Chapter 65: Nightmare

Paul shoved the pale-skinned Asian-American in front of him against the wall, then raised his fist and smashed his annoying dead man's face.
The black-haired Asian mixed-race opened those green eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts, and said, "I hope you can get a little heavier, so that my dad can also fish a bit more."
Speaking, this gloomy teenager showed a smile, which made people feel weird and scared a little.
Because the teenager at this moment is just like a lunatic who doesn't care about the fists that will fall on his face, but with creepy expectations.
"What are you talking about?" Paul narrowed his eyes, and the fierceness worsened, and he smashed the boy's left cheek with a punch.
boom!
The teenager was beaten with a slap, and his pale left cheek was slightly reddish, as if he was smeared with a layer of inferior blush, which made people feel a little distressed.
"Ha, it ’s not heavy enough. Your mother Maria lost 8,000 yuan last time. I do n’t know how much to lose this time? Ah, then, last time you were beaten by your dad Well, because I lost his gambling money to my family ... haha! "
The black-haired Asian mulatto laughed a little.
He was really funny because of Paul's idiot.
His cheap father, Eugene Stuart, went to school because he was fainted last time.
Do n’t get me wrong, it ’s definitely not because of distressing his son, but that the medical bill is too expensive, and someone has to bear the cost.
As a result, the Paul family, who were not particularly wealthy, lost a lot of money.
Eight thousand yuan-In this backward and closed town, it is enough for a family of four to live comfortably for two or three years.
And now, this Paul still does not know repentance.
Zhou Yu's grandmother's green eyes were full of ridicule for Paul, which was particularly attractive.
In fact, a rational approach should not be to provoke this idiot school bully who is easy to get hot, but he can't help it now.
Maybe it has something to do with the letters he got back today.
Zhou Yu even thought it would be nice if he was sober this time.
Don't take that so-called friend who left him casually.
Zhou Yu's thin white fingers curled together tightly, revealing a little emotion deep inside, but his face still looked sarcastic.
Paul, who had not slept well for a few days and became more angry, looked at this dwarf Asian man who didn't know how to live or die, his face twisted.
He must let this Asian know what he is today!
Paul took out a knife in his pants pocket and threatened the guy who dared to do the right thing.
He didn't notice the anger-above his head, the bright white light bulb flashed.
There was no sound in the bustling corridor.
"Can you not use a knife? Not a good boy, Paul ~"
A low, hoarse voice came from behind him, and Paul froze, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble.
Hearing this familiar voice that had entangled him in nightmares for a long time, he couldn't help falling into the despair and fear of the nightmare last night.
"Fake, fake, all fake ... fake ..." Paul meditated silently, praying that he would wake up soon.
All this is a nightmare, just a dream!
"Hmm--you hurt him so much that I was very surprised ~" A man with a scorched body and wearing a simple school uniform stood behind Paul, grinning horribly.
"You're fake, fake!" Paul turned around and saw the demon in the dream, scared his legs and feet softened, fell to the ground, and kept yelling at the charred man.
"Yeah, I'm fake, so don't run away ~"
The blue eyes flashed in the black holes of the man, and a faint smile appeared.
Holding a small knife in his hand, the words fell to Paul, who was frightened, as soon as his voice fell.
"Ahhhhh! My eyes! Help! My eyes! Ahhhh!" The blade stuck in Paul's eyes, blood dripping, and he was sore and sorrowful immediately.
This incomparable real pain deepened his inner fear, and made him spit with pain.
"Save me ... Ahhh! Ohhhh! Devil! It's the devil back! Ahhh!"
Paul was frightened and out of control, covering his eyes pierced with a knife, moaning and moaning helplessly.
The next moment, the space began to distort like boiling water.
He froze for a few seconds before him. The figure disappeared and replaced by the classmates who were talking about him.
"Oh my God! Look! This guy is peeing! Hahaha, God is up. Did you go out and forget to bring your diapers? Hey--hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
"I laughed at me haha!"
The sharp laughter filled Paul's ears, making him even more stingy.
He couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and couldn't even tell whether he was real or dreaming now.
Paul lowered his head and let go of his hand covering his eyes.
Drops of blood fell on the clean wooden floor, shocking.
The knife in his hand cut through his cheeks and eyelids. The dull eyes were bloodshot, and half of his face was red.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", there was a sensitive and fragile girl who caught this scene and immediately screamed, her voice very loud.
Zhou Yu, who reached the staircase, looked at the lockers, and the students were screaming. The grandmother's green eyes were stained with doubt.
Zhou Yu, who was blocked at the door just now, thought that Paul was going to grab a knife and get ready to grab the knife.
Since the last time he woke up, he has mastered some fighting skills without a teacher. Although he is too weak to fully use his skills, it is not unreasonable to take a knife unexpectedly.
But who knows that this always arrogant school bull suddenly showed a look of fear, as if he saw something that made him extremely scared, and screamed and ran away.
He was left alone somehow.
bell--!
The bell rang, and Zhou Yu stopped paying attention to the noise there and quickly went up the stairs.
Behind him, a breeze blew through, a little bloody.
Entering the classroom, Zhou Yu ignored the glaringness of the theological teacher standing on the podium and sat calmly into his seat.
Glancing at the student who was late and had no remorse, the theology teacher restored her kindness and said to the students in the classroom, "Now, let us pray together! God is above us."
"The gods are up."
The students, who were still amused, calmed down and prayed in unison.
This is the tradition of this town and the tradition of this country.
Zhou Yubai bowed his head boringly, his face absent-minded.
This seemed out of place among the students who bowed their heads and prayed silently.
Like those students, he used to believe in gods.
Every morning, he silently prays for the blessing of the gods, thinking that all suffering today is a challenge given by the gods.
Now, he doesn't believe in the existence of gods.
This was really strange, even he felt that he was weird.
Because the country where he is now is a state-religion unity, and his planet is full of various religions, few people will not believe in gods.
Everyone thinks that maybe the gods are asleep, but it does not mean that they do not exist.
Because before the First World War a century ago, the gods really existed.
Even the possession of image data can prove the existence of gods.
Zhou Yu remembered the video released by the theology teacher a few times during the previous class.
A tall, gigantic giant was burning with flames, walking between tall buildings.
Perhaps they really exist.
Zhou Yu used a pencil to draw the image of the giant, which is lifelike, so that anyone who sees the painting can feel the fiery heat and majesty of the flame.
However, he really couldn't give faith to any god.
"The next class is a new theological painting course. Let's go to the studio with me!"
The students rushed out to the studio on the fifth floor.
Zhou Yu covered the painting on the book with a book, covering the painting of the unknown god, and then walked out of the classroom.
In the empty classroom, a few cold winds blew into the closed windows, and the curtains swayed by the wind.
Belonging to Zhou Yu's desk, a thin stream of green smoke slowly emerged from a thin book.
"Paints dedicated to the gods need to be carefully painted, and the gods will feel your emotions and give you a response! In addition, please be careful not to draw any portrait of the gods themselves, that is disrespect to the gods! They will be punished by ! "
The part-time painting theology teacher has a serious face.
Grandma Zhou Yu's green eyes flickered, and she remembered the picture she just painted.
It should be fine, just a humble painting.
"Of course, there are no shortage of works on the gods in this world, but they can only be painted by famous masters of the time, such as" The Statue of Our Lady "by Master Di Fan, so that everyone who sees this picture can get the gods. Blessing! That is a real theological painting, even the gods will bless him! "
The theology teacher brought up the painting, and suddenly he was obsessed with it, which was especially insignificant on his wrinkled face.
"Teacher, the legend is false! It has been reported in the media for a long time that those miracles that are blessed are fake!" A student who has always been naughty shouted loudly.
No one believes that someone can get a blessing through a painting, it is simply a lie to a child!
"You! What's your name! Dare to refute the miracles of the gods this way!" The theology teacher crooked.
"Hahaha! I won't tell you!"
The students laughed and threw brushes around.
Zhou Yu looked at the noisy studio indifferently, and silently drew a portrait of a man on paper.
Soon, a handsome blond boy jumped into the pen.
Looking at the handsome looking blond boy on the drawing paper, Zhou Yu silently crumpled the drawing paper into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.
"Not good! It's on fire! The classroom is on fire!"
Just halfway through the painting class, a panic scream came. Zhou Yu followed the students who were scared out of the studio and saw the billowing smoke coming downstairs.
It seemed that their classroom was on fire.
Zhou Yu remembered the painting he had just painted, and his face was hesitant.
It should have nothing to do with that picture?
The author has something to say: Thank you Yingfei Caochang, Liuli, Hyacinth mines ~
Thank you for the mines of little angels ~ Do you love you ~
Thank you, little angels, too!
small theater:
Zhou Yu: (taunting face) Come, hit me, spicy chicken!
Paul: (Raised his fist)
Morris: (shows a sloppy smile)
Paul: (Kneeling and crying) No, no, brother, where can I dare hit you!
Future world consciousness: (takes up a gun) I have n’t committed suicide for a long time, let ’s kill it today ⊙w⊙ (Shot Paul in one shot)
Paul: (fall to the ground and died. Jpg) The baby is in a bitter heart but the baby does not say (┯_┯)
Nightmare world consciousness: (take out a lot of banknotes) in the future, give you money, then buy a gun, this accuracy is a bit poor! (Careful observation of future guns)
Awareness of the future world: (crash.jpg) Aren't you in a psychiatric hospital? How come out so soon!
Nightmare World Consciousness: (blinking pure eyes) Because I bought the hospital!
Awareness of the future world: (raises the phone in a cloud) Hey, Lord? Do you accept world awareness? Five cents sold for a bargain! 2k novel reading network