Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

Paul pushed the pale-skinned Asian mixed to one side of the wall, and then he threw his fist on his annoyingly dead face.

The black-haired Asian mixed-race opened those green eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and said, "I hope you can start a little harder, so that my bastard dad can catch more."

As he said, this gloomy-looking teenager showed a smile, which made people feel weird but also a little scared.

Because at the moment, the boy is like a madman, not caring about the fist that is about to fall on his face, but with creepy expectations.

"What are you talking about?" Paul squinted his eyes, even more fierce, and hit the boy's left cheek with a punch.

boom!

The boy was staggered, and his pale left cheek was a little red from the beating, as if he had been randomly put on a layer of inferior blush, which made people feel a little distressed.

"Ha, it's not heavy enough. Last time your mother Maria lost 8,000 yuan. I don't know how much to pay this time? Ah, by the way, last time you were beaten by your gambler dad. Right, because he lost his gambling money to my family...Haha!"

The black-haired Asian half smiled wildly.

He really felt funny because of Paul's idiot.

His cheap father Eugene Stuart went to school because he was knocked out last time.

Don't get me wrong, this is definitely not because he feels sorry for his son, but because the medical expenses are 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-enough for a family of four to live a comfortable life for two or three years in this backward and closed town.

And now, this Paul still has no repentance.

Zhou Yu's grandmother's green eyes were full of mockery of Paul, an especially attractive hatred value.

In fact, the sensible approach should not irritate this easy-headed idiot school bully, but he can't help it now.

Maybe it has something to do with the letters he got back today.

Zhou Yu even felt that it would be nice if he was beaten this time to make him sober.

Stop taking that so-called friend who left him at will.

Zhou Yu's thin white fingers were tightly curled together, revealing some emotions deep in his heart, but his face was still mocking.

Paul, who hadn't slept well for several days, and his temper became more and more fierce, his face twisted with anger when he looked at the short-lived Asian Asian.

He must let this damned Asian know how good he is today!

Paul took out a knife from his trouser pocket and brightly threatened the guy who dared to do it right with him.

Angrily, he didn't notice—the bright white light bulb flashed above his head.

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, and Paul froze, and his hand holding the knife began to tremble.

Hearing this familiar voice that had haunted him for a long time in his nightmare, Paul couldn't help falling into the despair and fear of last night's nightmare again.

"Fake, fake, all fake...false..." Paul muttered silently, praying that he would wake up soon.

All this is a nightmare, just a dream!

"Jie Jie Jie Jie-you hurt him, really surprised me~" A man in a simple school uniform was standing behind Paul with a terrible laugh.

"You are fake, fake!" Paul turned his head and saw the demon in the dream, his legs weakened in fright, fell to the ground, and kept shouting at the scorched man.

"Yes, I'm a fake, so don't run away~"

A faint blue light gleamed in the man's black eyes, and he pulled out a hideous smile.

Holding a small knife in his hand, he threw it at Paul, who was frightened and shocked, as soon as his words fell.

"Ahhhhh! My eyes! Help! My eyes! Ahhhhhhh!" The blade pierced Paul's eyes, dripping with blood, and the pain immediately made him cry.

This extremely real pain deepened his inner fear, and made him burst into tears.

"Save me...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Paul was so frightened that he lost control, covering his eyes pierced by the knife, and groaning helplessly in pain.

At the next moment, the space began to twist like boiling water.

His eyes were in a trance for a few seconds, and the hideous figure disappeared, replaced by the classmates who were talking about him.

"Oh my God, look! This guy is peeing! Hahaha, the gods are up, Paul, did you forget to bring your diapers when you went out? Puff—hahaha!

"Hahaha!"

"Laughing at me haha!"

The sharp laughter filled Paul's ears, making him even more dazed.

He couldn't distinguish the difference between dream and reality, and he couldn't even judge whether it was real or dreaming.

With his head drooping, Paul let go of his hands covering his eyes.

Drops of blood fell on the clean wooden floor, shocking.

The knife in his hand pierced his cheeks and eyelids, his sluggish eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and half of his face was blood red.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Zhou Yu, who walked to the top of the stairs, looked at the students who were screaming and screaming. The grandmother's green eyes were filled with doubt.

Zhou Yu, who was blocked at the door just now, thought that Paul was going to stab someone and was ready to go up and grab the knife.

Since waking up last time, he has mastered some fighting skills without a teacher. Although his body is too weak to fully perform, it is not a problem to grab a knife by surprise.

But who knows that this arrogant school bully suddenly showed an expression of fear, as if he saw something terrifying him and screamed and ran away.

He left him alone for some reason.

bell--!

The class bell rang, Zhou Yu ignored the noise over there, and hurried up the stairs.

Behind him, a wisp of breeze blew through, with a slight smell of blood.

Entering the classroom, Zhou Yu ignored the glare of the theology teacher standing on the podium, and calmly sat down in his seat.

Glancing at the student who was late and had no regrets, the theology teacher recovered his kindness and said to the students in the classroom: "Now, let us pray together! The gods are here."

"God is above."

The students who were still frolicking all calmed down and prayed in unison.

This is the tradition of this small town and the tradition of this country.

Zhou Yu lowered his head boredly, his expression absent-minded.

This seemed a bit out of place among the students who bowed their heads in silent prayer.

Like these students, he once believed in gods sincerely.

Every morning, he would silently pray for the blessing of the gods, thinking that all the sufferings today are challenges given by the gods.

And now, he doesn't believe in the existence of gods.

This is really strange, even he himself thinks he is very strange.

Because the country he now lives in is a combination of politics and religion, and his planet is also full of various religions, and few people do 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, gods still existed.

Even possessing image data can prove the existence of the gods.

Zhou Yu was a little surprised to think of the video that the theology teacher released during the previous class.

A huge giant was walking among the tall buildings burning with flames all over.

Maybe they really exist.

Zhou Yu drew the image of the giant on the notebook with a pencil, which is lifelike, so that anyone who sees this painting can feel the heat and majesty of the flame.

However, he really couldn't dedicate his faith to any god.

"The next class is a newly opened theological drawing class. Let's go to the studio with my classmates!"

The students filed out, clamoring and walking towards the studio on the fifth floor.

Zhou Yu covered the painting on the book with a book, hiding the painting of the unknown god, and then walked out of the classroom.

In the empty classroom, some cold wind blew into the open windows, and the curtains by the windows swayed with the wind.

On the desk belonging to Zhou Yu, a wisp of smoke slowly emerged from a thin notebook.

"The painting dedicated to the gods needs to be painted seriously. The gods will feel your emotions and respond to you! In addition, please be careful not to paint any portraits of the gods themselves. That is disrespect to the gods! You will be punished by the gods. !"

The theology teacher in the part-time painting class has a serious face.

Grandmother Zhou Yu's green eyes flickered, and she remembered the picture she had just painted.

It should be all right, it's just a crude painting.

"Of course, there is no shortage of works about gods in this world, but they can only be drawn by famous masters in the world. For example, Master Divan’s "The Statue of Our Lady" can make all people who see this painting acquire gods. Blessing! That is a true theological painting, even the gods will bless him!"

When the theology teacher mentioned the painting, his face suddenly became obsessed, which seemed particularly wretched on his wrinkled face.

"Teacher, the legend is false! It has long been reported by the media that those blessing miracles are forged!" a student who had always been naughty shouted loudly.

No one believes that someone can get a blessing from the gods through a painting. It's a lie to a child!

"You! What is your name! Dare to refute the miracles of the gods like this!"

"Hahaha! I won't tell you!"

The students laughed and threw paintbrushes everywhere.

Zhou Yu looked at the noisy studio indifferently, and silently drew a portrait of a person on the paper.

Soon, a handsome boy with blond hair came into his writing.

Looking at the handsome blond boy on the drawing paper, Zhou Yu silently crumpled the drawing paper into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.

"No! It's on fire! The classroom is on fire!"

Just halfway through the painting class, a panic scream came. Zhou Yu followed the frightened classmates out of the studio and saw the billowing smoke coming out of the stairs.

It seems that their classroom is on fire.

Zhou Yu thought of the painting he had just painted, with a hint of hesitation on his pale face.

It should have nothing to do with that painting, right?