The sea breeze is blowing. You can smell the sea when you walk along the sea. Nancheng Beach of Haiguo has therefore become a famous tourist attraction on Hope.
Of course, few people will come at such a hot noon. From afar, I could only vaguely hear the sound of the wheat billowing in the sea, and occasionally there were lonely footsteps of lonely teenagers.
As a child growing up at the seaside, Zhang Zichen knew the tidal changes of the sea well, and often came to the seaside for wild picking and walking when he was a child. Even though he is growing up, this is still a great happiness for him.
"Drip --" The uninteresting bell rang from Zhang Zichen's old mobile phone with several scratches.
He stuck his left forefinger, quickly unlocked the mobile phone screen, and clicked on the chat interface of the button group.
The head of Little Luo Li of [I Love Yonghui] came into sight.
[I love Yonghui]: What are you doing on weekends? Ah ha ha ha, I have finished my homework! Ah ha ha ha!
He first frowned, then his left finger flew on the screen.
[Lan Liyu]: Are you sure?
Lan Liyu immediately sent a very "playful" expression pack.
Zhang Zichen quickly deleted his original writing and stared at the screen.
[I love Yonghui]: Is there anything else?
[Lan Liyu]: Have you done the math loose leaf? No, I advise you to do it as soon as possible.
[Lan Liyu]: [A playful expression] will collapse.
[I love Yonghui]: [Shocked] [Shocked] My aunt, tomorrow the teacher will ask me why I didn't do it. I'm going to say I don't know. Don't tell.
[Blue Liyu]: emmm
[I love Yonghui]: We are old classmates.
[Lan Liyu] and [I love Yonghui] are both Zhang Zichen's current classmates in high school and junior high school. Lan Liyu is a very cold and arrogant girl, but for those junior high school students, they are not smart in private.
And [I love Yonghui] is a teenager whose grades are lower in the school. He is also an introverted and shy teenager who is Zhang Zichen's junior high school classmate and senior high school classmate. Of course, he and Zhang Zichen both worked hard in the final sprint of junior high school, and both rushed into No. 3 Middle School as dark horses.
Zhang Zichen was about to butt in on [I love Yonghui] and [Lan Liyu] when a message "Approach Style" popped up in the upper left corner of the screen.
The head of a strong man who is very strong and dressed... suitable for summer travel, with a line of small characters beside it:
Sobbing, I give you my head.
There is also a Miss Cat running and crying beside her. She is really petite, but she is not cute with a strong man's head.
Zhang Zichen is not surprised. The man with a strong man's head is the son of a famous rich businessman in the southern city of Haiguo, but also a member of the group. His primary school, junior high school and high school classmate, whose online name is [Ren Xuanyuan], is one of the only group members and the largest local tyrant in the group.
The inhuman kind of trench.
Zhang Zichen sighed helplessly and put down his mobile phone. When the local tyrant comes on the stage, a poor boy like him will be angry if he looks at it again.
Sure enough, after Ren Xuanyuan went online, there was another loud bell. Zhang Zichen saw this and quickly unlocked the lock screen at the hand speed of 17 years of single life.
The red square with the cover of Little Cute Girl is displayed in front of Zhang Zichen.
He couldn't wait to click the word "open", only to find that it was too late. One red envelope was taken away by Lan Liyu, and the other red envelope was taken away by the group's business card as "Jojo Jojo".
This "Jo Jo Jo" is the leader of the group. She looks very slim on weekdays, but others don't know that she is hiding in the swimming circle... sister paper?
If a taekwondo red belt can also be a sister
In short, three hundred yuan was divided between them.
Zhang Zichen hated that he had not stayed in the QQ chat interface just now, while typing and mocking JoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJo.
Oh, woman!
There were only five people in the group. At first, it was created by Jojo and Lan Liyu on the spur of the moment. But he and Yonghui, Ren Xuanyuan were forced to come. However, as time goes by, plus the various points of the high school entrance examination, this group has a special significance for everyone over time.
What makes several people with different personalities get together in the same group?
Their four names are very... strange.
Just like [I love Yonghui], his real name is Yu Yonghui. This online name is not his narcissism. For one thing, his name implies it, and for another, he really loves Yonghui... Supermarket.
Zhang Zichen is different from them. Zhang Zichen's name is very common. His father's name is Zhang, and his mother's name is not Chen. But when he was one year old, Zhai Zhou caught a pencil with the word "morning", so he was called Zhang Zichen.
In front - who is it.
Two black figures in the distance seemed to be fighting. Zhang Zichen was shocked.
The shallow water rippled slightly, and two tall figures were jumping on the water.
The taller Zhang Zichen looks familiar, and seems to have seen him somewhere - isn't he the world government official Hai Pingtong, who is 1.8 meters tall and popular with single women in the recent political events he is going to recite!
The other man, with a long sword and white hair, should be from the Northern Kingdom.
They also saw Zhang Zichen not far away, but had no time to deal with him.
Zhang Zichen was surprised, and his feet were already scared soft - the two fought fiercely, and a long sword appeared in Hai Pingtong's hand out of nowhere. The northern man was surprised, and shouted, "The Baiwang Fairy Gives Divine Power"
Zhang Zichen was surprised to see Hai Pingtong's face, and the special effects he could only see in the film were displayed in front of him.
He turned and ran without thinking.
But when he just took a step, Zhang Zichen suddenly felt powerless and collapsed on the beach.
He immediately took out his mobile phone and tried to dial the emergency number. But the pain on his body became more and more intense. Like acupuncture, he wanted to struggle and ask for help, but he found that his mouth was barely opened and closed until he tried his best, but there was no sound and his fingers were powerless.
If not for the pain, he thought he had already become a corpse. There is no other feeling all over the body, even the sound of waves around the ears is getting smaller and smaller, and the vision is getting blurred.
I heard the man from the Northern Kingdom say——
"In front of the divine power, the peace you want to protect is as thin as a cicada's wings."
The magnetic male voice said, "Even so, you barbarians in the North should not be crazy."
At the last moment, somehow, his inexplicable intuition made him try his best to turn to the right.
In his spare light, he glanced at a conch with complicated patterns and an inverted cone shaped like the heart of a chicken.
That's cockscomb! As a child growing up at the seaside, Zhang Zichen is also familiar with the precautions at the seaside, and naturally knows something about the famous cockscomb. A cockscomb can poison an adult man.
At this moment, a plane is circling in the air——
"Oh, the guy who can only call foreign aid." The man of the Northern Kingdom fled quickly, not half as brave as he had just been, and never looked back.
The sun was hanging in the sky and the tide was rising. The cockscomb on Zhang Zichen's right was shining with strange brilliance. That's the last thing Zhang Zichen saw.
He completely lost all his feelings, including the pain of life.
His world is dark
When the sun is burning, the waves are fierce. It swept away Zhang Zichen's body, which still had a little temperature. In the blink of an eye, the cockscomb turned into light and merged into Zhang Zichen's body. The beach was silent, as if no one had ever come, and nothing had ever happened.
"Jie Jie, full of eyes, I think this little guy is good, but I'm afraid I can't bear you..." A black ghost was reflected in the air.
"What does it matter to you to do things alone?" The proud white figure turned into a white light and entered the cockscomb.
No one knows whether the person who reappears in a few days will be a floating corpse or a more brilliant teenager?
