It's at the other end of the hallway.
The black shadow who had been standing there, watching this scene, gripped the phone even tighter, and a vicious light appeared in his eyes: "Hey, are you here? That's right, he is here today, and he is in school right now. Just finished asking for leave, there is no assistant around, no one will know, you have to hurry up, block him where he can't take a taxi, don't worry, there is no teacher at this point, um, I will take care of you."
After finishing speaking, the man hung up the phone, pushed his glasses, and smiled strangely.
Mo Nan oh Mo Nan.
It's not good for you to offend anyone, but Miss Yu.
He didn't know the man had a hand injury before.
Now that I know it, the more I feel that the plan is feasible.
He already had a hand injury, and if he hit him again, he would definitely be crippled directly.
Let's see how he can still stand out in the national competition.
How nice to be his scumbag.
He just popped up and snatched away everything that belonged to him.
What's more, he can't get any benefits now.
No, not right.
There are still benefits.
The information about Mo Nan that he exploded on the Internet is enough for him to drink a pot.
It's just that this person is really thick-skinned, and he is indifferent to everything he sees.
Since this is the case, then he can only listen to Miss Yu's arrangement, unite with his former good friends, and teach him a lesson again!
On the other side, Mo Bei, who had completed the formalities for suspension of school, originally wanted to leave by himself.
But Zhao Jianjian insisted on sending it off: "Brother Nan, we finally had a legitimate excuse to skip class. If we say we are going to send you off, Lao Ban will definitely agree."
"You are too shameless here." The celebrity snorted and said, "Brother Nan, please give me this chance too."
If two people want to follow, Mo Bei will never let people go back.
It was not sent to the other party who was far away, so I agreed.
When they first left school, the two were talking and laughing.
When you get to the side of No. 1 Middle School.
Mo Bei realized that something was wrong, and suddenly stopped in place,
A body turned slightly to avoid something flying from behind.
bang!
The baseball bat with the sound of the wind fell straight to the ground.
The expressions on the faces of Zhao Jianjian and the famous ladies were frozen there abruptly.
"Fuck!" After Zhao Jianjian realized it, his first reaction was to fight: "Who lost it!"
Mo Bei stood there, looking back.
A dozen boys in the uniform of the No. 1 Middle School walked over there all at once.
Everyone wore a black mask on their face and held a baseball bat in their hands. The malicious intentions of the visitors were obvious.
"No way." Cat, Cat, and Bear subconsciously took a step back: "Boss, haven't we married into No. 1 Middle School? Last time on the playground, what Feng Shao meant was to announce that he had married into our No. 1 Middle School." , What's the situation now? Blocking us behind Feng Shao's back?"
The famous lady is smarter than him: "The point is not here. Brother Nan has a competition tomorrow. What the hell, he can't be a member of No. 1 Middle School, unless they want to be banned. It's not a good day to come, choose this day .”
The two of them were talking, and they had already fixed their eyes on the position behind Mo Bei.
Afraid that someone would suddenly throw another baseball bat over.
They wanted to protect brother nan's back.
Mo Bei stretched out his hand and tore off the black down jacket on his body, with a thin light in his eyes: "Stay back."
It is impossible for the person on the opposite side to let them run.
One has already rushed over directly.
Mo Bei turned sideways, and the strong impact formed by the schoolbag caused the person who hit him to fall directly to the ground.
The second followed.
Mo Bei raised his long legs and kicked them hard.
Don't give the other party a chance to get close to her at all.
However, at this moment.
Two people walked over there, each holding a mobile phone in their hands.
It was as if he wanted to take a close-up of Mo Bei.
"Fuck, Brother Nan, look, isn't that Yang Mengruo?" After Zhao Jianjian pushed a person away in a nonsensical way, he looked at his brother Nan Qingjun's side face, frowned and said, "What is she taking pictures with her mobile phone?" ah?"
this sentence.
Mo Bei's movements stopped suddenly.
In order to protect his hand, he was hit hard on the back.
"Brother Nan!" The socialite started a fight, she was also a girl, she was spraying perfume in the eyes of one of them, and after seeing Mo Bei hit him, she dragged that person over and gave her a big meal in the face scratch!
Yang Mengruo, who hadn't had time to start the recording, took away the phone, and looked at Mo Bei who was half standing there with a half-curled mouth: "Huh? Why did you stop, Brother Nan, why didn't you continue to call? Call a few more times, How good it would be to be banned directly from the national competition."
Mo Bei didn't move, just looked at her, his demeanor was undeniably noble.
What Yang Mengruo dislikes the most now is this kind of look.
This time, she had to do something.
Otherwise, Miss Yu will completely leave her with nowhere to go!
"If Brother Nan doesn't do anything, then these people will only hit your hands and not other places." When Yang Mengruo laughed, she was still so immortal.
Mo Bei's voice was very weak: "I've always wanted to know, at that time, why didn't you call an ambulance for me, didn't we have a good relationship at first?"
Yang Mengruo paused with her right hand. This question seemed to ask the scene she least wanted to think of.
She really couldn't forget the way Mo Nan stretched out his hand towards her while holding his arm with blood on his face.
When she dreams back at midnight, she will also be awakened.
Especially watching him come back, and even vaguely have the strength of the year.
She became even more afraid.
She was afraid that he would get up again.
Not only her, but even Lu Yifan must be the same.
They were all afraid of this person coming back.
So put him down again.
Since it doesn't work once.
Only for the second time.
"Can feelings be eaten?" Yang Mengruo's eyes seemed to be able to reflect only sarcasm: "Mo Nan, you are still too naive, I am an ordinary girl, I came from a small place, and I am not like Miss Yu who has power and authority." It has taken me a lot of effort to gain a foothold here. It’s not that I haven’t reminded you not to do unnecessary things. Do you think I want this? I don’t want it at all. There is something you should do. Remember."
Mo Bei's finger slipped a little: "What's the matter?"
"Before you fought, someone said in the live broadcast room that you said you wanted to donate money, but you didn't actually donate." Yang Mengruo seemed to put his gaze far away: "I also thought about clarifying something for you, so let me let you go." I sent a screenshot of your donation to the live broadcast room."
"But do you know what the result is?"
"New remarks have come again. They say that you rely on donations to sell human settings."
"Mo Nan."
"Do you think anyone else can save you?"
"Why do you have to come back?"
Listening to Yang Mengruo's voice, Mo Bei's thoughts drifted far away.
For a moment.
The whole person is emptied.
(end of this chapter)