The Turning Gears of Fate Chapter 3

Look how you deceive people.

Oscar Lin didn't say anything, just smiled, looked at the liar again, and turned back.

"Go on," said the fool.

The liar didn't make a sound, but Oscar Lin could feel the eyes behind him.

When it comes to deceiving people, the main deceiver certainly doesn't want anyone other than the main deceiver to be present, but he doesn't plan to leave either. He really wants to hear the follow-up.

"Go on," the fool said, and after a pause he added in a low voice, "What do you care about that person? Just let him listen if you want...Don't worry, I won't tell you if you're not sure. come out."

"Don't!" The liar suddenly raised his voice, "You'd better say it."

Oscar Lin lowered his head and laughed twice.

"I first fell in love last year, right?" the liar asked.

"...Yes." There was surprise in the fool's voice.

"Have you ever been in love?" The liar's assistant was also surprised, "And there is such a blind girl?"

"What do you mean," the fool was unconvinced, "Why can't someone like me? And isn't it bad for you to judge people by their appearance? Besides, no one likes Brother Chicken when he is so handsome..."

"Shut up if you don't know how to speak." The liar said, then paused and added, "If you don't change your title in the next sentence, I will help you figure out where your teeth will fall tonight."

The assistant choked with laughter.

Oscar Lin held back his laughter.

"What do you want him to show you? Ask him quickly." the assistant said happily.

"I just want to ask, when will I fall in love next time?" said the fool.

"You can't tell." said the liar.

"Why?" the fool asked, "Can I just make this up?"

"Who are you? I made up a story to make you happy." The liar was very disdainful, and after a two-second pause, he added another blow, "I can't tell when you will fall in love again, but I can tell you in two years." There is no love within."

"Holy shit." The fool said sadly, "Is it true?"

"If you believe it, it is true." The assistant said earnestly, "Just wait for two years to verify...if you can still find us in two years."

Oscar Lin laughed silently for a while and did not listen to the subsequent conversation. The liar no longer continued to fool him. It was meaningless to just listen to the fool being depressed.

He still has a pile of study materials waiting for him in his mind.

He pushed Brother Chicken out of his mind.

After Chen Laosi left, Jude Liu kept wanting to get up and leave. Dadong and the others were adjusting speakers in the open space over several flower beds, and he wanted to go over and play.

But Milo Ding had no intention of moving, so he could only sit still, only turning his head to look over there from time to time.

"Go there by yourself, don't stay here with me," Milo Ding said, "Just don't tell them I'm here, I want to sit down for a while."

"Okay," Jude Liu jumped up immediately, but quickly sat back beside him, looked at the man in front of him who had been in a daze and said in a low voice, "Is that man okay?"

"What problems can a top student who is hurt by love have?" Milo Ding said.

Jude Liu stared at him for a while: "You are so damn evil."

"Let's go, let's go." Milo Ding waved to him.

Jude Liu jumped down the steps and ran towards Dadong and the others.

Milo Ding stared at the back of the head of the man in front of him for a while. The man seemed to be in a trance and hadn't moved for almost ten minutes.

He hesitated for a moment, looked around, pinched a small piece of cement slag that had broken off from somewhere, glanced at the steps to the right of the man, and then bounced over.

He often throws things into the trash can from a distance, and he can usually get in. He is very confident in his accuracy.

But the cement slag broke into two small pieces the moment it was popped out.

A small piece landed at its original location, on the steps to the right of the man.

Another small piece landed on the man's head.

And it didn't pop up.

Just like that, it stopped peacefully above the head.

Oscar Lin raised his hand and touched his head.

When he saw the small cement in his hand, he was stunned, and then turned his head.

The three people behind him didn't know when there was only one left. The liar named Chicken Brother was looking at him.

Oscar Lin didn't feel anything about this provocation. He just flicked the small cement lump back to Brother Ji's hand and asked again: "Is something wrong?"

"It's okay," Brother Ji lowered his head and looked at the cement in his hand, "I'm sure it's accurate."

Oscar Lin's review train of thought had been disrupted, so he did not turn around to continue, but still looked at him: "Is there a charge?"

"What?" Brother Ji frowned.

"Just...fortune telling," Oscar Lin said, "How much does it cost?"

I don't know what kind of charlatan Brother Chicken is, but when he heard the words "how much", his face suddenly changed: "What did you say?"

Oscar Lin looked at him without saying a word.

"Do you know who I am?" He pointed at himself again.

Oscar Lin thought for a few seconds and cleared his throat: "Is it...Brother Ji?"

Brother Ji was stunned at first, and opened his mouth without saying anything for a long time. After a while, he suddenly became happy: "If you were someone else, you would have died here, you know."

Oscar Lin curled his lips and suppressed a smile.

"Those who don't know are not guilty. It's okay to laugh." Brother Ji moved down a step, sat behind him, and stretched out his hand. His tone was very kind, but the content was very fierce, "My name is Milo Ding, Guangfeng Ji." Yue Ji, just call your name. If you call it wrong again, I will draw you the most shining electric top tonight. "

Brother Ji...

Oscar Lin did not answer his harsh words, shook hands with him, and returned to the previous topic: "So there is no charge, right?"

"No charge!" Milo Ding looked impatient, "What do you want to do?"

"Help me do the math?" Oscar Lin stretched out his left hand in front of him.

"It doesn't count." Milo Ding said.

"Aren't you going to help strangers?" Oscar Lin smiled.

Milo Ding narrowed his eyes and looked at him without making a sound.

"It's hard to be confused if you're not familiar with it?" Oscar Lin said.

"You're lovelorn," Milo Ding swatted his hand away and looked at him, "it'll be within a week."

Oscar Lin also looked at him.

"Are you right?" Milo Ding asked.

"Half right." Oscar Lin answered honestly.

"The secret love failed." Milo Ding said.

"Yeah." Oscar Lin nodded, "Can you cover it up without looking at your hands?"

"You said you were covered, why are you looking at your hands?" Milo Ding curled his lips disdainfully, "Do you still listen?"

"I won't listen anymore." Oscar Lin answered simply.

He really didn't have anything to ask. He would find the answer to what he wanted to know by himself. He didn't need a stranger to tell him, and he couldn't verify the authenticity.

If you really have anything to ask, it's just a matter of chatting with Milo Ding for a few more words.

But it's getting late, so I'm rushing back to school. I'll be back at school just in time for my self-study classes, so I can't buy a barbecue.

A little disappointed.

Milo Ding stayed in the small park until almost 11 o'clock, and there was no one around before he jumped down the steps.

Today was not the weekend, and there was no audience for Dadong's singing, so Jude Liu changed places with them.

I just sent him a message to tell him.

When Milo Ding looked over there, everyone was gone.

He stretched and it was time to go back. Dad was probably still at grandma's house, but if he didn't go back now, his grandparents would be anxious.

But when he got home, he unexpectedly found that his father was gone.

There was only grandpa in the room who was still awake, holding a teapot and watching TV.

Seeing him come in, grandpa poured tea into the teacup in front of him: "Are you back?"

"Yeah." Milo Ding sat next to him, took the tea, drank it in one gulp, and leaned back on the sofa.

"You didn't expect that, did you?" Grandpa said with a smile, "Do you regret not coming back earlier?"

"What do you regret? I don't want to go back to the game." Milo Ding said.

"I persuaded your dad to go back." Grandpa patted his leg, "You haven't been to school for two days, right? You have to go to class tomorrow, and go home directly after school. Don't worry about it before the exam, and study hard."

Milo Ding said nothing.

"Your parents don't want to take care of you," Grandpa said, "but after all, you are such a smart kid, and you can't study..."

"Don't talk nonsense," Milo Ding interrupted his grandfather, "You're really smart not to be like this."

"After all, you are such an idiot," Grandpa changed his words without thinking at all, "Why don't you review with peace of mind."

Milo Ding laughed and sighed: "Okay, stop going back and forth, drink your tea, I'm going to bed."

He definitely has to go to school. He hasn't picked up the new papers issued this week.

And I went quite early, and when I arrived at school, the school gate wasn't even open yet.

Milo Ding frowned and took out his phone to take a look. He was still a little confused from not waking up, but all of it was gone.

"Holy shit?" he said in shock as he stood by the window of the guard room.

"What, did you see the wrong time?" The doorman leaned towards the window and asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Milo Ding was a little discouraged and adjusted the clock on his phone's screen saver back to digital.

Is this called smart? You can even read an analog watch wrong.

"Have you had breakfast?" the uncle asked.

"Eat." Milo Ding replied in a muffled voice.

"Come in," the uncle opened the door, "many of you senior students who live on campus are getting up and going to the classroom right now."

"Okay, uncle," Milo Ding looked at him. This uncle had only been on the job for two months, "How could you tell that I'm a senior in high school?"

"I know you, Ding Qi," the uncle said. "There is a photo of you in the window on the bulletin board."

Being called by the wrong name doesn't make Milo Ding feel good. He has had many names since elementary school, such as Ding Qi, Ding Yuqi, Ding Wen, Ding, etc. There are even blind people who call him Ding Lin.

He smiled at the uncle and entered the gate.

The last three rows of the classroom are a wonderful space.

Even in a school like No. 3 Middle School, which is always at the forefront of the enrollment rate among its affiliated middle schools, the bottom three rows still have their own charm.

For example, at this moment, Milo Ding's classmate Micah Shi was putting a piece of cake on the table and cutting it into small pieces with a knife.

Cut it repeatedly, and it seems that the goal is to cut it until it is one centimeter in diameter.

In fact, this size is very difficult to achieve, and the cake is almost broken before then.

Anxiety.

Teacher He said.

There are always a few people in the back row who refuse to change seats, so anxiety usually accumulates heavily in the back row and can be seen from left to right.

I don't want to worry about the one on the left chewing his nails for the time being.

"Ask you a question." Milo Ding took out a physics problem set from his school bag.

"Yeah." Micah Shi nodded.

Milo Ding chose a simple question: "Tell me about this question."

Micah Shi regained a little energy, and after explaining the question to him, he ate the cake on the table.

Milo Ding had no intention of helping him. He just heard that there was a man in No. 8 Middle School who went crazy and slashed his deskmate seven or eight times before the exam.

Micah Shi is a rectangular strong man with a height and weight of 196.

This is self-help.

Every day is the same length of time, but the length of time you feel is different.

For example, today, when he was still at school, time passed very quickly, because he had to go back to his "own home" in the evening. If time had legs, he could pounce on it and grab it and give it a discount.

In fact, he was still living on campus last semester and was quite comfortable. However, his father felt that he was getting too comfortable and forced him to leave the dormitory and go home.

Most of the time, as soon as I open the door of my house, I can smell the delicious food and see my parents’ smiles, which is great.

Just uncomfortable.

Milo Ding spent too little time with them, and Bungyibeng could barely be considered a familiar stranger. Especially in the past two years, they couldn't even be called familiar.

We may see each other once during the Chinese New Year, but the younger the child, the harder it is to keep their memory fresh. The next time we see each other, they will have long forgotten it.

"You're back," my mother shouted in the restaurant, then turned to call to the aunt who was cooking, "Sister Liu, put the dishes on the table."

Milo Ding threw his schoolbag on the sofa and went to wash his hands.

The dishes on the table are all his favorites, including scrambled eggs with tomatoes, five-flavor duck, steamed meatloaf and pork ribs soup. Every time he comes home, these are the main dishes, plus one or two other dishes for rotation. With.

This menu has not changed for probably two or three years. After my parents returned to China, I asked my grandma about some of his favorite dishes.

Milo Ding sometimes couldn't understand their brain circuits.

Even if he likes to eat, after two or three years, he will almost vomit after eating.

But when asked what dish he likes to eat, he can't tell.

He is not picky about food and has no dietary restrictions.

For him, there is no special dish that he likes to eat that can improve his relationship. He is just used to eating the dishes cooked by his grandma.

"Is it delicious?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, it's delicious." Milo Ding nodded.

"Go to school today?" Dad asked.

"Gone." Milo Ding replied, burying his head in eating. From the corner of his eye, he saw both of them heaving a sigh of relief at the same time.

"You still have to hurry up," Dad said, "I called your teacher He. You have been absent from too many classes during this period, and your test scores have been declining..."

"Yeah." Milo Ding responded cooperatively, wanting to interrupt him with such a positive attitude.

But it didn't work.

"You have been smart since you were a child," Dad continued, "You have always been recognized as a smart child...Of course, your current grades are not bad compared to others, but you can obviously be better, you..."

Milo Ding scooped two spoonfuls of scrambled eggs with tomatoes into a bowl, mixed the rice, lowered his head to finish the rice in a few mouthfuls, and stood up as soon as the bowl was put down.

"Where to go?" Mom looked at him.

"Review." Milo Ding walked to the sofa and picked up his schoolbag.

"You're in mood again." Dad said.

"You should wait until the children finish eating," Sister Liu sighed, "We don't talk about the children at the dinner table, because they won't be able to eat well."

"He can only listen to us say a few words while eating," my mother sighed, "Grandpa and grandma are not as nagging as us. What happened to this child in the end..."

The moment Milo Ding walked into the house and closed the door, he suddenly tightened the force, and the door slammed shut with a clang.

He stood behind the door for a while, then sat down at the desk.

He had been a little slack recently, so he rubbed his belly. He had eaten too quickly and was a little full.

However, slacking off is normal. After a while, he will feel too tired and have no energy to do anything except play.

So his grades have been ups and downs.

He lacks perseverance, concentration, and efficient learning methods.

I don't want to change yet.

To sum up, he doesn't think he is very smart, and he hates people calling him smart. He doesn't deserve the word smart at all.

...review it.

He took out a set of comprehensive science simulation questions from his schoolbag, lay down on the table, and started working on the questions with his arms pillowed on his head.

"You didn't even eat in the cafeteria today?" Elliott Chen looked at Oscar Lin, "You are getting more and more wild."

"I have a bit of a headache," Oscar Lin pressed his temple, "I'm going to go out for a walk and eat something good by the way."

"Remember to bring it back." Elliott Chen immediately confessed.

"I might go back early today," Oscar Lin said, "I won't bring the barbecue."

"We freeloaders don't pay so much attention, as long as we have something to eat," Elliott Chen said.

Oscar Lin smiled.

When he went to the small park a few days ago, he saw a cute store across the street called "Dogs Are Coming". He was too lazy to cross the street, so he didn't go.

He planned to take a stroll over there today to see if there might be something delicious to eat, and his head would not hurt after eating it.

There might even be dogs to pet.

Oscar Lin went to the small park with great expectations.

The dogs are coming.

It's a small cafe.

There are indeed dogs, three in tandem, with small signs hanging around their necks, wandering, straying, dogs.

But that's not the point. The point is that all the tables in the store are single tables with a chair.

There is writing on the table---Hi, single.

But the photos plastered on the wall are all of two people, sweet couple photos.

Oscar Lin felt that he had been hit hard and turned around and left without even picking up the dog.

My head is pounding and hurting.

Oscar Lin bought a box of painkillers at a drugstore next to the small square. When he was crossing the square to buy a bottle of water and take medicine at the supermarket opposite, he saw the chicken on the steps...Milo Ding.

"What a coincidence?" Milo Ding raised his left eyebrow.

Today, there was no deception assistant next to Milo Ding, and no fool came to his door, he was the only one.

"Didn't you calculate whether I would come?" Oscar Lin's head still hurt and he didn't stop.

"No," Milo Ding looked at him, "If I want to forget it, I'll bring you a bottle of water."

Oscar Lin glanced at him and stopped.

"Headache?" Milo Ding asked, with a smile on his face, a little proud.

Oscar Lin said nothing and looked back at the direction he came from.

"I have water here," Milo Ding took out a large glass bottle from behind, "but I just drank it..."

"Let me guess." Oscar Lin said.

"Huh?" Milo Ding was stunned.

"You saw it when I left last time. I was probably going back to my residence at that time, which means the direction I live is..." He pointed behind Milo Ding, "over there."

Milo Ding held the big glass bottle and said nothing.

"But today I came from the opposite direction. I pressed my temples about three times when I came here. It might be a headache, and it's quite serious." Oscar Lin rubbed his temples again, "So I might buy some medicine to relieve the pain, little one." There is only one pharmacy around the square...If you didn't see me coming, you probably wouldn't have figured it out. "

Milo Ding still said nothing and looked at him.

"Actually, to be on the safe side, it's more appropriate to ask if you have a headache first. After all, I can ask the people at the pharmacy for a glass of water to take the medicine." Oscar Lin thought for a while, "But it's more effective to talk about water first. Anyway, If you make a mistake, you still have a headache. Even if you have a headache, it's okay. I don't know you. "

"Your uncle." Milo Ding said.

"Did you guess it right?" Oscar Lin asked.

"That's right." Milo Ding said.

"Water." Oscar Lin stretched out his hand.

Milo Ding handed him the large glass bottle in his hand.