I seem to have a crush on the little follower

It took Zhou Fan about 5 minutes to run over, and when he rushed into the crowd, most of which had dispersed, out of breath, Tang Le had already woken up.

"Don't surround yourself!" Zhou Fan quickly drove away all the crowd who were watching with good deeds, and after a long while, the surroundings became quiet.

"Brother Fan, am I causing trouble again?" Tang Le rested her head on Xie Haotian's folded school uniform, and said in a muffled voice.

"fart."

Zhou Fan knelt down and looked at his swollen face with some pity.

This child is really unlucky, his family doesn't like to see him, and he is being watched by gangsters outside, and he will be injured every so often, especially this time it is so serious.

Zhou Fan stretched out his hand, and as soon as he touched Tang Le's arm, the other party gasped, frowning in pain.

"Where does it hurt?" Zhou Fan asked.

Tang Le thought for a long time, and he felt that he was a little unresponsive: "It hurts everywhere."

Zhou Fan sighed, and picked him up from the ground as lightly as possible. Although he moved cautiously, it made him frown continuously, as if some cold sweat was still oozing from his forehead.

"I kicked my head, I have a headache, and I'm still dizzy..." Tang Le said weakly.

"Feeling sick?" Zhou Fan looked at him.

"A little bit." Tang Le frowned.

Zhou Fan sighed again, suddenly remembered something, and asked a series of questions: "Who hit you, do you know him? What school uniform do you wear? What are your characteristics?"

"Fan Xingchen." Tang Le looked at him, his eyelashes trembling.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Fan rolled his eyes almost out of his eyes, turned his head to look at Xie Haotian, licked his dry lips, and after a long while, he choked out a sentence: "Old Xie, get him!"

"Okay, I'm really annoyed by him too." Xie Haotian nodded, put his hands on his hips and made a noise with his nose, then patted Zhou Fan's shoulder in disbelief: "Zhou Fan, it's not easy."

He and Zhou Fan have known each other since junior high school that he has always been in the group of gangsters, but Zhou Fan has never joined such a group of gangsters.

Although Zhou Fan is a black belt in Taekwondo, he can knock down several by himself with just brute force, but over the years, Zhou Fan only fights when he sees something that makes him really unhappy, and he has never engaged in such a call. Friends and friends besieged and beat others, especially in the face of the kind of low-level gangsters, and they were not interested in making big moves.

It's not easy, this is the first time in Xie Haotian's life that a person can annoy Zhou Fan through another person, to the point of using his younger brother.

"How many people beat you?" Zhou Fan did not answer Xie Haotian's words, but lowered his head and asked.

"A dozen or twenty." Tang Le tried hard to recall.

"Okay." Xie Haotian took out his mobile phone: "I can call more than [-] people here, and there are my brothers in the school next door. It should be no problem to get [-] people, and he can't be killed."

"Don't kill me." Zhou Fan looked at Xie Haotian, and his tone suddenly became cold: "Everyone who participated in this time must be more seriously injured than him."

When Xie Haotian heard the "he" gritted his teeth heavily, he paused, but still nodded: "No problem."

Zhou Fan picked Tang Le up carefully. After all, he was covered in injuries, and he couldn't let him lie on his back. He could only hug him like a girl. Tang Le was in severe pain, and he didn't know why Whether there is something wrong with the bone or what, under the constant pain attack, he has no time to worry about how he was picked up.

Zhou Fan turned around and told Xie Haotian: "I'll take him to the nearest No. [-] City Hospital, and you'll tell him about it later, and bring the money here as soon as possible."

Xie Haotian heard that one was louder than the other, but he still had to agree. It seems that today's rehearsal is useless.

Seeing this, Zhou Fan hugged Tang Le and walked towards the alley quickly but steadily, preparing to take a taxi.

He frowned, and said as he walked, his voice lowered, with a hoarse graininess: "Hold on, go to the hospital right away."

"Okay." Tang Leqiang forced a smile: "Thank you, Brother Fan."

Zhou Fan sighed after hearing the sound: "I don't see you bowing when thanking you this time, I feel much more comfortable."

Tang Le opened his mouth: "Save it, and then bow when you are done."

"Okay, I remember."

Zhou Fan carefully put him in the back seat of the taxi, and also smiled.

Perhaps this child has a natural appeal. He always tries his best not to worry those who care about him. Although he is scarred and scarred, he is still trying to look happy. Although he doesn't smile often, his Laughter was like a tranquilizer, and Zhou Fan, who was a little flustered, instantly felt relieved.

What kind of magical magic is this?

Zhou Fan glanced at Tang Le's tired sleeping face from the corner of his eye, and the street lamp passing by the car window cast constantly changing light on his face, flickering on and off.

Maybe it's just a little skill they must have when they are struggling in the cage of suffering. When necessary, bringing the dying self back to life is like the tenderness hidden in my heart, and his almost It's a stingy smile, and when you are dying, the most thirst-quenching ladle of water slips through your dry and cracked throat, and you are reborn.

Zhou Fan is already familiar with the hospital.

He went to borrow a wheelchair, and quickly took Tang Le to see a doctor until the IV was arranged. Tang Le was determined not to be hospitalized, so Zhou Fan had to take him to find a secluded bed in the infusion hall to lie down.

The doctor said it was a mild concussion and some skin trauma, but the right leg was a bit serious. A gash three centimeters deep and seven centimeters long was cut by a sharp object. Coupled with the blows from a blunt object, it might swell for several months. It is not impossible if you are not hospitalized, but you need to come over for infusions these days, and you only need to rest at home for the rest of the time.

Grandma arrived at the hospital in a short while. Although she was cursing, she had to follow Zhou Fan all the way to prescribe the medicine, and then sat on the chair in the corridor, sulking without saying a word.

Zhou Fan took the medicine, everything he needed to eat and drink, and patiently repeated to Tang Le what the doctor said one by one.

"By the way, the doctor said, judging by your physique, you may be a little anemic. You'd better have a chance to check it out." Zhou Fan said.

"Okay." Tang Le nodded.

"Stay away from Fan Xingchen in the future." Zhou Fan put down the medicine in his hand and frowned.

"Good," he said.

"Take good care of your injuries. After you go back, he will probably be beaten in peace, and he should not trouble you again." Zhou Fan said.

"Ah."

Tang Le continued to nod, like a repeater, no matter what Zhou Fan said, he obediently agreed.

Zhou Fan was helpless, and he was not in the mood to tease him right now, so he just sighed: "Tsk, I'm actually blaming me, the one named Fan wanted to find me, if you didn't know me, maybe it wouldn't be so much, you Looking at the injuries on your body, I didn't expect him to hit him so hard this time..."

His deep eyes under the bangs are like a pool of deep water, and the thick eyebrows on the brow bone are knit together.

Tang Le was stunned for a moment, and the hand that didn't receive the infusion moved, because he couldn't breathe well while lying down, and the pain from the wound on his jaw made him stumble when he spoke: "Brother Fan, if you say that, I will get angry. "

Zhou Fan laughed when he heard the sound: "Okay, I'll shut up."

"It's getting late, you can go back." Tang Le said, he indicated with his eyes that Zhou Fan and grandma were still there.

Although Zhou Fan felt from the bottom of his heart that he was dragging him down this time, after he was busy for half a day, he still couldn't stay here any longer, so he nodded and turned around to leave, but just as he turned around, he heard Someone whispered something from behind.

"Thank you, Brother Fan."

"It's the second time." Zhou Fan turned his head, "You owe me two bows now."

"Remember." Tang Le smiled wearily, his face was actually a bit close to the white pillowcase.

For the first time, Tang Le lay at home for a week. If the doctor hadn't repeatedly emphasized his wounds and the adverse consequences of a mild concussion if he didn't rest in bed, grandma would definitely not agree to this matter, but this week's meal He still took the initiative to do it. Besides hanging up the drip, he would read textbooks in his spare time.

During this period, Zhao Qian visited him several times, and he also knew from Zhao Qian that Fan Xingchen also took a week off at the same time. He heard that he fell and sprained his leg. He was injured the same day.

Tang Le just bowed his head when he heard the sound, smiled gloatingly, and didn't say anything.

Did he fall down by himself? Not sure.

The day Tang Le went back to school happened to be Monday. He stood on the playground and listened to the teaching director for a long time about the personal safety of the students. It took so long to suffer. After 10 minutes, the meeting was finally adjourned.

As soon as Tang Le was about to limp back to the classroom, he was stopped by the head teacher, who asked him not to go back to the classroom with a serious face, but to stand at the door first.

He didn't know why, but he nodded in response.

And when he walked up to the fourth floor slowly while leaning on the wall, and walked to the door of the class with his head down, he saw three people standing at the door.

It turned out to be Fan Xingchen with swollen legs and his two roommates. Fan Xingchen's face was already stinking to the sky, and he almost wrote the words "I'm very upset" on his face, while the other two looked aggrieved. From Baba's appearance, the three of them seemed to have just had a heated argument.

Tang Le was stunned for a moment. With his head down, he walked slowly to a place far away from them and stood against the wall.

"Boss, we are venting our anger on you!" The tall boy looked at Fan Xingchen and lowered his voice.

"That's right, our little brother can't outnumber others, but we can make a bad move to punish him! It's a pleasure to embarrass him!" The short man agreed.

"Damn it, who the hell is losing face? Think about it for yourself! Use your tonsils to think about it!" Fan Xingchen suddenly ran into a rage, as if Tianling Gai was boiling like a boiling kettle. heat.

"Huh?" The tall man looked at him with a dazed face.

Fan Xingchen's head buzzed when he heard them talking, and he waved his hands in pain: "When my legs recover, I will punish you two first!"

"What's wrong with us..." the short man said aggrievedly.

"Fuck off, stop fucking talking to me." Fan Xingchen turned around impatiently, gritted his teeth in anger.

The two turned around when they heard the sound, stood against the wall, muttered something in a low voice, poked each other's elbows after a while, and couldn't rest for a moment.

After a while, the class bell finally rang.

The head teacher came out of the classroom, glanced at the four people standing in different shapes, sighed briefly, and then waved: "You four come in and stand on the podium."

"Oh." Tang Le bowed his head in response, and walked in slowly.

He used to be No.1 in the class in junior high school and primary school, and it was too late for the teacher to spoil him. It was the first time he was treated like this by the head teacher. And trembling up and down crazily.

His face was pale from nervousness, his palms were covered with sweat, and after he moved with difficulty to stand on the podium, he felt the eyes of nearly 60 people in the class sweeping over him, making him even more uncomfortable. Sweat even oozes from under the white tape on the chin, which is a little itchy.

The head teacher stood by the desk with a serious face, and slapped the blackboard eraser, and it became much quieter below. After looking around, she said:

"Just last week, I received a report from my classmates that there was a fight in our class, and the situation was extremely serious!"

Every time the class teacher said a word, Tang Le's head lowered a little. He could barely hear what the teacher was saying, and he only felt that he was in a completely dark space, and was illuminated by a dazzling searchlight. There are countless eyes below, staring at him with a contemptuous smile, all the weakness and incompetence are infinitely magnified, being pulled in front of everyone like a monkey to make fun of.

He didn't know how the whole class would look at him, how they would laugh at and ridicule him when they knew he had been beaten like this.

"...In view of the fact that the classmate who was beaten expressed his willingness to forgive him immediately, plus some reasons, I will not report this matter to the school for criticism, but Tang Le—"

The head teacher turned to look at him, Tang Le was stunned for a moment, then raised his head timidly, and he pursed his lips.

The head teacher glared at him, then looked at the students below: "This matter must be made public in our class. You write a self-criticism, apologize to the three students, and read it at the class meeting next Monday."

After all, the teacher in charge waved his hand and signaled them to go back to their seats.

Tang Le walked back in a daze, why was he the one who wrote the self-criticism? Is it time for the beaten person to write the self-criticism these days?

"Yes, Tang Le." As soon as he sat down, he heard Tian Kewei's voice.

"Ah?" Tang Le turned his head and whispered.

"I didn't expect you to beat Fan Xingchen like that when you usually look weak." Tian Kewei clapped his hands in disbelief.

"I... hit him?!" Tang Le was startled.

"Yes, [-]v[-], you are amazing!" Tian Kewei praised.

"I rely on...?"

This...is what Fan Xingchen's pig teammates called a bad move? ?

Tang Le's eyes suddenly lit up. He was a little bit amused by the sudden news. He even took out his homework book with some joy, and wrote down the three big characters of "Review".

"Are you writing now?" Tian Kewei looked at the words on his notebook and asked.

"No." Tang Le closed the notebook, put it in the drawer, and smiled slightly: "I just want to have fun."

For the first time, he felt that he was actually very happy to write the review, but he didn't know whether Fan Xingchen would be happy when he listened to the review.

The author has something to say: Tang Le: It feels so good to lie down and win.