Hope You’ve Been Well

Chapter 24: Do you have a lot of money?

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The teacher who stared at the class ran out of the classroom first, and the naughty boys in each class couldn't hold back, and rushed to the corridor to find the source of the sound. In less than half a minute, as the inexplicable shouting grew louder, almost all the students in the entire science building ran out to watch.

Zhuang Fan felt a pain in his knees, he was dragged out of the classroom by Qi Nan and the monitor, squeezed by the window in the corridor and looked out. Qi Nan grabbed the window frame and made a bold guess: "There won't be any gangsters breaking into the school, right?"

The squad leader said: "Next to it is the street police station. What are the gangsters planning?"

With the chatter in his ear, Zhuang Fan's heart was caught in the middle and he didn't make a sound. He tried his best to look forward to it, and found that some students on the first floor ran out to watch the fun, but they all went to the west side of the teaching building.

He pointed: "Is the sound coming from the west?"

"It seems to be." Qi Nan agreed, suddenly feeling that something was not right, "Uh, the west will not be..."

The three of them looked at each other, the small corner was to the west, could there be a hero looking for revenge on the basketball team? The squad leader was so frightened that he hurried to order someone, and he was relieved to make sure that all the boys in the class were present.

"Wow! Look!" Qi Nan pointed to the distance, four or five campus policemen were rushing to the scene of the crime, led by the director of discipline, Lao Feng. Zhuang Fanxin opened his mouth, and the campus police were dispatched. What happened

In that corner, Gu Zhuoyan had been besieging the other five with his back to the exit, three of them had fallen down, and it was too dark to see the specific injuries.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, one of them gasped heavily: "The campus police are coming..."

Gu Zhuoyan said, "Then let's move quickly."

"Damn..." The man raised his hands slightly, begging for peace, "No one will be able to run away when the director comes over... I'll have to make a note then..."

Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'm fine."

As he said that, he swung his right fist up close, and the movement really became faster. Then he grabbed the opponent's arm and folded it backwards, and slapped him two inches below the neck three times in a row. The other party yelled twice, and then his body softened and he fell down and couldn't move.

Gu Zhuoyan's movements have tricks and styles, as if he had practiced, if he hadn't practiced, he wouldn't dare to block a few people to duel. The last person was still stuck at the base of the wall, groaning, leaning against the wall in the darkness, not knowing where to go. Gu Zhuoyan's hands were sore, he walked over with a flick of his wrist, and asked, "What's on the wall?"

The man replied: "Smoking is harmful to health..."

Gu Zhuoyan said, "Do you still smoke? Aren't you afraid of getting lung cancer?" Thinking of a saying by Zhuang Xianyang, everyone has control over their own body, "Smoking is your own business, but littering destroys the environment, and you even beat yourself up. Man, do you think it's appropriate?"

The man hurriedly said: "I didn't hit that little idiot, just kidding..."

Gu Zhuoyan tore off the slogan, snapped it, and slapped it on the other's chest: "Don't make trouble with him."

The tail sound fell to the ground, but Gu Zhuoyan didn't punch him as fast as he did before. Instead, he grabbed the opponent's shoulder and pulled it.

Gu Zhuoyan didn't hide at all, and slightly tilted his head to the left side of his face, half of his face tingling with pain when his cheekbones received the punch.

"Come on," he said. After speaking, punch the inside of the opponent's elbow while kicking the calf bone, and then hook the opponent behind him when he is down.

All the five people stopped for food, and it was so dark that he couldn't see the specific virtues. Gu Zhuoyan walked to the stairs and put away his wallet and mobile phone. The party was quiet, but there was some noise outside.

Director Feng Ji arrived with a few campus policemen, followed by some students to join in the fun. Director Feng shouted, "What's the matter! Which class are they from?!"

The light of the flashlight shone in, and saw a group of five boys with bruised noses and swollen faces lying on the ground, while Gu Zhuoyan stood calmly on the side, fastening his watch buckles unhurriedly.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but Director Feng was slow for three seconds before he said, "Come to the office with me!"

Gu Zhuoyan walked out generously, like walking the dog to buy coffee, but not like being caught for violating discipline. He followed behind Director Feng, and the school police team and several students supported the basketball players on the ground. The group of people were particularly attracted when they passed the teaching building.

Zhuang Fanxin was stunned when he saw the familiar figure, Qi Nan shook his shoulders and said incredulously, "Fuck me? Gu Zhuoyan is behind Lao Feng, right?"

Zhuang Fan swallowed hard: "It's an illusion..."

He stared at the figure closely, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't care to listen to other people's heated discussions. Seeing that he was about to walk over, he clawed at the window and shouted: "—Gu Zhuoyan!"

Gu Zhuoyan followed the sound to the onlookers on the third floor, found Zhuang Fanxin's panicked little face in a head, and then waved his hand with a smile. Director Feng was so angry, what did he do? He was taken away for violating discipline, and it was like going to a commendation meeting for meritorious service!

When the other students returned to the classroom, Zhuang Fanxin was still lying on the windowsill watching, as if it had become a pendant on the windowsill. He looked at Gu Zhuoyan's back, and asked why, Gu Zhuoyan said to pick him up, but instead of coming to the classroom, he went to a small corner to fight.

But doesn't Gu Zhuoyan advocate peace of mind

It seems to be injured, is it serious? If you fight, will you be punished

In the small conference room of the office building, six students and two head teachers all sat down to prepare for the fight just now. Director Feng first looked at the basketball players on the left, with black eyes and nosebleeds, each covered in dust. Looking at the transfer student at the back, only the cheekbones were purple, and the whole body was clean. At this moment, sitting on the chair, Erlang's legs were crossed like a young master.

Director Feng was a little confused, one-to-five, it shouldn't be, so he asked Gu Zhuoyan, "Are you injured?"

Gu Zhuoyan said, "No."

Director Feng turned around and asked the other party, "How about you?"

"Director, I can't lift my arms." "Dizzy... I feel very nauseous." "The back of my neck hurts, and gold stars are always in front of my eyes..." "The legs are not very good..."

Director Feng said annoyed, "It's okay, who's going to move first?"

The five people pointed out that Gu Zhuoyan made the first move. If you do it first, the nature will be different, and the punishment will be heavier. Gu Zhuoyan denied it: "There is no monitoring there, and this problem cannot be proved."

Director Feng asked again, "Then why did you do it?"

Those five people froze immediately. Gu Zhuoyan said, "Our classmates found out that they were smoking and throwing cigarette butts. They were injured when they stopped them. I went to stop them today.

Director Feng heard this: "You guys smoke?!" Only then did he know that Zhuang Fanxin was hurt, and he blamed him for being negligent, "Mr. Xia, how is Zhuang Fanxin's situation?"

Xia Wei said: "It's not a serious problem, but it's quite wrong."

The ins and outs of this incident are very simple. After understanding, criticize and educate, and then study how to punish. Five basketball players were guilty of smoking and fighting, and they were demerited and criticized by the whole school. Gu Zhuoyan was weak in strength, had no substantial evidence of active provocation, and did not remember any demerits.

Gu Zhuoyan had no opinion, and took the initiative to ask, "Do you need to pay for medical expenses?"

Director Feng nodded: "Do you have a lot of money? Write an inspection first!"

Gu Zhuoyan said, "I want to install monitoring and lighting in small corners at my own expense, okay?"

Director Feng was annoyed to death: "You don't need to worry about it!"

The campus gradually returned to calm. Gu Zhuoyan was writing examinations in Director Feng's office. With a stack of lined paper and a carbon pen, he buried his head and wrote quickly.

Twenty minutes later, the get out of class bell rang, and someone knocked on the door between classes, which sounded very urgent. Director Feng said, "Come in."

The door opened, and someone asked, "Director, I..."

Hearing the sound, Gu Zhuoyan turned his head and saw Zhuang Fan at the door, looking at him worriedly. He smiled, knowing the other party's intention, and said, "I'm writing an inspection, it's all right."

In front of the director who dared not say anything else, Zhuang Fanxin nodded: "I'll wait for you after school."

When the door closed, Director Feng sighed and said, "Are you venting your anger on him?"

Gu Zhuoyan said with a high-sounding voice: "This is called uniting classmates."

He wrote the examination in a happy mood, and his thoughts were flowing, line after line almost never got stuck, and at the end of the office, only the sound of turning the pages was left.

The second period of evening self-study began at the end of the class, and when the school bell rang, Gu Zhuoyan just signed his name two lines apart in the text. Fourteen pages in total, three hundred words a page, and more than a thousand words.

Director Feng has seen inspections ranging from 1,000 to 800. This is nothing else but a sincere attitude. However, when he read it carefully, he found that Gu Zhuoyan's examination was quite astonishing.

First of all, it is organized and divided into four main points. The first point is the misrepresentation of the basketball team students, a total of 1,500 words. Followed by the school's improper picketing, handling and other issues, a total of 1,500 words. Then there is the reflection of his own fight, a total of twenty words. Finally, it is about how to improve the small corner environment, a total of 1,000 words.

The literary talent is brilliant, and he is very good at narration in the form of praise and derogation and innuendo, and cites allusions from works such as Russell and Wang Xiaobo. Director Feng was unable to regain his senses after reading it for a long time.

After a long while, he said slowly, "You can write quite well."

Gu Zhuoyan said: "I won the first prize in the city-level composition competition before."

"...I didn't praise you!" Director Feng roared in frustration and waved his hand, "Okay, let's go."

Gu Zhuoyan left the office neatly, and saw Zhuang Fanxin standing against the wall in the corridor, looking lonely. He walked over, took off Zhuang Fanxin's schoolbag and carried it, and asked, "Does your shoulder still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Zhuang Fanxin handed over a pack of soda biscuits, "I didn't buy sandwiches this time."

The two walked and ate, and they didn't mention the fight until they got out of the school gate and got into a taxi. Every time they take the car, they have one side. Today, next to each other, the driver frequently looks at the two of them in the rearview mirror, probably wondering why they are all colored.

He got off the car at the small intersection, and when he arrived at the door of Zhuang's house, Gu Zhuoyan returned the schoolbag to Zhuang Fanxin, said "bye", and walked forward. After walking for a while, he looked back and saw that Zhuang Fanxin was following behind with his schoolbag in his arms.

He asked, "Why?"

Zhuang Fanxin said, "Go to your house and play for a while."

Gu Zhuoyan laughed and took Zhuang Fanxin home upstairs. The glass window in the bedroom was wide open, and the terrace was replaced with a light, much brighter than usual. As they stood in front of the railing, Zhuang Fanxin touched Gu Zhuoyan's arm, then shoulders, chest, abdomen, and side waist without saying a word, as if going through the security check.

Gu Zhuoyan knew that Zhuang Fanxin was not ashamed as soon as he got started, but it was too exciting to go straight to the topic, so he resisted the itch and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Fanxin said, "I'll see where there are still injuries."

Bai irritated, Gu Zhuoyan grabbed Zhuang Fanxin's wrist: "I just got punched in the face, really."

After restraining to this moment, Zhuang Fanxin finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Why did you go to the small corner?"

Gu Zhuoyan said, "Arrest them."

"Why?" Zhuang Fan was a little anxious, "You said don't provoke them, I listened to your words and didn't let everyone go, why did you go to fight with them instead?"

The more people who go, the more serious things will become, and injuries are inevitable. It is safest to wait for the director to catch him, but Zhuang Fanxin can only swallow that grievance. So Gu Zhuoyan told those words, and then went by himself.

He didn't intend to explain, but deliberately said: "I'm here to show myself, how can everyone show me?"

"What's this worth showing?!" Zhuang Fan couldn't believe it, "If you don't say anything after being punched, the director is fined to write 3,000 words to check!"

Gu Zhuoyan said softly, "It's not for him to show."

Zhuang Fan stared blankly at the other party, what do you mean, Gu Zhuoyan is showing it to someone? Is it for Qin Wei or Wang Churan

But he couldn't help but think anxiously, it was him who was beaten first, help him vent his anger, is there any possibility that it was shown to him

He was afraid of being self-indulgent: "Who..."

Gu Zhuoyan frowned and smiled, too helpless: "Those few people are called right." He took a half step, looked down at Zhuang Fanxin and asked, "What do you think, little idiot?"

Zhuang Fan's heart blushed, Gu Zhuoyan's fight had something to do with him, and he wanted to show it to him, which was too embarrassing. He looked at the bruise on Gu Zhuoyan's cheekbones and asked apologetically, "Does it hurt?"

Gu Zhuoyan replied, "It hurts so much that half of my face is numb."

Zhuang Fan was frightened and said, "Then what should we do?"

Gu Zhuoyan took a look at Zhuang Fan's guilty expression, and then pinched the moment when the other party's heart was softest, and said slyly and sincerely, "It's easy, just give me a hug."

Zhuang Fanxin took half a step hesitantly without raising his arms high, so he slowly wrapped his arms around Gu Zhuoyan's waist. Half of his face was covered by Gu Zhuoyan's shoulder, and he saw the stars in the night sky.

Gu Zhuoyan closed his arms, and it was worth another punch.