The Road to Slaying God

"I'm back, I'm back... What are you guys doing?" Zhang Yang's face was hot, and every time he heard this nickname, his face was cut like a knife. Add the word "peeping" in front of it.

"Brother, you're still dreaming, and you're about to make a morning fuck." The guy who slept on Zhang Yang's upper bunk jumped down and laughed strangely.

"Zaofu? Are we not seniors now! Still using Zaofu?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise.

"..."

Immediately, the dormitory fell into a burst of extreme silence, those who washed their faces stopped, those who brushed their teeth stopped, and those who made the beds stopped... Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. After returning to school for a few days, no one thought about this question, yes, What else are you doing early? Now they are in their senior year, what does senior year mean, senior year is a synonym for eating and waiting to die, and being able to do nothing.

The pause was only for a moment, everyone seemed to have made an appointment at the same time, they threw down the things in their hands, the face washer wiped it, and the foam from the mouthwash was not cleaned, and the bed maker simply lay down on the bed...

The dormitory, which was so busy just now, suddenly became quiet, and they all lay quietly on the bed, Zhang Yang opened his mouth and refused to say anything. This speed, this movement, is it too exaggerated?

Zhang Yang also closed his eyes, but within a minute on the bed, Zhang Yang got up with a soft sigh. Now, although his body wanted to rest and sleep, his mind seemed to be controlled by a magical force. The power control is average, and the desire to go out for activities is particularly strong. Obviously, there is a guy in the body whose thinking likes to get up in the morning to exercise...

"What are you doing?" The guy who was lying quietly on the bed and pretending to be dead asked in unison.

"Morning fuck."

"cut……!"

"..."

Before going out, Zhang Yang glanced at the open window, controlled the strong peeping thoughts, and walked out with regret on his face, what a pity it was such a good summer morning, hey!

Zhang Yang was depressed and alone among the crowd, waving his arms and doing chest expansion movements, but it’s good to get up early, the early morning of September is breezy, but when he washes his face and rinses his mouth, the sky has already brightened , making people feel refreshed.

A lot of new faces were added to the playground, and a lot of old faces were missing. Zhang Yang couldn't help but take a long breath: "Fourth year, I don't have to be bullied by people who are a year higher than him..." Zhang Yang couldn't help but He secretly rejoiced that the timing of his peeping was very good, it was the summer vacation, and it was the time of senior graduation, otherwise, his campus life would be even more gloomy.

"Whoa, whoa... Mom... so tired..."

After playing around in the crowd for a few times, he ran around the playground twice. Zhang Yang's tongue almost fell to the ground. He didn't like to move. After lying in the hospital for a month, his health became worse. The activity is breathless.

In fact, Zhang Yang came out to do morning sex to prove whether he had inherited the physical strength of those memories, but, obviously, his body was still extremely weak, without any signs of strength, on the contrary, he was even weaker than before he was not injured .

"Sleep and sleep." Zhang Yang felt very bored, lowered his head and ran slowly towards the dormitory, always looking forward to the life of senior year, but he would be bored after the senior year, and unexpectedly didn't know what to do in the morning, Zhang Yang sighed deeply .

XX College of Arts and Sciences is an extremely strange third-rate school. When the fourth-year students in other universities are desperately looking for jobs, the students in this school are still dead and alive. Of course, there is a reason for this. The students in this rubbish school are looking for jobs. It's also a waste of time to look for, anyway, I can't find it, it's better to hang around in school and wait to die, and when I'm about to graduate, I might be picked up by some companies that don't make it...

Of course, please don’t get me wrong. Although this school is a third-rate school, its enrollment is always full. Although this school is not ranked well in China, it has an elegant environment, pleasant scenery, and a long history. The school is not worried about the number of students. , a lot of idle prodigal sons with their sharp heads running here, that is to say, rushing here for the beauties and elegant environment here.

"Zhang Yang?" When Zhang Yang was thinking wildly, a voice shouted.

"ah……"

Zhang Yang was surprised to find that with his instinctive reaction, there were at least forty pairs of eyes on the campus looking at him, and most of them were girls. Of course, those eyes were not full of tenderness and love. It's naked hatred.

Run... If you don't run, you will be torn to pieces!

Zhang Yang has watched many movies, and his experience tells him that women, especially beautiful women, are very scary when they lose their minds.

Zhang Yang suddenly thought of a proverb in his head at this time: Everyone shouts and beats a mouse crossing the street!

Zhang Yang didn't care about who called him, so he ran with his arms around his head. Before a group of younger sisters who were preparing for an attack could react, Zhang Yang had already run away without a trace, and his speed definitely surpassed the Asian flying man Liu Xiang. See A group of sisters were taken aback for a while.

"Peng, wow..."

Zhang Yang ran to the boys' dormitory building like a tornado, and collided with a girl holding a book in her arms, and the girl's books were scattered all over the floor.

"sorry Sorry……"

Zhang Yang quickly squatted on the ground to help the girl pick up the book. He didn't dare to look at the girl's face, for fear that the girl would recognize him and say that he was deliberately taking advantage of him. Now Zhang Yang, except for freshmen who don't know him, second and third No one in Si didn't know him, a photo he took when he was a freshman at the beginning of 37 was published in newspapers and on the Internet, that's why the girl on the train knew Zhang Yang but Zhang Yang didn't know her.

The girl had long flowing hair and a slender figure. She was bumped by Zhang Yang and almost fell. Her face was flushed with anger and she was about to curse. Seeing that the boy who bumped into her kept saying sorry, he helped her pick up books. He was silent, because it was inconvenient to squat down because he was wearing a short skirt, and just waited for Zhang Yang to pick up the book.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang's outstretched hand froze in the air, staring blankly at a book on the ground.

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Zhang Yang looked at the book on the ground, as if he had been electrocuted. He knew this book very early, but he never liked mathematics. Even though he was a senior, he couldn't understand even high school mathematics. There is a strong desire to read this book, this desire is so strong that he can't control it, as if there is a powerful force in the dark that is dominating his thinking and nerves...

Zhang Yang put down the book in his hand, and gently held the math book in the palm of his hand, feeling as if there was a desire calling to him deep in his heart, the desire was so strong that his fingers trembled a little. [Don't forget to collect and vote, Domineering's new book, I really need your support];