A huge eye lies across the high sky and stares at me. There are many thick black lines around my eyes pointing radially, looking like countless eyelashes. For a junior high school student like me who has just received nine years of compulsory education, I should have been very scared when facing such a scene. After all, this completely overturned all my cognition, but in fact my fear was not as big as I imagined, and the time was very short. The fear in my heart was quickly replaced by doubt. I really couldn't understand what kind of existence it was, and the eyes were so big, so how big would his head and body be.

The reason I think this way is because I can be sure that it is a living eye. Although it is very far away, and there seems to be a transparent barrier between me and this eye, so the eyes I see are flat, like a high-resolution photo taken with the top-notch camera.

But I knew very well that this was not a real photo, because I could clearly see the blood in my eyes, and even feel the strong murderous intent in my eyes. Strangely, this murderous intent did not scare me, but instead touched something in my heart, causing a raging anger to rise deep in my soul. Under the control of this emotion, I actually raised the short stick in my hand and pointed it towards the sky.

My behavior was immediately responded, but there was only a hint of contempt in my eyes when I looked at me, just like a tall and strong adult who saw an ant holding a grass stick to demonstrate. Perhaps in this eye, I looked worse than an ant. Although I also had thick eyebrows and big eyes, my eyes were no many times bigger than an ordinary ant, and the eyes in the sky were thousands of times bigger than my body.

After a stalemate for about a minute, the eyes in the sky began to blur, and then gradually disappeared. Looking up, there were only the blue sky and the occasionally floating white clouds, as well as those radial black lines.

I slowly put down the short stick pointing towards the sky, turned my head to look around, and first saw the fat boy sitting beside me, who was shorter than me, but his weight was at least 15 times that of mine, and his face was bulging, and his eyes, which were not big, were almost squeezed by the flesh on his face, so the extra flesh had to extend downward, making him have another chin, and the flesh on his body was more, and his chest was almost fattening into a C-cup cup. His high bulge was like a pregnant woman who was five or six months pregnant, stretching her clothes tightly. Although there was no handsome spot on her body, I felt a little warm and at ease after seeing him, because he was my classmate, brothers and neighbors, named Qian Chuanzi, and I called him Qian Chuanzi.

"Boss!" Qian Chuanzi shouted. This voice made the warmth in my heart stronger. At least I was not lonely at this moment. After shouting this, Qian Chuanzi didn't say anything else. He just looked at me with admiration. It was probably because of my actions that raised my hand and pointed at the sky just now that he felt a little incredible. In fact, it was not just him, but even I myself didn't know why I did such a move at that moment.

The reason why Qian Chuanzi called me "Boss" dates back a few years ago. At that time, we just watched me in the Hong Kong movie "Young and Dangerous" and were ambitious to organize our own club. We even thought of the name of the club - Wuhao Club.

I came up with this name, which looks a bit inconsistent in terms of literality, but if you explain it a little, you will understand the meaning of it. "Wu" means "I", and there is no need to say more about the word "Hao". You can see it clearly by disassembling it up and down. However, after several years of hard work, the members of Wuhao Society are still the only ones, Qian Chuanzi.

From this name, you can see my personality. I am bold and a little bit of cultural cultivation. It seems that boldness is innate, and the culture is due to my grandfather. My family lives in a small town in the north. My parents work in Guangzhou all year round. I grew up with my grandfather and grandma. In fact, it is the so-called "left-behind children".

My grandfather used to be a primary school teacher in our town. He liked Chinese history very much, especially classical literature. Under his influence, although my academic performance was awful, I still accumulated a little ink in my stomach.

My name is Zhou Zheng. My parents probably gave me this name because they hoped that my appearance would be Zhou Zheng. I have never let them down since I was a child. I am sixteen years old this year and I am pretty. Although I am still a little different from the level of a young and handsome guy, it is not very big. At most, I just kept it in the refrigerator for a few more days, but other than that, I have nowhere to make my parents proud.

First of all, my academic performance is a mess. This is not to say how stupid I am, but I think the things taught in school are useless, and I am very tired of the stereotyped life in school. Therefore, it is a very painful thing for me to get up early every day from childhood to adulthood. It feels similar to going to the execution ground. Although I have never been to the execution ground, I have only seen such scenes in film and television dramas, but I don’t feel that it is so scary. It feels much better than when I go to school.

I guess many people have had this idea when they were in school. Now they may feel naive when they think about it, but I have this idea not because of my naivety, but precisely because of my maturity.

I am a precocious child, but my precocious puberty is not reflected in my interest in girls like other precocious children. My precocious puberty is reflected in my mentality and way of thinking. I feel like an old man who has experienced all the vicissitudes of life. Sometimes I even feel that what elders and teachers do are a bit naive.

Of course, in order to maintain their due dignity, I never expressed any doubts about their words and deeds, and even rarely spoke in front of them. In the eyes of elders and teachers, I became an introverted and taciturn child. At the same time, in order to make me look like a normal child, I would deliberately do some more childish things, such as organizing Wuhao Society.

Another influence of precocious puberty is that I have no friends. For those peers who are so naive that I want to laugh, I really don’t have any interest in getting along with them, with only one exception, that person is Qian Chuanzi. Maybe it’s because I don’t have brothers and sisters, and Qian Chuanzi is half a year younger than me, which gives me the feeling of a big brother. Anyway, no matter what, there is no utilitarian idea here.

The reason why I say this is because Qian Chuanzi's family is relatively rich. His parents opened a small company in the provincial capital. They are also well-known figures here. If there is a ranking of wealthy people in the town, his parents would definitely be in the top three.

Perhaps because I am often with me, under my influence, Qian Chuanzi's personality has become more and more mature, and he feels out of place with his peers, and his classmates have also become distant from us. This situation is very in line with my wishes. Anyway, I don't want to date those childish little kids. What I want is to find my own happiness, and the source of this happiness is online games.

The fight in the game made me excited. It seemed that this was the life I really wanted. However, this kind of happiness was very expensive and was definitely a huge sum of money for me. Although the fat man had more pocket money than me, he could not bear the expenses of two people. However, the money was quickly solved by money. He discovered a promising big business - reselling cultural relics.

I just said that my hometown is in a small town in the north. When I was very young, I heard from my grandfather that we were a major transportation route in ancient times and a place where military strategists must fight. There have been countless wars in history, and several of them seem to be very famous in history. Detailed records can be found in ancient books. It is said that several generals who were well-known in history died in our place, but I have no interest in these.
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