resist. If they are cowards, huh..."
Outie squinted his eyes, as if he didn't know the meaning of my word "hum".
"Why did you throw my ball!?" Shizhu became a little angry and asked: "Why!?"
"Why!?" The tall man laughed and pointed his thumb at himself: "Just because I am Zhao Xiong from Class 8, Grade 3!"
Shi Zhu and Tie Zhu looked at each other. Ever since the day they arrived at Xinxing No. 1 Middle School, they had heard about Zhao Xiong's "History of Scenery". Apart from the teacher, this was the number one role in the junior high school that should not be messed with.
"Brother Xiong, look at these two strangers," one of them pushed the stone pillar amid laughter, "Look at this short guy, he's going to pee in fear."
"Haha, coward," the tall man pushed the stone pillar away with one hand: "Why, look at your eyes, you are very unhappy! Which class are you in?"
Shi Zhu pushed Zhao Xiong's hand away and said coldly: "We are from Class 3 of the second grade of junior high school."
"It turns out they are from Class 3 of the second grade of junior high school," Zhao Xiong sneered: "I heard that two weird transfer students came to that class. Are you two useless people?"
"What did you say!?" Shi Zhu became angry and asked loudly.
Tie Zhu also stood up from behind Shi Zhu: "Don't think that we are afraid of you because there are more people!"
"Oh, you still dare to refute!?" Zhao Xiong was just about to take action when he heard a low curse coming from in front of him.
"Hey, hey, that's enough." A low-pitched but powerful male voice came from the other side of the basketball court. Zhao Xiong and the others' eyes were half-squinted. It was Ou Tie and I holding a basketball and slowly
came over.
"Who are you?" The younger brother next to Zhao Xiong cursed in a low voice: "Just two of you want to imitate others and try to break up the fight?"
"You will know who we are soon." I curled my mouth and threw the basketball out of my hand. The boy who scolded me immediately ate a basketball cake.
"Da Fei, Ou Tie!" Shi Zhu and Tie Zhu were shocked when they saw me attacking at the slightest disagreement.
"You dare to throw the ball at me!?" The boy's nose turned red and he seemed to be in great pain.
"Zhao Xiong, right?" Ou Tie pointed at the tall Zhao Xiong and said coldly: "We have a bear toy in Class 3 of the second grade of junior high school. Is he your brother?"
Hearing Ou Tie's provocative words, Zhao Xiong cursed: "You two want to die!?"
Otie and I looked at each other and smiled: "Otie, how about they want to bully the few when they have more people?"
"What can we do? We're just human beings. We're no less than them!" Outie whistled loudly, and a large group of people surrounded them from nowhere, surrounding Zhao Xiong and the others at the core.
Zhao Xiong saw that in addition to some classmates from the second grade of junior high school, some students from the third grade of junior high school he knew were also standing behind me. He couldn't help but asked: "Why are you all siding with him!?"
"I've been unhappy with you for a long time. Now Otie and I have taken the lead in rebelling against you. Your best day has come!" the junior high school student scolded.
Before Zhao Xiong could react, my fist had already come forward!
"Why are you standing there in a daze!?" Ou Tie pushed the stone pillar and said, "The one who beat him must take revenge!"
I laughed loudly: "If you want revenge, beat them!"
Seeing this, Yang Mu snorted coldly: "It turns out that they have known each other for a long time. It seems that this group of people have already planned to do something big. But how did they get involved with the police?"
Just when important memories would flow in from Yang Mu, several clips unfolded. It was a school-like building, with children wearing green uniforms standing under the national flag. They looked like they were primary school students.
"Now, please invite the students who have won the "My Dream" essay contest to accept the awards under the national flag." A middle-aged woman wearing glasses smiled broadly and raised her hands to the students: "Applause, everyone!"
"The first prize winner is Sausage Mouth, a classmate from Class 3, Grade 6!"
Seeing this, Yang Mu frowned: "There is another person named Sausage Mouth!?", but he soon realized it. This is the most straightforward name for me to call that person, so that the brain can easily combine this part of the name.
The memory is stored in the library.
"Second prize winner, classmate Da Shui Tong from Class 2 of the fifth year," Yang Mu shook his head as he looked at it: "What the hell is going on in my mind? When will the valuable memories come back!!?"
"...Fifth prize, my classmate from Class 4, 6th grade!" When Yang Mu saw this, the water in his mouth that he had just drank spurted out, and he cursed angrily: "This idiot, got a fifth prize in elementary school.
The award-winning thing also ranks so high in your memory!?"
In that bizarre memory fragment, I, wearing a red scarf, had tears in my eyes. I took the certificate from the middle-aged woman and smiled very proudly. Wherever I looked, a little girl kept clapping her hands, which was very complimentary.
I'm happy.
"Here!" The little girl handed me the candy in her hand and said with a smile, "This is your favorite durian-flavored fruit candy, here for you."
I seemed a little shy, so I slowly took the candy from her hand, smiling brightly and feeling very satisfied.
"This is the lollipop you like," I took out a lollipop from my small bag: "I hope you like it."
Yang Mu suppressed the anger in his heart and clapped his hands gently: "I am convinced by Wu Shengtian's weirdo!"