But.
No matter how wild a person is, once he has a weakness, it will be his fatal weapon.
"Okay, let's start with Ningcheng No. 1 Middle School. There are thousands of people in No. 1 Middle School. I believe that before tomorrow morning, all the teachers and students in No. 1 Middle School will know that Jiang Beize likes his brother, hahaha!"
"If you want to die, I can send you to see the Lord of Hell right now!"
After saying that, Song Nanye quickly raised his foot and kicked Huang Mao to the ground. Then he bent one leg and stepped over, condescendingly picked up Huang Mao's collar, and raised his fist again.
Huang Mao was not afraid this time, and kept laughing until tears came out.
"Hahahaha, do you really care about that pretty boy? Are you so afraid that his secret will be leaked?"
"What do you want?! Tell me!"
"I can just pretend that I didn't see anything without telling anyone, provided that-"
There was a pause.
Huang Mao suppressed the smile on his lips.
"Now you ask me to punch you ten times and you don't fight back!"
“…”
Song Nanye said nothing.
He lay on the grass beside him as if he were dead, with his arms and legs spread out, his eyes calm and unruffled.
"Tsk tsk, Song Nanye, you look like a dog when you compromise for a boy now!"
Condescendingly, Huang Mao spat hard in his face.
Song Nanye remained motionless, with no expression of fear or cowardice on his face.
The clouds in the distant sky drifted over, covering the sun. He looked into the distance quietly, as if he was admiring the weather casually, until Huang Mao punched his cheekbone.
Bang bang bang!
The three retaliatory punches were all aimed at Song Nanye's face.
Song Nanye remained silent and didn't even frown, as if he didn't feel any pain.
He was still staring at the sky above his head, which was clear and white with white clouds and a lonely bird singing.
"Okay, you don't feel any pain, do you?"
Huang Mao grabbed the wooden stick on the side and swung it hard against his stomach.
A hard blow!
Song Nanye finally frowned, covered his stomach with his body's instinct, and turned over subconsciously.
Huang Mao hit his back several times, and heard the sound of bones breaking. After counting ten times, he kept his promise and let go.
Everything was silent.
Song Nanye got up from the ground with difficulty. His face was covered with blood and bruises, and his eyes were swollen. His original appearance was almost invisible. When he bent down, the blood on his forehead dropped drop by drop on the ground, staining it red. A patch of green on the ground.
He took a deep breath, finally straightened up, and pointed at Huang Mao's face.
Poker face.
"You'd better be trustworthy, otherwise you'll end up dying miserably!"
"Haha, don't worry, I'm not a renegade like you!"
After saying that, Huang Mao left, with his hands in his pockets and walking very briskly.
Song Nanye walked back step by step.
His vision became blurry, and people around him pointed at him. He couldn't hear the sounds, nor could he see the people. There was a buzzing in his ears, and he felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier. He was so tired and wanted to sleep. Sleep.
"master!!!"
A heart-rending cry came from the front, a sound that was familiar to him.
Maybe he was hallucinating.
The next second, his body couldn't hold up and fell forward, falling straight into a clean embrace.
Jiang Beize hugged him, his eyes full of fear and his hands trembling.
"Master... why do you bleed so much?!"
“…”
Song Nanye said nothing, took out the notebook from his pocket, and stuffed it into Jiang Beize's arms angrily.
(End of chapter)