The National Male God of System Rebirth

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Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at Jingzi, and his slender hands took out candy from the candy box and handed it to Jingzi.

Jingzi glanced at her, pursed her lips, ate it obediently, and then told her in sign language: "It's very sweet."

Then she sat quietly in her own home, quietly, not like an ordinary nine-year-old girl, and Jingzi's parents were crying bitterly.

Jingzi's clear pupils were a little sluggish, as if she hadn't recovered from the changes in her life these days, she looked at her father with red eyes, flickering her eyes, she didn't understand why her father was crying?

"Jingzi, go back to your own room." Jingzi's father said to Jingzi in sign language.

The man looked at Jingzi's back and couldn't restrain the guilt and sadness in his eyes. This middle-aged man who had grayed temples because he was not yet 40 at work kept murmuring, "It's all my fault...it's all my fault... "

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Jiang Yihang is a reporter for an Internet TV station. Today he received an order from his superior to interview a child who was sexually assaulted in a school for the deaf, mute, and handicapped, and to report back.

The cameraman next to him has been following him, photographing the living place of these children. The dilapidated and muddy road along the way made them unimaginable. It’s not that they have never been to the countryside, but they have never seen such a bad road. Thinking of the group of deaf-mute and disabled children They couldn't help being angry.

When they arrived with the cameraman on their shoulders, Jingzi's father bowed his head and knelt down directly to a boy, with tears streaming down his face, clasped his hands together, and wanted to kowtow to Shu Cheng, "Benefactor, benefactor, thank you...thank you ..."

Shu Cheng helped the man up, stared at him with dark eyes, and the corners of her lips were slightly pursed. She didn't wear a mask today, she was not well-known in this poor family, and she didn't need a mask.

Jiang Yihang and the cameraman looked at each other.

"That boy is... Shu Cheng?!"

"It's him! Why is he here?!"

"That man seems to have been calling him a benefactor?"

"Even if he wrote "The Melting Pot", there is no need to thank him like this?"

Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at this middle-aged man with gray temples, he pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to lift him up.

The man raised his head, and the knife was exposed. Looking at Shu Cheng, his eyes were filled with ferocious anger, and while Shu Cheng helped him up, he stabbed Shu Cheng directly in the abdomen with the knife.

Blood flowed out all at once, dyeing Shu Cheng's clothes red little by little.

Jiang Yihang and the cameraman next to him didn't react. When they did, they called the police and protected Shu Cheng behind him. Shu Cheng held his bleeding abdomen and looked at the man's dark eyes without blinking. one time.

one second……

two seconds...

three seconds...

Shu Cheng finally opened his mouth to speak, his deep voice was indifferent, without questioning, without anger, and in a very calm tone: "Why?"

The man stared at Shu Cheng's eyes, feeling a little nervous in his heart, but his voice raised unconsciously: "Why?"

"Why do you say it?!" The man's eyes were full of anger, "Why do you say it?! What do you know?!"

Shu Cheng didn't speak, staring at the man with deep dark eyes, stretching far into the horizon, covering the wound with one hand, and touching an acupuncture point with the other to temporarily stop the bleeding.

The man sneered, and became more and more emotional: "What do you know?!