Rebirth of the National Male God

Si Huang woke up from his sleep, his fingers holding the sheet turned white, and the blue veins on his forehead protruded slightly.

The dim light from the curtains let Si Huang know that it should be the early morning. His dark eyes were covered by sweaty black hair, and he made a hoarse gasp from his throat, like the struggle of a trapped beast.

"Ha...hehehehe." Suddenly, the hoarse gasps turned into laughter, which sounded pleasant at first, but with Si Huang now covering his eyes with one hand and holding his neck up, it seemed strange.

At the end, I laughed until my throat hurt, and the laughter was more like sobbing, despair and madness.

Until I couldn't laugh, there was only a slight breathing sound, and the hands covering my eyes lifted up the sweaty black hair, revealing a smooth and full forehead, and also revealed the hidden eyes.

If someone were here, they would be surprised that not only did these eyes not have the slightest tears, but they were calm and terrifying, and the dark, too calm, revealed a hint of magic.

"How long are you going to escape?"

The voice that suddenly came out of her mind did not change Si Huang's face in the slightest. She silently twitched the corner of her mouth, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

There was a full-length mirror in the bathroom. Si Huang stood in front of the mirror and looked at the person reflected on the opposite side.

The boy is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with slender and slender limbs, smooth and graceful lines, and his skin is as white as jade under the reflection of the lights and tiles in the bathroom. The most beautiful thing is her face. The long eyebrows under the full forehead are almost close to the temples. The eyebrows do not need to be trimmed to be natural and stylish. Wu Que, at this time the pupils inside stared at each other with thick and dull eyes, and the ruthless expression made this still immature face look cold and rich.

This is a face kissed by God, so beautiful that it has neither gender nor gender.

However, without looking at her body, with short messy hair, people will naturally recognize her as a boy.

In fact, her current identity, even her ID card, is male.

Si Huang stared at himself in the mirror inexplicably for a while, then closed his eyes suddenly, and when he opened it again after two seconds, the darkness in his eyes was like a blue sky where the rain passed over the sky. Bright smile.

Pure, innocent, like an angel!

It's just that the angels come and disappear quickly, and the curvature of the corner of the mouth changes slightly, full of disgust and ridicule.

Si Huang turned around and saw the criss-crossing whip marks on his back in the mirror.

For the past three days, she stayed in her room. Apart from eating, she was lying in bed to recover from her injuries. She also recalled the scenes of her previous life. She concluded in one sentence-in her previous life, when she was twenty-eight years old, she was always serving others. In life, people use all of their value, and they die without a place to bury their bodies. They are thrown out, humiliated by people, eaten by wild beasts, and eventually crawled with insects and ants, becoming the nourishment of nature.

For three nights, she had the same dream, in which she experienced the long despair and pain of death again and again.

"You still have ten days to live." The voice of hating iron for not steel resounded in my mind.

This time Sihuang responded, "I know." Turning around to turn on the shower, her voice was muffled by the sound of water, "This time, I will cherish my life more than anyone else."

The reborn Si Huang was only 16 years old this year, but he was already 1.72 meters tall, even among boys of the same age.

She opened the wardrobe and chose a gray-blue T-shirt from a pile of dark clothes in it. She wore a black knitted sweater and a pair of black casual jeans of the same style. Then she looked at herself in the mirror, her forehead was slightly longer. His black hair covered half of his face, making the whole person look gloomy.

Si Huang recalled that before the age of eighteen, she was such an introverted and gloomy image, a shadow of Si Hua. In order to highlight Si Hua's brightness, she must not steal his limelight. It was not until she was eighteen years old that her value was excavated and she was allowed to appear in front of others, but she became an even sadder puppet...

With her blushing lips hooked, Si Huang reached out and lifted the black hair on her forehead, revealing a perfect face. She compared her posture in the mirror as if she was dissatisfied, and raised her eyebrows slightly. What kind of gloomy young man is clearly a radiant supermodel.

"buckle"

The door was knocked twice, and the expressionless woman walked in with her breakfast.

I originally planned to put down the breakfast and leave as usual, but suddenly I heard the sound of the curtain being "swiped" being pulled open. I instinctively looked up and saw that the slender boy had just put down the hand that was pulling the curtain, and seemed to take a deep breath. back, then turned to look back.

"Good morning."

A person with bright morning light, an elegant smile, and a mellow voice.

thump—

Si Huang looked at the falling plate indifferently, but his leisurely footsteps had an indescribable elegance, until Zhang Ma, who was standing still, stopped beside her, lowered her head and whispered in her ear, "Did you enjoy being served by a little lover last night? ?"

Zhang Ma was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Si Huang with her usual old-fashioned expression, but her head was suddenly pressed by a hand, and she was crushed to the ground with a huge force.

The face was so dead that it just pressed on the dinner plate that had just fallen to the ground.

"Ah... uh!" Before he could shout, he was pressed down even harder, and his lips were deformed.

"Shh." Si Huang squatted down and reassured her softly, "Be quiet." He let go of his hand and slowly wiped his clothes on Zhang Ma's clothes, "Don't worry, your little lover won't leave you because of your disfigurement. , after all, I have a lot of money on my card."

Zhang Ma, who was about to be furious, froze when she heard this, wondering if Si Huang really knew something, "What does the young master mean? This is slander! Although the young master's card is kept by me, But every money I spend is on the eldest young master."

After saying a word, Zhang Mama shut up. The wound torn by the shards hurts too much.

She didn't hear Si Huang's response for a while, Ma Zhang looked up and found that the other party had walked a few meters away. The back was straight but not stiff, which was completely different from the eldest young master who always walked with his chest and head down.

Thinking of Si Huang's gentle and mellow voice just now, Ma Zhang shuddered for some reason.

Si Huang, who was going down the stairs, raised his eyes to look at the woman who was eating and a boy about his age, and the thoughts in his mind had already turned around.