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My whole body was in pain, my arm was forcibly twisted behind my back, my mind was dizzy, and I wanted to vomit...

This is Zhou Fan's most intuitive feeling after waking up.

When he opened his eyes, there was a group of people in front of him, wearing uniform clothes, all of them were half-grown teenagers, their expressions ranged from joking to contempt, and they were all full of malice, like a group of snakes with their fangs dripping poisonous juice staring at their prey.

The blatant innocence and viciousness made Zhou Fan recall some memories that he didn't want to recall in his mind. He tried to struggle, but found that his arm hurt when he exerted force, it might be dislocated, and the pain stimulated cold sweat to slide down his forehead.

"Hey, look, is this fat man crying?" The boy standing at the front was handsome, with a fair complexion, and a white shirt and jeans. He was the most popular boy with a handsome face when he was studying.At this time, the boy was smiling brightly, quite attractive, he was really a beautiful boy.Such a young man acted so viciously that it made people feel cold in the back.

"Fatty man, it's disgusting to cry!" Someone patched Zhou Fan's abdomen, and Zhou Fan retched a bit, feeling the desire to vomit even stronger. This dizzy feeling made him think he must have a fever .

"If you cry, you need to replenish water. Fade Chen, go to the toilet and get the bucket. Get some water, give it to our cute little fat man, and let him replenish water." The boy instructed another tall boy, who immediately He nodded flatteringly and walked to the periphery.

Zhou Fan looked around blankly, looking at the teenagers in a circle one by one, remembering all their faces, there were eight people in total.

This is roughly the roof of the building, and above the head is the empty sky, endless and blue sky.The cruel and innocent smiling faces of the teenagers under the sun were particularly dazzling in Zhou Fan's eyes.

Damn Misha, Zhou Fan lowered his eyes, slowly gathering strength.The finger of the right hand can still move, so it should not be a fracture, but if it is just dislocated, it can be connected.

The tall young man Fade Chen came over with a bucket in his hands.

"Qi Ling, I brought the bucket. Where do you put it?" Fade Chen carried the bucket with a smile.

"Where else can I put it? For the little fat man to drink, of course it should be placed in front of him." Qi Ling raised his chin with his hands, motioning for Fade Chen to put the bucket.

Zhou Fan looked at the bucket full of dirty water below, and there seemed to be hair and other dirt floating in it.He was nauseated for a while, his stomach seemed to be churning as if being stirred by a stick, and his eyes were blurred.The left hand that was silently accumulating energy was also a little weak.

"Our chubby is thirsty, let him drink some water!" Qi Ling clapped his hands with a smile.The people behind Zhou Fan immediately pressed his head and pushed towards the sewage bucket under him.The teenagers around were laughing and playing around wantonly, as if what they saw in front of them was not a human being like them, but some kind of props and objects that were only for fun.

"Drink it!"

"Drink! Drink!"

"Drink it! Drink it!"

Drink it, drink it, drink it... The curse-like words hovered in Zhou Fan's mind, even if his neck was stuck, he would still be forcibly pressed down.

His shoes were hung by the laces around his neck. The shoes dangled, and the rough laces made his neck itchy and painful.

The hand behind him was pressing Zhou Fan's head. He was about to be buried in the sewage. He seemed to be able to smell the raw, cold and dirty smell from his nose. He held his breath and bit his lip hard, feeling the pain and The smell of blood filled his mouth, instantly clearing his drowsy mind.

In the next second, he shot up like a bullet. His left hand curled up and hit the soft abdomen of the person behind him. As soon as the opponent let go, he temporarily lost control. His target was Qi Ling on the opposite side, or no one else Thinking that the little fat man was able to break free, they all froze in place.

Zhou Fan rushed to Qi Ling and grabbed his collar. His goal was to bury Qi Ling's head in the bucket, but Qi Ling was so strong that he punched him in the abdomen.Zhou Fan was hit in the abdomen again, coughing violently, his abdomen convulsed violently, uncontrollable vomit hit the throat, and finally spewed out from his mouth, falling on Qi Ling's face in a linear pattern .

Nauseous vomit fell from the face of the beautiful boy in the white shirt, and the sudden attack made him freeze in place. The culprit, Zhou Fan, was clutching his stomach and bowing his head to vomit.

The teenagers around did not expect that the scene would become so disgusting and terrifying in just a few breaths.A few youngsters with relatively weak tolerance, seeing Qi Ling's face full of vomit, couldn't take it anymore, and started sticking their heads out to vomit.

Qi Ling reacted, and tremblingly wiped the dirt on his head and face with his hands, and finally couldn't help but vomited, and the sound of vomiting came and went one after another.

At this moment, Zhou Fan had already vomited. Looking at the scene around him, he felt that it was really disgusting, and he was very suitable for these vicious teenagers.He grabbed the dislocated right arm with his movable left hand, pressed the dislocated joint with a "click", and stretched out his hand for a while, but it was still a little sore, and he should be fine after resting for a day or two.

But this body is so heavy, Zhou Fan lowered his head and found that he couldn't see his toes, which is how fat he is.

The few remaining teenagers who didn't vomit looked at Zhou Fan with expressions like they were looking at vomit, and backed away step by step, for fear that he would run over and spit on their faces.

Zhou Fan sneered, picked up the bucket on one side, and walked to Qi Ling's side.

A bucket of sewage splashed all over his head and body. Qi Ling, who was splashed with dirty water, didn't jump up and beat Fatty as usual, but covered his face tremblingly, turned his head and vomited even more.

With a loud bang, Zhou Fan threw the iron bucket onto the rough concrete floor. He glanced coldly at the young man, took off the shoes around his neck, put them on, pushed open the door of the roof, and walked out.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is kind of disgusting, sorry

This week it's the turn of the Haobang app scarlet letter, I hope to add more favorites!I won't rub my eyes on metaphysics today, go to bed early