The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

At dusk, the sky gradually darkened. When Xie Xuan'an stepped into the campus, there were not many people left.

Suddenly, someone shouted:

"Xie Xuan'an? Why is this wanted criminal back?!"

This shout instantly broke the tranquility of the campus. The lights in each dormitory lit up one after another, and a group of people rushed downstairs with flashlights in their hands.

The bright lights made it difficult for Xie Xuan'an to open his eyes. People he didn't know were whispering to each other, while people he knew quickly gathered around him.

The tall and strong figure of Chu Guan, the president of the Fighting Club, rushed over like a mountain. He was a well-known fighting champion on campus.

His eyes were firm and sharp, full of challenge. He kicked the ground with his right leg and shot towards Xie Xuan'an like an arrow. At the same time, his right fist hit Xie Xuan'an in the face with a whistling sound.

Xie Xuan'an reacted very quickly, and quickly turned his head to avoid the fierce punch. Then, Xie Xuan'an took a step forward with his left foot and clenched his right fist to attack Chu Guan's abdomen.

Chu Guan was not in a hurry. He tightened his abdomen and turned sideways. He grabbed Xie Xuan'an's wrist with his left hand and twisted it hard.

Xie Xuan'an turned his arms flexibly, broke free from Chu Guan's restraints, and swept his left leg towards Chu Guan's lower body.

The two of them fought back and forth, punches and kicks intertwined. Xie Xuan'an had no one to practice with him every day when he was abroad, so his physical strength declined a little, his breathing became more rapid, he gasped heavily, and sweat slid down his cheeks, forming flashes of light.

The moment Xie Xuan'an and Chu Guan's eyes met, it was as if an electric current passed through, and their fighting spirit burned in their eyes.

Each of Chu Guan's moves was powerful and his movements were skillful and precise, showing his superb skills. After a few moves, beads of sweat rolled down Xie Xuan'an's forehead and dripped onto the ground. His breathing became heavier, his muscles tensed, and his body leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

The corners of Xie Xuan'an's clothes rustled in the wind, and every punch from Chu Guan brought up a gust of wind.

In the crowd, Xiao Li, who was standing in the front, opened his mouth in surprise, while Sister Wang, who was standing behind him, nervously grabbed the classmate next to her and whispered, "Don't get hurt."

The physical education teacher next to him couldn't help but nod and praise: "These two have a solid foundation and their movements are clean and neat."

Classmate A next to him whispered, "I feel Chu Guan is more powerful, after all, he has more experience."

Student B retorted: "I think Xie Xuan'an is not weak either, he reacts very quickly."

The dean of studies shouted anxiously: "Stop hitting, stop hitting!"

Several younger students excitedly cheered for the two.

The female classmate next to them couldn't help but exclaim: "Their moves are so cool!"

An old teacher shook his head, sighing at the vitality of young people. Some people recalled the wonderful moment when Chu Guan won the championship last time, and some people wondered whether Xie Xuan'an would create new waves in the fighting club when he returned this time.

Chu Guan stopped after a few hits and said with a hearty smile: "Yeah, not bad, you must have practiced this skill a lot outside, right?"

Xie Xuan'an responded with a smile, his eyes showing a trace of fatigue and helplessness: "Brother Chu Guan, you are still the best. I have only made a small progress."

Chu Guan walked forward and patted Xie Xuan'an on the shoulder, his eyes full of relief: "Boy, I knew you wouldn't let me down. Go back, and we can have a good fight later."

Immediately afterwards, Xie Xuan'an's younger brother Xie Ran came running like a happy little deer, threw himself into Xie Xuan'an's arms, wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, tears streaming down his face, his voice choked with sobs: "Brother, I'm looking forward to your return every day!" As he spoke, he buried his head in Xie Xuan'an's chest, his body trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath, and the familiar breath of his brother made him feel extremely at ease. Xie Xuan'an gently stroked his brother's back and comforted him softly: "Brother, I'm back now, don't cry."

Then, psychologist Wen Jing walked over with an elegant pace. His fluffy hair looked a little casual. He wore a pair of delicate and light gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting soft light. He had a warm smile on his face and his eyes were full of encouragement and concern. He said softly, "Xie Xuan'an, it's good to be back. Don't feel any burden in your mind."

Xie Xuan'an nodded slightly, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes. At this time, his eyes were a little evasive, as if he was deliberately avoiding Wen Jing's concerned gaze.

Zhao Heng appeared with tears in his eyes, holding a photo that looked like Xie Xuan'an tightly in his hand, and his steps were hurried but slightly staggering.

Seeing how excited he was, the people around him consciously made way for him.

His voice was hoarse and his lips were trembling as he said, "You are finally back."

As Zhao Heng walked towards Xie Xuan'an, he kept thinking about how to start the conversation. He was both worried and expectant. His steps were a little hesitant, and every step seemed to carry a heavy weight of hesitation. Zhao Heng's hands unconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes, showing his nervousness.

Xie Xuan'an looked at Zhao Heng with mixed feelings, and slowly opened his arms to comfort him.

Zhao Heng hugged him back with trembling hands, his heart beating like a drum, as if it was about to burst through his chest.

Zhao Heng hugged Xie Xuan'an tightly, his hands almost embedding him into his body. His own heartbeat like a drum was in his ears. He thought to himself that as long as Xie Xuan'an came back, everything would be fine.

He knew Zhao Heng's worries and guilt during this period, and said softly: "It's okay, Zhao Heng, it's all over."

At this time, Su Yi rushed over like a gust of wind, jumped up excitedly, waved his hands in the air, brought up a gust of wind, almost knocked Xie Xuanan down, hugged Xie Xuanan, with a bright smile on his face, and said:

"Hey, Xuan'an, you really worried me a lot! You suddenly disappeared that night, which scared me to death. Fortunately, you came back."

Tears flashed in Su Yi's eyes, and she held onto Xie Xuan'an's clothes tightly with both hands. "You don't know how I have been through these days. Seeing you come back, I feel relieved."

After calming down, he curiously played with his hair, "Xie Xuan'an, your hairstyle is quite special!"

As she said that, she playfully pulled off his hair tie, and his hair instantly fell down to his neck. Su Yi's eyes lit up, and he looked surprised, "Wow, Xie Xuan'an, you look so handsome like this!"

Xie Xuan'an shook his head helplessly, but let Su Yi toss and turn. A helpless but warm light flashed in his eyes. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said in a slightly tired voice: "Stop it, Su Yi, I'm tired."

Then Xie Xuanan spoke to the crowd.

"Everyone, I'm really tired. Let me go back and rest first. We can talk tomorrow if there's anything."

As Xie Xuan'an spoke, he pushed through the crowd with great effort and walked towards the dormitory with heavy steps.

Su Yi followed him closely behind.

Along the way, people's faces and their concerned words kept flashing through his mind, and he felt complicated.

As soon as Xie Xuan'an took his first step into the dormitory, he heard Yi Shou lying on the bed, his face gloomy, his teeth clenched, and he snorted in a sarcastic tone: "How is life as a dependent?"

He opened his eyes and glanced at Xie Xuan'an coldly, but Xie Xuan'an ignored him, walked straight to the bed, took off his shoes and lay down.

"So popular." Yikari didn't give up and muttered again in a low voice. There was a strong sense of dissatisfaction in his strange tone. His voice was low and hoarse, full of unknown emotions. His brows were furrowed, the corners of his mouth were turned down, and his eyes were full of disgust.

Xie Xuan'an closed his eyes, turned over and faced Yi Shou, not wanting to pay any attention to him.

The dormitory was filled with a depressing atmosphere. The moonlight shone through the window onto the neat floor, making it look particularly cold. The desk in the dormitory was made of solid wood, with the bedsheets neatly spread on the bed. A wooden chair with clear wood grain was leaning against it. A black laptop with the latest flagship model of a well-known brand was placed at a 45-degree angle to the edge of the desk. Several popular novels with blue covers were neatly placed on the side. The bed was neatly made.

Su Yi quickly and obediently turned off the lights, and the dormitory fell into darkness.

The campus was silent and the crowd gradually dispersed. Only the breeze blew gently, the leaves rustled, and occasionally there were the sounds of birds singing in the distance and insects chirping in the grass.

The teaching building in the distance looked solemn in the moonlight. Apart from the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds and insects, there were a few kittens playing in the corner. Under the dim street lights, a few moths were dancing around the lights.

The pond on campus was shimmering in the moonlight, and the flowers in the flowerbed had fallen asleep. The empty playground looked particularly empty in the moonlight, and the seats on the stands were quietly arranged.

The starry night sky, with clouds floating like gauze, adds a mysterious color to the campus. The gentle breeze with a hint of coolness brushes the cheeks of those who walk slowly, as if whispering comfort, as if telling the story of the day.