Lethal Impulse

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Chapter 8, Burning Money

Now everyone knows that there is a ghost in our classroom, and this ghost is Han Ziyu. Every time I think of this, many people look pale. I left the classroom in shock, and then, after I left the school, I immediately called Wang Yinyang.

After receiving my call, Wang Yinyang immediately asked me what he found in the classroom. I immediately told him what I saw. After listening to me, Wang Yinyang said seriously on the phone: "So, it is basically certain that the people in your class are Han Ziyu."

"So what should I do?" I couldn't help asking.

"About this, please don't act rashly. Just listen to me. I will tell you how to deal with her." Wang Yinyang said.

"Okay, I will listen to you." I finished and put the phone down. At this time, I was relieved. Anyway, with Wang Yinyang's guarantee, I didn't have to worry about Han Ziyu at all.

Back at home, after eating, I picked up my phone and bored it. Soon I saw Mo Qingyu in the group. I hesitated and sent her a text message.

"Why did you save me?"

After I sent the text message, I waited for Mo Qingyu's reply. After a while, she replied: "I saved you because I think you deserve trust."

"Really? Thank you very much anyway." I wrote in a hurry.

"It's nothing. It really shocked me today. I didn't think I really saw Han Ziyu. She's pretty pathetic," Mo Qingyu wrote.

"Yeah, abandoned by scumbag, helpless to commit suicide." I wrote.

"Have all your boys started to chaotically end up like this?" Mo Qingyu asked me. Looking at her news, I really don't know what to say, and finally I thought about it and responded to 'I'm not such a person anyway'.

Then Mo Qingyu ignored me, and I was bored and brushed up. This night passed.

The next day, I sat up from bed, looked at my phone as usual, and then turned and walked towards the school. Speaking of today is Saturday, the school will be on holiday this afternoon. Speaking of which, perhaps the gatekeepers of the prefecture will not promulgate tasks in these days.

Just when I was cranky, I had come to the classroom. In the classroom, the students are sitting idle, and they are talking about each other.

I returned to my seat and chatted with Zhao Pengyu.

"You must be very proud?" Zhao Pengyu said suddenly.

"What's my compliment?" I couldn't help asking.

"Mo Qingyu kissed you, but this is a good thing that is hard to find while holding a lantern." Zhao Pengyu said.

"That's natural." I smiled slightly, then subconsciously looked at the phone, and then said: "Has the task not yet begun? Who knows what task this time will be."

"I hope it won't be a particularly perverted task." Zhao Pengyu mumbled and looked at the phone.

And most of the people in the class are also the same. Now that everyone is accustomed to the existence of the gatekeeper of the prefecture, every time they come to the class, the first action is to look at the mobile phone.

In the WeChat group, the gatekeeper of the prefecture finally released a new task: "Mo Yu, Chen Jiasheng, Li Yutian, Zhao Pengyu, the above four people must burn 5,000 yuan banknotes in public, the task period is: 10 hours. : He died of broken bones. "

"Five thousand yuan." Zhao Pengyu looked at the phone tremblingly, and said for a long time: "Will all the money be burned?"

"Yes, the gatekeepers of the local government let you burn money in public." I muttered to myself, looking at the phone, puzzled.

This time the task is not so perverted, but still severe. Because we are all high school students. There is no job yet, and there is no economic income. In this way, let us take five thousand yuan to burn, I believe that most people can not do it.

After all, everyone has not yet entered the society, not even the cost of living.

"Five thousand yuan, how can I get it. I now have only three hundred yuan in my hand." Zhao Pengyu said pale.

"I can help you. There are two thousand WeChat red envelopes in my hands. This is all I can do for the task." I said Yang Yang mobile phone.

Hearing what I said, Zhao Pengyu's complexion returned to blood, and his eyes looked at me, his voice excited: "Thank you so much, if it is two thousand yuan, I should be able to borrow it."

"That's good." I looked to Zhao Pengyu and said that he was my friend anyway, and I will definitely help if I can help.

Others were not so lucky. When Chen Jiasheng saw the text message, he immediately stood pale. His family is good in our class. Just faced with five thousand dollars, he had no choice.

After all, the money held by high school students is limited, and unless it is the second generation of wealth, it is impossible to have such a large amount of money.

Five thousand yuan is not a small amount even if it is for a job. Not to mention those of us who have no jobs.

Chen Jiasheng looked at his classmates with a pale face, and said sincerely: "Who can lend me a little money, I promise to return it by then."

However, when he said this, no one spoke. After all, everyone knows his character, it is normal to borrow money. Many of the people in the class have borrowed his money, and he never paid it back.

Among these four people, Li Yutian is the most comfortable. He is a standard rich second generation. A moonlight is pocket money, a number that is beyond our reach.

I saw him standing up, and then came slowly to the podium. Only then a large amount of money was drawn from his pocket. Then, without looking at it, directly lit the money. Then a lot of banknotes in his hands turned into ashes in our eyes.

I have to admit that this kind of local tyrant is really unique.

After he finished burning, the words of the gatekeeper of the prefecture sounded in the WeChat group: "Li Yutian completed the task, and the WeChat red envelope has been issued."

"Haha, it would be nice if the tasks were so simple." Li Yutian said arrogantly.

When he returned to his seat, Chen Jiasheng rushed over, and then looked at him with an excited expression. The voice stuttered and said: "Please, can you lend me five thousand dollars."

"Of course I don't care about five thousand dollars, but can you pay it back?" Li Yutian glanced at him disdainfully, then asked indifferently.

Hearing Li Yutian saying this, Chen Jiasheng nodded and said seriously, "I will definitely pay it back, you have to believe me."

"Trust you? Cut, I know your character." Li Yutian glared at him, and then said with an impatient expression: "Go away, borrow it elsewhere. I have no money to lend you."

"Don't, as long as you borrow my money, you will be my boss in the future. You can let me do whatever you want." Chen Jiasheng's voice flattered and looked at Li Yutian with a pleading expression.

"You can do anything?" Li Yutian said with narrowed eyes.

"Of course." Chen Jiasheng nodded uncontrollably.

"I heard that you have a girlfriend outside of class. I've seen it, but it looks good." Li Yutian sneered and looked at him.

"If you want it, let it be you." Chen Jiasheng said quickly. Although he didn't borrow much money for the sake of this girl, but by this time, his life was more important.

"I don't want this." Li Yutian sneered, then whispered in his ear.

Chen Jiasheng's complexion changed suddenly, and he looked at Li Yutian, and his voice begged: "This is not very good."

"Then you can go find someone else to borrow money. I think someone will willingly lend you." Li Yutian waved disdainfully.

Chen Jiasheng gritted his teeth in embarrassment, and finally nodded, "No problem. But boss, you have to help me by then."

"No problem, from now on, you are my brother." Li Yutian clapped his hands with a smile, and then took a stack of banknotes from the backpack.

Seeing this, we couldn't help but exclaim, Li Yutian was really rich, and he couldn't think of carrying so much money with him.

Chen Jiasheng took the money in his hand and walked to the podium tremblingly. In the disdainful eyes of everyone, he lowered his head and lit the banknote with a lighter, and then the banknote burned in his palm.

It can be seen that Chen Jiasheng's face is very sad. After all, it was five thousand dollars, so it was burnt out. It can be said that it is completely wasted.

But compared to life, this is nothing. Chen Jiasheng quickly figured it out. After he burned the banknotes, he was relieved. Then sat in a chair.

At this time, only Zhao Pengyu and Mo Yu are left to burn the banknotes. Both of their families are average. At this time, they really can't get 5,000 yuan.

Mo Yu turned his gaze to Li Yutian, who knew he shrugged, and then said, "I have no extra money, you can do it yourself."

In desperation, Mo Yu could only borrow it from the people in the class. It's a pity that I borrowed from the left, but I borrowed more than 1,000 yuan. After all, everyone is a high school student and really doesn't have much money.

"Hurry up to raise money, there are nine hours left. Enough for you to go," said a girl.

Mo Yu nodded and rushed out of the classroom. Zhao Pengyu gritted his teeth and said sorry to me, then he rushed out of the classroom with my bank card. It seems that they all went to raise money.

There was a lot of talk in the class for a while, and there was a little surprise on his face.

"How much did you lend him." Mo Qingyu asked.

"Two thousand is all my money. Including the WeChat red envelopes obtained from these two tasks." I said.

"You really are friends to him." Mo Qingyu said.

"I don't want to see anyone die in front of me anymore." I said with a sad face, helpless in my eyes.

The head teacher soon came to class, but when she saw the ashes on the ground, she asked us strangely if someone had burnt paper in the classroom.

It's just that no one answered him at all. Of course, we can't tell the class teacher that these people are not burning paper in the class, but burning money.