Chapter 1125: Non-Smoker and Door-to-Door

"Do you smoke?"

Several young people sat on the railing by the basketball court. They had just finished a game of basketball. Nineteen-year-old Kant had a very healthy body, and his height was not low, reaching nearly 1.9 meters.

Everyone who knew him firmly believed that he would grow a few more centimeters by the time he was twenty, perhaps growing to over 1.9 meters!

The Blue Port University he attended invited him to join because of his height and basketball skills—full scholarship, plus various bonuses and subsidies for games.

Just as a freshman, he had already achieved goals that some people would find hard to achieve in their lifetime.

Even some scouts from professional teams began to notice him.

Of course, this doesn't mean he can enter a professional team to play now, but this is good news, a good phenomenon, which means his life has more possibilities.

Kant waved his hand. "Thank you for the invitation, but I don't smoke."

Beside him were his teammates and his classmates. They were not as outstanding as him. These students were not specially recruited into the university because of their sports specialties.

They were more like participants in the university basketball sports club. They could talk to Kant, play together, and play basketball together.

The real school team was not training here, and Kant had not yet proven himself in the school team, but the coach said that he would be given an opportunity soon.

This year's university basketball league would consider arranging for him to start. The old batch of players had graduated, and the team had some vacancies and opportunities.

Not smoking was his self-requirement to maintain his competitive state. Although he knew that some students in the school team also smoked, he didn't.

"You missed the most important part of life.", his friend lit the cigarette in his mouth, feeling that this guy Kant was a bit pretentious.

However, he didn't say it, nor did he show it. Being able to play with people from the school team was in itself a remarkable thing for many people.

If Kant could really enter the federal professional basketball league, perhaps they could also mix some benefits by relying on their relationship with Kant.

Kant was sometimes curious about what it felt like to smoke, but he had strong self-restraint. He knew that this thing would ruin his future, so he firmly didn't touch it.

The young bodies on the basketball court kept colliding, sweat kept waving, and just looking at these people, his face showed quite a few smiles.

This was the sport he loved, and it was his future.

After resting for a while, one of his friends asked, "Want to play another game?"

Kant looked at his watch. He shook his head. "No, I have other things to do tonight."

His friends immediately began to tease him. "Are you going out on a date with our cheerleader?"

Kant had won the hearts of many girls because of his tall and handsome appearance, not to mention the full scholarship, game bonuses, and the favor of scouts from professional teams.

University students who could go to university, if they were not from families with particularly good conditions, had already seen the importance of money in this society.

University tuition was not a small sum. In this school, many people sold blood to pay for part of their tuition, or used it to buy some things they needed.

Kant had also sold blood. His original family was not enough to support him in university, but his sports talent gave him this opportunity.

In order not to be overly inferior because of his family when facing those classmates with good family conditions in university, he sold blood twice before being admitted to the university.

The money from selling blood was used to set up his current appearance. These things... could be said to be part of vanity, but they were indeed very useful, making him at least not unable to speak when facing those classmates with good family conditions.

Fortunately, everything was on the right track. From this semester, he would have bonuses ranging from five dollars to twenty dollars for every game. If he did well, he could earn fifty or sixty dollars or more a month!

Like when the schedule was dense, there might be two or three, three or four games a week. The monthly income might be over a hundred, one hundred and something, or more!

A beautiful life was beckoning to him. If he could enter the federal professional basketball league, then he would never worry about money again.

At this moment, facing his friends' teasing, he was very natural. Perhaps it was because the bright future became his confidence at this moment. He draped his clothes over his shoulders, tilted his head, and shrugged. "You all guessed it, yet you still ask me?"

"Shit!"

His friends laughed and scolded.

"Let this damn guy who shows off love get out!"

"I really can't stand him!"

Kant smiled and said goodbye to them, then left.

His girlfriend was very beautiful, and her figure was also very good. He actually knew very well that his girlfriend might not really love him. More likely, it was a kind of "stamp collecting" common among university girls.

Feeling that being able to fall in love with him or even sleep with him was a very fashionable thing that reflected her charm. As for whether there was true affection, no one could say for sure.

Kant didn't care much either. After all, for him, he only needed flesh. Heavy training and strict self-discipline kept his nerves tense every day. He needed a way to vent, otherwise he would go crazy.

And sex was the best way to vent for young people.

He needed her, just as she needed him—physically, mentally, not emotionally.

Thinking that there would be a fierce battle tonight, Kant felt very excited. He and his girlfriend had an appointment in a small hotel outside the school.

Federal young people are experiencing some waves of ideological liberation, but this does not mean that the school side will be so radical.

They have not yet allowed the situation of men and women living together, which means Kant and his girlfriend cannot solve the problem in the boys' dormitory or the girls' dormitory. They must go outside.

There are many such small hotels outside Blue Port University, specifically providing young people to solve their physiological problems, and the price is not expensive.

As long as fifty cents, you can get a full night's time. This is too cost-effective!

When Kant entered this small hotel he often came to, he glanced at the luxury cars on the side of the road with some surprise. After getting the room key, he didn't go to the room immediately, but stood by the corridor and observed those luxury cars.

"Do you also like cars?", a young man who was also familiar to him, should have seen a few times, but had not talked to, stood beside him. His gaze also locked on those luxury cars.

For the conversation of strangers, if they were those older people, they would become very vigilant. In the past, being talked to by strangers was not a good thing.

But now young people seem to be becoming "stupid." They seem to be full of kindness to everything, and are also willing to believe that everything is full of kindness to them.

Kant nodded. "No one can not like these beautiful cars!"

The guy who talked to him quite agreed with his point of view. "The cheapest of these cars costs seven or eight thousand. We can only look at them from the side of the road or magazines in our lifetime."

Kant smiled and didn't say anything, but he was proud inside, because he could afford it.

As long as he could enter the professional basketball league, with the income of a professional basketball player of more than 100,000, 200,000 or 300,000 a year, buying a car of 8,000, isn't this a matter of course?

If his luck was good, the income might be higher, but he wouldn't say these things to a stranger. He had his own pride, and he hid his pride in a place only he could see.

"Yes, I hope that one day, we can also have our own cars, even if they are not like this."

The two young people smiled at each other, and then separated. Kant came to his room, took a simple shower, and applied deodorant to some places where the smell was relatively strong.

As an athlete, the smell on his body was very pungent. He was still young, and his hormones were secreted vigorously, making his body like a machine that produced odors, continuously emitting those unpleasant smells.

He specifically applied more on his little brother, his girlfriend didn't want to feel that unpleasant smell when giving him an excellent blowjob.

Next, it was a long wait.

The cheerleading squad was also rehearsing now. For the upcoming university basketball league, they needed to show the beautiful scenery of Blue Port University during the halftime.

I don't know how long he waited. Maybe because the training and playing in the afternoon were too tired, he lay on the bed and fiddled with his little brother and fell asleep without knowing it.

The suddenly ringing knock on the door woke him up. He raised his arm to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and then remembered what he was doing here.

He walked to the door and opened it. "You are too late..."

A few minutes later, someone saw a big guy being helped away by several people from the small hotel. The boss didn't interfere too much with this kind of thing. He was not the kind of person who looked for trouble.

Kant sat in the luxury car he liked as he wished, but he was a bit reluctant.

During the few days of being kidnapped, some tissues were cut off from his body, on his neck. The initial panic gradually faded, and only confusion remained.

He was locked in a small room. There was only a bed inside. Someone would send food every day, but whether he ate it or not, as long as the time was up, the tray containing the food would be taken away.

It must be said that the food was very hearty, but what he wanted was not these. He wanted to leave.

I don't know how long had passed in this room. Suddenly, a small window on the door was opened, revealing a pair of somewhat gloomy eyes.

A pair of gray eyes, that guy stared at him through the small window. "Do you smoke?"

Kant swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Nervousness made him stand up subconsciously. He wiped his trouser legs with his palms a bit helplessly. "No, sir."

"I don't smoke."

In the ward, Fran's confidant put down the receiver and walked to Fran's side. "He doesn't smoke."

Fran nodded. "Then this person."

The doctor nodded. "I heard he is an athlete?"

"His physical condition is very good. Are you planning to quit smoking?"

He felt that Fran wanted a lung that didn't smoke, maybe he wanted to quit smoking completely, but Fran wasn't thinking about this.

"If this surgery can be successful, does it mean that I can change the second one, the third one in the future?"

The doctor was a bit unable to turn around by his question, but soon knew what he meant.

The doctor nodded. "As long as your body supports you to do so, then you can, but Mr. Fran, I don't suggest you do so."

"You are already very old. Ten years later, twenty years later, you don't necessarily have the conditions for surgery."

"And...", he said and laughed, "This healthy lung can let you use it for a long time."

He originally wanted to say it could "be used until you leave this world," but considering he had to take care of the patient's emotions, he didn't say so.

Fran nodded slightly. "That would be great. I don't want to quit smoking at all."

He glanced at his confidant beside him. "Arrange it as soon as possible."

His confidant returned to the phone and said a few words in a low voice, then hung up the phone.

In an unknown dungeon somewhere in the city, Kant was still confused about why the guy outside the door asked him if he smoked.

Before he had figured out this question, a series of gunshots suddenly came from around, very dense, erupted very urgently, and disappeared very quickly. In just that instant, there was no sound, quiet and terrible.

He was shaken by the fright and kept shaking, and hurriedly ran to the corner, peeing everywhere at the toilet.

The door of the room opened, and he looked back at the few people who came in with a terrified look while covering his little brother and peeing everywhere.

"Congratulations, you have been selected."

The smell of rust and blood outside the door made him want to sneeze. He was pressed on the bed, the needle tube pierced into his skin, and as the medicine was pushed into his vein, he almost didn't struggle at all, and soon completely lost consciousness.

A few minutes later, after disinfection and packaging, he was sent to a non-public surgery in the hospital.

Fran was also lying here. He looked at the young and strong body on the bed next to him, his eyes filled with greed and desire. "I read the newspaper last time. It said that you can change brains in the future, is it true?"

The doctor who was doing preoperative preparation curled his lips. "Theoretically speaking, there is no problem with this statement, but in fact, it does not have operability."

"Human nerves are very complex. After cutting them off, we have no way to fully recover them. However, someone proposed a new theory: brain transplantation together with the spine."

"As for whether it is useful, no one knows. Our generation cannot enjoy it. Perhaps the next generation, the next next generation, mankind always has the opportunity to realize what you are thinking now."

"Don't move now, we are going to draw lines for you."

Fran lay naked on the operating table. He didn't have any embarrassment or shyness. The doctors wrote and drew on his chest with pens because they had to open the chest, open the chest in a larger area, so they must consider the traces of the last surgery.

As these preparations were almost done, the doctor came to his side with an injection. "Are you ready to welcome a new life?"

"Mr. Fran?"

Fran took a deep breath. It was a bit painful. He nodded with a serious expression. "Yes, I am ready."

Accompanied by a slight stinging pain, the medicine entered the vein. It only took ten seconds, and he began to be unable to concentrate, and soon lost consciousness.

Several doctors looked at each other for a while, and then began to get busy.

The light in the operating room also lit up.

This is not an illegal surgery; it is just a bit not very legal, but it is not illegal, otherwise the hospital would not take this job.

Organ transplant technology cannot be said to be completely mature, but relatively, it has already matured. Many doctors have already come into contact with more detailed learning, on animals, and even on the bodies of dying patients.

For them, they don't care what the situation of this donor is. They just want to accumulate experience through this surgery and accumulate for the full opening of transplant surgery.

At the same time, Bob had already arrived outside the operating room. He looked at the light in the operating room and wanted to knock on the door several times, but finally held back.

The news from New Jincheng is not very good. Lansi was attacked, but he was not injured. What is more troublesome is that there were other big shots in the car.

Originally, the attack on Lansi had become "malice" toward the Ministry of National Defense. Those big shots couldn't contact Fran, and had already bypassed Fran to contact him.

It wasn't to care about how he got through this crisis, but a scolding.

The mayor also called him, not giving him any opportunity to explain and speak at all. All kinds of unpleasant sentences asking about his whole family sprayed out from the receiver.

This also made Bob realize that he might have caused big trouble.

It happened that Fran went in for surgery at this time, and there was no way to stop it, so he could only wait anxiously.

He had never hoped so much as at this moment that Fran could come out from inside healthy and conscious! 【1

At the same time, the sky had turned completely dark, and the thing the New Jincheng Police Department Chief was most worried about was constantly playing out—

A police officer who participated in the "operation" today had just finished dinner—a cheap dinner, minced beef from the supermarket that was on clearance that evening stir-fried with eggs, then added some ketchup, plus a vegetable salad and bread.

He had just prepared to rest when someone came to knock on the door. He had to move his butt and come to the door. "Who's there?"

"Is it... Mr. 【Name】?"

"I am a lawyer. Entrusted by my client, I would like to talk to you."

The profession of lawyer still has a certain authority in the Federation. The officer tucked the holster hanging by the door into his pants pocket and then opened the door.

Outside the door, two elite individuals with a certain law firm's badge pinned to their chests stood there. Just by standing there, a very special aura rushed toward him.

This made the officer a bit restrained. "I don't seem to have caused any trouble recently."

The lawyer standing in front smiled and said, "We are not here to cause you trouble, sir. On the contrary, we are here to bring you some benefits."

"Do you mind coming out and chatting with us?"

(End of chapter)