The Road to Slaying God

Filled with regret, he glanced here and there, took the opportunity to wipe some oil, and soon, Zhang Yang walked to the school in less than an hour.

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang..."

Zhang Yang, who was going to climb over the fence, decided to go through the gate openly. At this time, climbing over the fence is easy to be misunderstood by the security guards and beat him up.

"What are you shouting for? I've been waiting for you for almost an hour. I heard that you went to work in the provincial capital during the summer vacation?" A skinny old man wearing glasses came out of the guard room wearing shorts.

"Hey, Uncle Wang! Yes, yes... It's just to get the salary, so it's a few days late, Uncle Wang, did you have a good summer vacation?"

Zhang Yang flattered the old man with a flattering smile. Although Zhang Yang didn't like to talk, he didn't dare to show any disrespect to the old man who was the gatekeeper. He usually needed the old man's kindness when he went out of school and went for a stroll.

"Is there anything happy or unhappy, lonely..."

The old man sighed and opened the iron door. The iron door’s shaft made a disturbing sound of rubbing. He had heard this sound for several years. He didn’t understand why the old man didn’t deal with it. It was just a simple matter of dropping a few drops of oil. There was a lot of waste oil in a motorcycle repair shop.

"Hey, Uncle Wang, it's time to find a wife." Zhang Yang lowered his head and walked in perfunctorily. This old man's wife died young, and he was lonely. One of the victims, the most depressing thing is that he has to listen to the old man talking about the revolutionary history of "remembering the beginning" with a smiling face.

"Hey, I have a goal..." Speaking of his wife, the listless old man suddenly became bright.

"Oh, yes?" Zhang Yang had to stop. The old man must never offend him. If he left while he was talking, the old man would probably hate him for the rest of his life.

"Yes, yes, Professor Li, who teaches Chinese, is dead." The old man said happily.

"Professor Li is dead?" Zhang Yang knew about Professor Li, but he really couldn't think of the relationship between the death of Professor Li and the old man looking for his wife?

"Hey, his wife is about the same age as me..." The old man heard Zhang Yang's doubts and said shyly.

"Ahem..." Zhang Yang was speechless.

"Hey." The old man seemed a little embarrassed, he said with a smile: "Go to bed early, you are tired after sitting on the train for several hours, by the way, why did you come so late? I took the same train with you." A female classmate of mine has already arrived."

"Oh...it's okay anyway, I came here on foot."

Zhang Yang immediately walked away as if he had received an amnesty. He had guessed that the girl had already returned to school, otherwise, the old man would not have said that he had been waiting for him for a long time, and the girl must have told the old man that he was coming too.

"Ah... Uncle Wang?"

The old man's arm blocked Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang couldn't help but stood still abruptly.

"That girl is nice, why don't you chase her?" the old man asked.

"Ahem... I don't even know her..." Zhang Yang secretly scolded the old man for messing around.

"I don't know her, so why did she ask me to tell you that she has business with you?" The old man fixed his eyes on Ning Yang and asked suspiciously.

"Oh...my money...I forgot to have it with her." Zhang Yang pretended to pat his head and said.

"That's it. Then you go to bed early, remember, don't do those peeping things next time, it's shameful, it's better to find a girlfriend seriously, man, at your age, yes Need it." The old man said meaningfully.

"Enen, thank you Uncle Wang for your concern. Good night, Uncle Wang. I'm going to bed." Zhang Yang let go of the old man's hand and ran away immediately.

...

"Hey, what a good boy. To save a little taxi fare, you actually walked for an hour. Unfortunately, you are just a little timid. The girl obviously likes you, and she dare not chase after you, but she spends all day doing nothing but peeping If you peep, you just peep. What are you doing on the Internet? Now things are getting worse, expulsion from school, staying in school for inspection... Hehe, this kid is quite smart, he actually knows how to use a digital camera to peep into the girls' dormitory, I Why didn't you think of pinching when you were young?"

Looking at Zhang Yang's disappearing back, the old man muttered, with regret and annoyance on his face for a while, and finally, with a sigh, he walked into the guard room with his hands behind his back, and began to think about how to pursue Professor Li. wife.

Zhang Yang, who entered the dormitory door, took a lot of talking, this old man is not as easy to talk to as Uncle Wang.

The boys' dormitory looked heavy in the night, and the light bulbs on the corridor looked extraordinarily dim in the pre-dawn darkness. Zhang Yang slipped lightly to the fifth floor. His dormitory was on the fifth floor, which was also the highest floor, and it was ventilated to the sun. There is a realm of relaxation and joy when climbing high and looking into the distance, and Zhang Yang has spent a pleasant few years here.

It was on this fifth floor that he secretly took thousands of photos over the past few years, and the target people were all the beauties in the girls' dormitory building behind...

Fortunately for Zhang Yang, the door of Room 512 was left open because of the hot weather. In fact, because of the hot weather, many rooms were open for ventilation at night.

Zhang Yang walked into the room lightly and climbed onto his bed. The bed was still the same as when he left. There was a mattress on the plank. When he touched it with his hands, he felt a lot of dust, but Zhang Yang didn't care much and lay down on it. At this time, if you wake up your roommate by cleaning up, you are in danger of being beaten as the last eunuch in China.

In a daze, Zhang Yang thought of the sharp sawtooth dagger dripping with blood, his smooth and white skin, his delicate and flowery face, and that mass of soft warmth... It was like a movie was playing in his head, recalling the time when he was on the train. What happened on the Internet, in the end, Uncle Wang's orange-peeled face took up the entire space in his mind, and slowly, it got bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, as big as a piece of deep-fried pancake...

Finally, Zhang Yang fell asleep drooling, he was too tired.

It seemed that just for a moment, or just for a short while, Zhang Yang was awakened by the noisy sound, opened his fluffy eyes and saw that the roommates were washing their faces and mouths and making the bed in the mist.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yang sat up in a daze and asked.

"Well... our prince is back..." A guy ran out of the toilet with a toothbrush in his mouth. [Don't forget to vote for favorites]