As for the remaining students in the third class, looking at Shen Xun, it was as if a bolt from the blue was hitting their brains.
Li Yang's school bully Shen Xun, who beat him up
It's still a hard beating, the kind that is specially punched in the face!
Except for the patter of raindrops hitting the glass, the classroom is quiet and even breathing can be clearly heard.
Shen Xun rolled his Adam's apple, parted his lips impatiently and sneered, his eyes slowly scanned the past.
It was gloomy and cold, and the hostility between the brows was overwhelming.
"Does it look good? Do you want me to get you the same style?"
boom-
Almost instantly, everyone's eyes were drawn back in unison.
The timid one didn't care if it was raining cats and dogs outside, so he hurriedly ran outside.
Soon, only Song Yaoyao was left in the classroom.
The sky was getting darker and darker, the horizon had lost all light and was covered with a thick layer of mist.
"Xun, Brother Xun..."
Han Jun carefully looked at Shen Xun, "What's wrong with you?"
He still couldn't believe that Shen Xun's face was slapped by Song Yaoyao.
If it was really her, how could she come back alive? Didn't he get pinched to death by Brother Xun
Whether to smile or not, Shen Xun slowly pointed at Song Yaoyao with his finger.
He said casually, "My elder brother called me."
"puff-"
Han Jun was dumbfounded.
Tang Xinrou was dubious, and wanted to struggle, "Haha... Shen Xun, your joke is not funny at all. I think Yaoyao is the one being bullied, her eyes are red from crying, are you threatening her? "
Song Yaoyao raised her small face, her fair and delicate face was still stained with tears, her eyelashes were wet with wet stains, and they twitched from time to time. The aggrieved and pitiful breath all over his body was about to overflow.
"Hoo—"
Shen Xun stared in disbelief, and leaned over, "Song Yaoyao, do you still have the face? You beat me like this and you still have the face to cry?"
Song Yaoyao looked at the face close at hand, with the word 'tragic' written all over it. With tears in her eyes, she stretched out her hand—
"Snapped… "
She twitched nasally and spoke violently.
"Stay away from me, you are ugly to me!"
"I...fuck!"
Shen Xun took a few steps back, covered his face and gritted his teeth, "Okay, enough violence, I like it."
Tang Xinrou and Han Jun were already numb.
It seems that the wound on Shen Xun's face is inseparable from the twitching little girl beside her who looks like an angel.
Song Yaoyao said indifferently, "I won't like the little follower."
I go…
Han Jun rolled his eyes out of the sky, attendant? Is it what he thinks
Then Brother Xun is Song Yaoyao's follower, he is Brother Xun's follower, this—
"Then you can still control it?" Shen Xun licked his lips and rubbed his face casually.
His calm look almost made people ignore his embarrassment.
The true interpretation of what is called a masochist and what is called you has successfully attracted my attention.
Song Yaoyao didn't bother to talk to him, packed her schoolbag and walked outside.
It was late and she was a little hungry.
Seeing her go, Tang Xinrou hurriedly followed her up.
Song Yaoyao didn't turn her head back, "Pack up your schoolbag."
Tang Xinrou's footsteps stopped abruptly, and she went back and took out her backpack with a look of reluctance.
The rain outside the classroom, just like her mood at the moment, wanted to burst into tears.
"Ah... why is it still raining? I'm freezing to death. I really hate rainy days!"
Tang Xinrou stomped her feet and complained softly as she watched the rain coming in from outside the fence.