"Xu Yue, what should I do?"
"Are we going to help? Everyone seems to be—"
Xu Yue stood up with a sneer, "Help? Good idea! Let's go and watch the fun!"
She still remembers the last revenge, if it wasn't for Song Yaoyao's 3:00 and 1 line all day long, so she couldn't find a chance at all, she would have revenged back long ago.
Today is just right, let's see how miserably Song Yaoyao was bullied!
The class bell rang just as the students in class three were rushing out. There were four classes on this floor. Everyone was about to enter the classroom when they felt a gust of wind blowing past them, and some of them were knocked back.
"I'm going, are the people in class three crazy?"
The boys who were bumped against the wall stared at them, looking at them copying brooms and erasing blackboards, each of them looked majestic and angry, this is the rhythm of rebellion!
A class of 20 or 30 people rushed downstairs with the same goal. The posture was no less than an earthquake, and the students sitting in the classroom could feel the shock.
Outside the bathroom downstairs.
Hearing the class bell, some people reluctantly left, and some who were not afraid of the teacher stayed where they were and watched the fun.
Song Yaoyao was protected by Tang Xinrou, watching Yan Ruoyang being carried to the infirmary.
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Run! The dean is here!!"
"Do you know after class? What are you doing here? I heard that someone was fighting? Who is it? Stand up for me!"
It was a serious-looking woman, wearing a black professional suit, with black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. A pair of sharp eyes scanned back and forth, striding forward.
Yan Ruoyang was overjoyed and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Teacher, she hit me—"
"Teacher, I did it."
Two voices sounded at the same time.
After realizing it, Yan Ruoyang looked like he was about to kill someone, "An Feiran, do you fucking know what you're talking about?"
An Feiran's eyes flashed, he pursed his lips and clenched his hands into fists, his figure was obviously very thin and thin, but he straightened his chest and showed a fearless appearance.
He repeated again: "Mr. Gong, I beat the man, and I accept the punishment."
Yan Ruoyang was so angry that she almost fainted.
His companions were two ordinary-looking boys, and one of them named Liu Peng retorted: "Teacher, don't listen to him, Yan Ruoyang's head was smashed by Song Yaoyao! It was her—"
Liu Peng pointed at Song Yaoyao who had just poked her head out from behind Tang Xinrou.
Gong Wei pushed her glasses, squinted at Song Yaoyao whose eyelashes were wet and twitched from time to time, and sneered.
"Is it reasonable to bully girls? With her like this, you can still beat your head to bleed, so you should check whether you are too useless."
puff-
The three of Yan Ruoyang who had witnessed everything almost vomited blood out of breath.
No one believes the truth now
"Mr. Gong, it's really her!!" Yan Ruoyang felt that he didn't bleed to death, but was going to die of anger instead.
"Teacher, they lied. We fought, and I accidentally smashed Yan Ruoyang's head." An Feiran looked firmly into Gong Wei's eyes.
His face is full of color, and it is indeed more credible to say this.
At least it's more believable than being hit by a petite, crying little girl with pear blossoms and rain.
"Take him to the infirmary first, and the rest follow me." Gong Wei said sternly.
Oh shit!
Yan Ruoyang gritted his teeth, and gave An Feiran a vicious look.
An Feiran's eyes flashed, but he insisted that he was the one who hit him.