Zong Yuan glanced at Fu Dongqiang, curled his lips, and led Fu Xin to the class.
Fu Xin suddenly realized that the reaction just now was too excited, he reluctantly explained "I, I'm not like that"
"Aren't you very courageous just now?" Zong Yuan put his hands loosely on his shoulders, pinching his earlobe half hidden under his temple hair, "Why are you scared now?"
There was a numb itching in his ears, Fu Xin dodged subconsciously, "itch."
The crowd in front had already increased, Zong Yuan put his hands down and stuffed them into his trouser pockets, "Your dad just said he would come to work at the school"
"" Fu Xin frowned, "Leave him alone." He raised Zong Yuan's arm and put it on his shoulder again, and he was very cute, even the curved eyes were sweet, "I Not tired."
Zong Yuan, ""All right, you are not tired anymore.
The corners of Fu Xin's mouth curled up, and the mood that had just fallen into the abyss was lifted instantly. No matter what Fu Dongqiang planned to do, he didn't want to know.
Before class in the afternoon, Zhang Zhiliang came over with a notebook. He didn't seem to see Zong Yuan sitting next to him, and spoke to Fu Xin in a gentle manner, "Fu Xin, your English is not very good. These are my notes. They should be able to understand you. You do something."
He handed over the heavy notebook with a black cover in his hand, and Fu Xin was stunned for a moment. He hadn't spoken to Zhang Zhiliang for a long time, and when he thought about it seriously, it seemed that he hadn't thought of him for a long time.
Fu Xin glanced at Zong Yuan. This guy was staring at the notebook in Zhang Zhiliang's hand with a straight face. Zong Yuan was interested and Fu Xin refused decisively, "No need."
Unexpectedly, he would be rejected by Fu Xin, Zhang Zhiliang showed a brief stiff expression, and his smile sank, "Why are you being polite?" He stretched out his hand to take Fu Xin's hand, and wanted to put the book into his hands with a strong attitude ,"You're welcome."
Zong Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Zhiliang's wrist, and mercilessly increased his strength to pull his hand back. Zhang Zhiliang's expression of pain was distorted, and he struggled violently, "Let go"
Zong Yuan let go of his wrist with a cold face, "Get lost."
Fu Xin took a look at Zhang Zhiliang's hand that Zong Yuan had held, and resisted the urge to clean and wipe him.
Zhang Zhiliang's wrist was already swollen, he kicked Zong Yuan's table fiercely, and rushed up with sharp anger, "Zong Yuan, you are too fucking bullying!"
With a stabbing sound, Zong Yuan's desk was kicked aside.
The noisy class was stunned by the sound for a few seconds, and then surrounded in twos and threes without a sound.
Kicking a table is an extremely insulting thing for a man of any age.
Zong Yuan sat on the chair, and he looked at Zhang Zhiliang expressionlessly for a few seconds. The hostile look in his eyes made everyone who was swept shiver uncontrollably. Zhang Zhiliang's heart trembled, but anger and jealousy Let his rationality fly to ashes, a fuse sparked a fire, and the eyes of the people around him gave him the power to act presumptuously, "Apologize for fucking watching"
Zong Yuan stood up abruptly. His face was dark and his aura was terrifying. The onlookers reflexively took a few steps back, watched Zong Yuan's movements helplessly, and gasped.
Zong Yuan dragged the iron chair on the seat with his backhand, and walked towards Zhang Zhiliang step by step. The chair stabbed the ground, making a piercing and scary sound.
Zhang Zhiliang swallowed, he couldn't believe that he would hit someone in public, "You, what are you doing?"
The sound of the iron chair hitting the ground was very ear-piercing. Zhang Zhiliang's face was pale and dripping with cold sweat. Some students staggered a few steps and rushed to call the teacher.
Zong Yuan walked over while others held his breath, stopped in front of Zhang Zhiliang, picked up a stool the next second and slammed it at Zhang Zhiliang.
The stool hit the ground with a loud noise, Zong Yuan held the trembling iron pillar firmly in his hand, and looked at Zhang Zhiliang who took a step back.
Zhang Zhiliang, who was almost hit, looked at the still trembling stool column in a daze, his legs were weak.
Fuck that sucks
The spectators around didn't even dare to show their breathing, and the spectators around the front wanted to drill back hard. They looked at Zong Yuan with complicated eyes, and they all brought a fear that they had never felt before.
Zong Yuan smiled and said softly, "Isn't it awesome, why are you running?"
He dragged the chair and walked a few steps in the direction of Zhang Zhiliang. Zhang Zhiliang's eyes kept sweeping towards the door, and Zong Yuan followed him casually, "The teacher hasn't come yet, this time is enough for you to suffer."
"You, you can't do this." Zhang Zhiliang pretended to be calm, "You will be expelled from school and go to jail, and I will sue you."
Zong Yuan sneered, threw the chair casually, and made a loud bang, "You are right."
Zhang Zhiliang breathed a sigh of relief just now, but Zong Yuan pulled him by the neckline and dragged him towards the trash can the next second.
His fair face and neck turned red, and Zong Yuan dragged him to the trash can with staggering steps. Zong Yuan pressed his head and made him face this disgusting pile of leftovers.
"Oh my God"
A voice came from around, "It's too much."
Zhang Zhiliang's face was still a finger away from the rubbish. He had a humiliated expression and closed his eyes fiercely.
Is it too much
Zong Yuan looked at him, as if seeing Fu Xin back then.
At that time, no one was as merciful as he was. They would directly stuff Fu Xin's head into the garbage, and no one around would stand up and say, "You are too much."
Zong Yuan grabbed his hair, squatted beside him, and ordered, "Open your eyes."
Zhang Zhiliang's eyelids trembled, he couldn't resist the fear in his heart, and opened his eyes.
Zong Yuan's voice was very gentle, "Are you afraid?" He said in a low voice, "Did you think it was too much when you dealt with Xin like this at the beginning? Did you still think it was too much when you smiled and watched?"
Zhang Zhiliang's heart skipped a beat.
A classmate shouted outside the door, "The teacher is here!"
Lao Jiang and the grade director hurried over. They looked around and found no blood, so they breathed a sigh of relief, "Zong Yuan, let go!"
Zong Yuan raised one hand and made a gesture of not coming over, Lao Jiang and the grade director really stopped where they were.
Zhang Zhiliang shouted, "teacher"
He hoped that the head teacher and the grade teacher would have better drag Zong Yuan away severely, and then order him to criticize and drop out of school. He asked Zong Yuan to kneel down and apologize at the briefing meeting
it's not enough
He will also find some people in the society to let him understand what life is better than death.
Zhang Zhiliang's expression was contorted, happiness and hatred mixed on his face, and then a second, two seconds, still no one came.
He could only hear two teachers shouting anxiously behind him, "Student Zong Yuan, please don't make a fuss!"
"Oh, Zong Yuan, enough is enough"
Zong Yuan watched his expression change appreciatively, and sneered, "Why don't you shout?"
He pushed Zhang Zhiliang down a few more points, Zhang Zhiliang's nose almost touched a half-eaten apple with yellowed flesh, and his stomach twitched.
Zong Yuan, "I'll ask you a question. If you answer it, I can kindly let you go."
Zhang Zhiliang's lips trembled, but he didn't speak.
Zong Yuan said to himself, "Come on, tell me, is there any other information in the notebook you gave Fu Xin, such as a note written in some unclear vernacular?"
Zhang Zhiliang's pupils shrank sharply, and asked in disbelief, "How do you know?"
0046 pissed off, "Sure enough"
In the original direction of the world, Zhang Zhiliang gave Fu Xin this notebook, which contained a note with ambiguous words, which made Fu Xin fall into his abyss without hesitation, and then treated Fu Xin like a speck of dust without any hesitation. Don't care about being bullied by others.
Even if Fu Xin was beaten, he would put on a sad and remorseful look afterwards, doing vicious things with confidence, and treating it as an amateur joke.
Zong Yuan tugged at his hair, Zhang Zhiliang raised his head in pain, Zong Yuan's expression was unclear, "He said no, but you just gave it to him."
Fu Xin was approved.
His voice is not loud, Zhang Zhiliang's voice is also very small, no one knows what they are talking about, Fu Xin's expression on the face changed when Zong Yuan approached Zhang Zhiliang, "Zong Yuan"
He was about to move forward in a few steps, but Yang Fan held him back, "Don't go to Zong Yuan, what should I do if I beat you now?"
Zong Yuan stood up slowly, let go of Zhang Zhiliang's hand, and Zhang Zhiliang immediately crawled back on the ground two steps.
Zong Yuan looked at him condescendingly, "Student Zhang Zhiliang, we were just joking, right?"
Zhang Zhiliang bit his lip and nodded in humiliation.
Before the students could react, Lao Jiang and the grade director had already laughed. They didn't seem to see other people's expressions, "I'm just kidding, oh, really, come and call us next time if there is a real situation."
Zong Yuan walked in the direction of Fu Xin, he was still violent, Yang Fan and the others retreated a few steps reflexively, but Fu Xin ran towards Zong Yuan, "Are you okay?"
"What can I do?" Zong Yuan picked up the notebook that slipped from Zhang Zhiliang's hand in a panic, and easily found the note.
It clearly says, "Fu Xin, I'm Zhang Zhiliang, I'm sorry that I only came to explain my feelings to you now, you know how sad and guilty I was when you were bullied before, but"
There were paragraphs after paragraphs of words carefully written on it.
0046,"Hey, it seems that the writing is more detailed than the information"
Zong Yuan looked up at Fu Xin. Fu Xin was dipping a piece of paper in water and rubbing his right hand meticulously and gently. He had a serious expression, and his facial features were completely exposed to the air. He was very attractive when he was doing something seriously. people.
Zong Yuan's expression turned cold, he already guessed the reason why Zhang Zhiliang's writing changed.
Fu Xin's hand was suddenly grasped by Zong Yuan's. He looked at it suspiciously and worriedly. Zong Yuan's expression was unrecognizable, "Don't take anything from him in the future."
Fu Xin understood who he was talking about, and this sentence seemed to be jealous, he showed a soft and satisfied smile, and didn't ask anything, "Okay."