Rebirth: My college entrance exam score was stolen? I turned the tables and made a billion.

Zhao Xiaojun collapsed solidly to the ground.

The summer night was already sweltering, but the back of his shirt was soaked with cold sweat, sticking stickily to his spine.

A night breeze blew, raising a fine layer of goosebumps.

Inside the room, the sounds of clinking glasses and exchanging toasts continued, even growing more lively.

"Old Chen, I must say, you really have a way with things."

Zhao Youcai took a sip of wine and smacked his lips.

"If this kid really dares to cause trouble, then leave this to me."

"Just give him any pretext, like 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble,' and send a few people to arrest him and lock him up in a detention center for ten days or half a month."

"Once he's served his time in prison and comes out, his reputation will be completely ruined, and there will be a criminal record on his file. Who would believe a convict then?"

"By then, he won't even be able to get a decent job, let alone go to university!"

Zhao Youcai said this casually, but Zhao Xiaojun, who was listening outside the window, felt his head buzz again.

Is this his own father?!

That policeman, who had a bad temper since childhood and was always quick to beat and scold, but who had always taught him to abide by the law and be an upright man, is now actually colluding with Chen Jianguo!

Moreover, they can use their power to easily ruin an innocent student's life, even cutting off their escape route and driving them to their death.

Zhao Xiaojun felt increasingly distressed as he thought about it, his mouth agape, almost letting out a cry of surprise.

However, he immediately raised his hand and bit down hard on the back of his hand.

Using the pain as leverage, he swallowed back the curse that threatened to kill him.

To be honest, he wished he could rush in right now, kick open that wooden door, point his finger at his father's nose and yell at him, and then shout that he was going to expose them!

But his intuition, honed from growing up in the compound, was frantically warning him.

Given Chen Jianguo and his father's current power and influence, if they were to expose the matter openly, I definitely wouldn't be able to leave the backyard of this guesthouse tonight.

To protect this enormous secret, the old man would absolutely put aside his own family ties and lock himself in solitary confinement, even having two subordinates watch over him 24 hours a day.

As for Brother Guangming, he's nothing but a fart in their eyes!

After calming down, Zhao Xiaojun scrambled out of the alley behind the guesthouse.

Along the way, he didn't dare to breathe loudly. Like a rat that couldn't be seen in the light, he scurried to the roadside, picked up his bicycle, and started pedaling as hard as he could.

Because of excessive force, the bike chain came off with a "crack".

Zhao Xiaojun became so anxious that he started cursing.

He squatted down and grabbed the chain, which was covered in black oil, with his bare hands, frantically trying to put it on the gears. His hands were covered in black soot, but he finally managed to hook the chain on.

And so, the summer night wind whipped at his face as Zhao Xiaojun rode his bike, tears and snot mingling with sweat streaming down his face. The wind was chilling to the bone.

On one side is his biological father who gave him life and raised him. No matter how much of a scoundrel or how many illegal and disorderly people he is, he is still the father who feeds him and protects him.

As long as the old man is in power, I can benefit from his good fortune and live a life of luxury, right?

On the other side was Liu Guangming.

That childhood friend of mine, the brother I admire!

"Hold!"

Zhao Xiaojun slammed on the brakes, leaving a long black mark on the road with his bicycle tires, and stopped at the crossroads in the center of the county town.

He was supporting himself on one leg, panting heavily.

The sixty-odd yuan in his pocket was heavy, digging painfully into his thigh.

Blood ties? A bright future?

go......

Fuck it!

"Old man, you'll be punished by heaven sooner or later for doing such a despicable thing."

"In that case, your son is truly sorry for today!"

Zhao Xiaojun fiercely wiped away the tears and grease from his face, gripped the handlebars tightly with both hands, and continued speeding toward the cotton mill workers' dormitory area where Sister Liu Guangming lived.

at this time.

In the courtyard of the workers' dormitory at the cotton mill.

The eldest sister, Liu Cuihua, and her husband, Zhou Dehou, had already gone to bed.

The room was lit only by a dim light bulb, and there was a large porcelain bowl on the table, which was the food that his older sister had specially left for him.

Liu Guangming had just finished his meal, and his stomach felt warm and cozy.

Next, I had to deal with my body, which was soaked and stale from running around the train station all day.

He walked to the well in the corner of the yard, skillfully pressed the handle a few times, and the cool well water gurgled into the plastic bucket.

Then, Liu Guangming took off his shirt, picked up a bucket, raised it above his head, and poured a bucket of water over his head and toes.

"call--"

Liu Guangming let out a long, comfortable breath and wiped the water droplets off his face haphazardly with his hand.

Just as he was about to fetch more water, a screeching sound of brakes suddenly came from outside the yard.

Liu Guangming frowned, grabbed the towel, and turned his head. He heard a series of heavy, frightening breaths, and a stumbling black figure rushed in from outside the door.

By the dim light under the eaves, Liu Guangming recognized the person who had come in and was immediately stunned.

Zhao Xiaojun in front of me looked as if he had just been pulled out of a mud puddle.

His hair was a mess, stuck to his forehead, two buttons on his shirt were popped open, and his face was covered in black grease, mud, and grass clippings.

The most frightening thing was those eyes, which were as red as if they had conjunctivitis, covered with frightening blood vessels, and there were still traces of muddy water hanging at the corners of their eyes.

Liu Guangming's heart skipped a beat.

What happened?

Could it be that Chen Defu was so angry that he had someone put a sack over the kid and beat him up?

Or did Zhao Youcai discover that his son was involved in reselling watermelons with him, and then beat him with a belt at home?

He quickly asked:

"Xiao Jun? Why are you here so late at night, instead of washing up and going to bed? You're all dressed like this..."