The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao turned his head and glanced at the dim path, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"What, you still want to wait for someone to rescue you?"

Wang Qiang looked over his head and looked at the students they had scared away, feeling extremely proud.

Zhang Tianping still had a gloomy face, his back was slightly hunched, and he stood with his hands crossed, his dark snake-like eyes staring directly at Tang Jiao under the street lamp.

"I know I'm scared. Wasn't it very choking before?" The harsh sound was like a butcher scraping and sharpening his knife back and forth.

"First it was Qiangzi, then Ah Tian, ​​and he even made that guy Zhu Xiande lie down in the hospital. That's quite impressive, girl."

The tall and lanky boy next to him clapped his hands in admiration and said, putting his shoulder on the other one with a crooked face and taking another step closer, "Tell me, what can you do to me?"

Tang Jiao took two more steps back unsteadily, holding on to steady his voice: "What do you want to do?"

"What?"

Wang Qiang raised his baseball bat and hit his palms again and again, scanning Tang Ziao up and down with malicious eyes, grinning ferociously.

"Do something to make you dare not be so arrogant anymore. You have to vent your anger on our brothers who are still lying in the hospital, don't you think so?"

The wet sight like a poisonous snake stuck to his body, and a feeling of nausea surged into his throat.

Tang Jiao's face gradually turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his heart twitched like a whip whipped by a cane.

The pain made her hands and legs tremble uncontrollably, and her left wrist, which was in plaster, was also joining in the fun, as if nails were drilling into the bones.

When several people saw her expression change, they thought she had finally seen how powerful they were, and they were frightened. Wang Qiang rushed to the boy next to him and said, "Go and grab her bag."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Jiao lost his strength in his hands due to pain and dropped his backpack to the ground.

"Hahahaha, I'm so scared that my hands and feet are weak."

The boy picked up Tang Jiao's gray backpack, roughly opened the zipper, flipped it around at will, and threw it to the ground.

"Pen, test paper, book... they are all useless garbage."

"Hey wait, wait!"

Wang Qiang suddenly thought of a good idea. He stopped the boy's movement, took out his mobile phone with excitement, clicked on the camera, and faced Tang Jiao.

"Come on, this is the fun, right, classmate Tang Jiao~ come and throw it!"

Zhang Tianping was happy: "Don't hide, aren't you very capable, huh?"

"Throw it at someone's face, tsk! You throw it at someone's chest, you can't tell. You have an appetite for this kind of thing..."

In the camera, on the path illuminated by dim street lights, there stood a thin girl with her arms hanging and a pale face. Outside the camera, people kept throwing textbooks at her, making arrogant taunts.

"Fuck, what is this? Bringing so much medicine! What an unlucky sick man!"

One or two bottles of medicine were thrown on Tang Jiao's shoulders and chest, then fell to the ground with a clatter and rolled to the side.

Tang Jiao shrank her shoulders, turned her face sideways, and raised her left hand that could only move to avoid it. The nerve pain in her body even made her unable to care too much. She could only bite her lip and close her eyes, trying to support her body to stand, with sweat on her face. It flows down like a waterfall.

Can't faint.

You can't faint here even if you die.

Throwing pills on his face, Tang Jiao closed his eyes tightly and tasted the taste of rust in his mouth. The tiger teeth that were used to gently grinding his lower lip severely pierced the lip flesh.

"Here, please take medicine, but don't die here."

He unscrewed the last two bottles of medicine, splashed them out, and threw them at the girl's bloodless face.

"Hahahahaha, that's right! Record another video and tear off her clothes to see if she dares to complain!"

The scene of Wang Qiang being bullied by Tang Jiao without any resistance made Wang Qiang more and more excited. He held up his mobile phone and was about to step forward to take action.

Tang Jiao suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils constricted.

Under the refraction of the dim light, like amber on the verge of breaking, the fear in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

"drop--"

I don’t know whose cell phone the message came from.

"Qin Dong asked if he wanted to go play billiards." Crooked face said.

At the same time, a confused male voice came from behind, "Who is there?"

"Fuck, it seems that our squad leader has let Tang Monk Lin Shengqi know about it, and the class teacher will definitely know about it too."

"Let's go, it's almost done this time." The tall boy said.

Wang Qiang squinted at Tang Jiao, as if he still had some unfinished thoughts.

"Let's go, let's go. Qin Dong cursed again after a while." The boy pushed him.

"Hmph, you're lucky!"

Wang Qiang put away his cell phone, said harsh words and walked away.

After everyone turned around and walked away 10 meters away, Tang Jiao finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground without any strength.

The boy who had just been asking questions at the back also walked over and was extremely surprised to see a girl sitting in front of her with a lot of books and pills scattered on the ground.

"This is... you are Tang Jiao from Class 1? Classmate Tang Jiao, what's wrong with you!"

Tang Jiao's vision was blurred at this moment, and cold sweat hung on her eyelashes. She opened her lips and panted like a broken bellows.

Pathological nerve and limb pain made her unable to stop shaking.

She was unable to respond, and with trembling hands she touched the water glass at her feet and the pills scattered on the ground.

The pills were stained with dust, and the delicate fingers, which were almost transparent under the light, were uncontrollable and tremblingly rubbed the dusty pills.

When Lin Shengqi saw this, he quickly unscrewed the water cup and handed it to Tang Jiao.

Three excessive sedative pills, mixed with a small amount of water, were scraped across the throat like a razor, and were swallowed eagerly.

Tang Jiao sat on his knees on the ground, leaning down weakly, his left elbow resting on the ground, his forehead resting on his clenched hand, and his injured right hand resting in front of his belly.

The whole person knelt and curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

Bang bang bang!Bang bang bang!

There was a drum-like sound in my eardrums, and there was a sharp buzzing in my head.

The rapidly pacing heart tore out unbearable pain. Tang Jiao, who had been trying his best to restrain himself these days, opened his eyes slightly and looked at the dust and dirt on the ground close at hand.

Deep in his throat, a cry like a wounded cub finally leaked out.

With just one sound, he swallowed it all.

Tears and blinding cold sweat dripped to the ground.

"Tang, Tang Jiao, what's wrong with you? Let me take you to the hospital..."

Lin Shengqi squatted beside him helplessly, looking at the girl who was curled up on the ground with her face buried in extreme pain. He wanted to help but didn't dare to.

The only response he received was extremely slow and labored breathing.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Thank you, please go."

A weak voice came out.

"Yes, but you..."

"Please, let's go, I'm fine."

Tang Jiao didn't move.

"Then, be careful." Lin Shengqi had no choice but to stand up and retreat slowly.

After a while, the only sound left in the entire path was the whistling of the wind and the rustling of leaves.

Tang Jiao knew that the boy might not have gone far, but she couldn't care less.

The sweat caused by the pain was like a wet cloth soaked in ice water, wrapping her tightly layer by layer. She was so cold that her whole body was cold, and even the sourness of pain arose in the seams of her bones.

Breathing and heartbeat have calmed down a little, but the night wind is getting stronger.

The leaves fell on me, foretelling that the weather was about to change.