I was pressed to the ground to eat Amway

Wang Keming's primary school is quite far from Wang Keming's home, in the center of the main urban area, in other words, it is the center of the city center.

Not only that, after leaving this elementary school, there is Wang Keming's junior high school and another high school jointly named with these two schools.

Wang Keming can even say that this area is the place he is most familiar with besides home.

"Walking over there is the Food Street and Snack Street." Wang Keming explained, "The two of us climbed over the wall in the first half of the year and came here to eat."

Shen Qingchuan responded: "Yes, I know."

It was only then that Wang Keming remembered that the man in front of him had graduated from xx middle school like him before.

awkward.

So, Wang Keming said again: "Anyway, my dad won't come back tonight, why don't you wait for me at the gate of my elementary school, and when I come out, we can go have dinner together?"

Before Shen Qingchuan could answer, Wang Keming started to mutter again: "Actually, if we could make an appointment earlier, maybe we could go to junior high school together to see our junior high school teacher."

Wang Keming then said to himself, "However, by now, they probably have already left."

He smiled and showed a very sunny smile to Shen Qingchuan: "However, it doesn't matter, it will be the same when we come on vacation next time."

"As long as you want to see it, you will always be able to see it."

Seeing Wang Keming's smile, Shen Qingchuan was taken aback for a moment.

Then, he responded in a low voice but firmly: "Yes!"

It was almost evening when I walked out of the campus after chatting with the teacher I hadn't seen for a long time.

It also belongs to the sky at the end of winter and the beginning of spring, just like ink dripping into the water, it instantly changes the color of the sky with a "swish".

Shen Qingchuan leaned against the street tree outside the campus and waited for Wang Keming. His already somewhat long bangs had been pushed aside by Shen Qingchuan. Even in the dark sky, Shen Qingchuan's delicate and handsome features still attracted attention.

A few boys and girls who looked obviously younger were chattering not far from Shen Qingchuan, bouncing around like little sparrows looking for food.

Wang Keming strode towards Shen Qingchuan, he jumped up as usual and shouted: "Hey! I'm here!"

Shen Qingchuan raised his head and smiled at Wang Keming who was still a little away from him.

This smile is like a horn to teach people to charge. The few hesitant boys and girls who were still a few steps away from Shen Qingchuan, after seeing this smile, they rushed to the front as if they had received some kind of permission. He moved to Shen Qingchuan's side.

Wang Keming had just walked to Shen Qingchuan's side, when he heard the girl with the most outstanding appearance among these boys and girls pointing at her own beautiful red lips and saying: "Little girl!" Brother, do you want to taste my lipstick?"

Shen Qingchuan: "..."

Wang Keming: "..."

Wang Keming: "Big sister, do you want to feel the temperature of my palm?"

Hearing Wang Keming's clear-cut statement, Shen Qingchuan suddenly turned his head to look at Wang Keming.

Wang Keming ignored Shen Qingchuan's reaction, he continued to point to Shen Qingchuan and continued: "He has a partner, little sister, give it up."

Shen Qingchuan didn't care about those boys and girls who left angrily after hearing Wang Keming's words.

He looked straight into Wang Keming's eyes: "Why do you..."

This time, it was still Wang Keming who turned his head away first.

He walked to Shen Qingchuan's side and stood side by side with him.

After several times of hesitation, Wang Keming still took Shen Qingchuan's hand as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Go and eat, I'm hungry."

"...Shen Yuejin."

Half an hour ago, in their elementary school teacher's office.

Wang Keming sat in front of his former math teacher with a smile: "Hi, Teacher Wang, long time no see!"

His math teacher greeted lazily: "Yeah, long time no see..."

"But who are you?"

Wang Keming: "..."

Seeing Wang Keming's face turned cold quickly, the math teacher laughed loudly: "I'm just kidding you, didn't you talk to me on the phone yesterday?"

The mathematics teacher seemed to be a little emotional: "You have graduated from that class for almost three or four years, and you and Shen Yuejin are the only two who come back to see the teacher every year."

"I really can't think of it."

When Wang Keming heard this, he was very happy: "Eh? Shen Yuejin is back too?"

"I've been in the fifth grade since primary school. I haven't met him since he graduated, and I didn't leave any contact information at that time. It's a pity. Teacher, do you have his contact information?"

The math teacher didn't answer Wang Keming's request, but instead said "tsk": "I'm surprised, you two have such opposite personalities, how did you two become friends?"

Wang Keming is sunny and cheerful. Although he is naughty and mischievous every day, but because he is good-looking and he is good at taking into account other people's feelings, he will not violate other people's bottom line no matter what, so basically everyone at that time liked it. Playing with him, it's obviously the same now.

And Shen Yuejin is completely different. Shen Yuejin has a cold temperament. When he was in elementary school, he always covered his eyes with thick and long bangs, and he didn't like to talk. He looked not only gloomy but also very thin.

It is simply the image of choice for victims of school violence.

He is not very popular, and no one will come to help him.

He is gloomy, and the teachers will not care for him much.

I am ashamed to say that I was in the same class as Shen Yuejin for three years, and Wang Keming didn't know until he saw a sixth grader bullying Shen Yuejin in the toilet. Then Wang Keming knew that there was a little unlucky boy named Shen Yuejin in their class who was bullying Shen Yuejin every day. extortion.

That day happened to be the day when the second volume of the fourth grade returned to school. Although Wang Keming hadn't evolved the thick skin that he is now comparable to a city wall, his laziness was obviously innate.

Wang Keming didn't do a single word of his English homework, and the next person to collect homework was the English teacher.

So, Wang Keming went to the bathroom smartly, and he planned to use the excuse of diarrhea to escape the English teacher's thunderous anger.

As a result, he hadn't been in the toilet for long when he heard someone beating someone outside.

It's a low-pitched male voice.

"Will no one come to you after your summer vacation?"

"Little dumb, talk?"

"I fucking told you to talk! Did you fucking hear that?!"

Then there was the muffled sound of an elbow hitting his abdomen hard. Wang Keming hid in the cubicle and clearly heard a low gasp, followed by the sound of painful vomiting.

"Calling you dumb, do you really think you are dumb?!"

"Where's the money?!"

Wang Keming heard a boy laughing and saying: "Hey! I tell you, don't slap your face where you can see it, it will be seen."

"Don't think this kid is so easy to bully. I heard two days ago that his family background is not easy to bully."

"Fortunately, this guy didn't say anything, otherwise it would be enough for you to drink a pot."

The first boy who spoke laughed loudly: "Yes, fortunately this kid didn't say it... But this kid, does he dare to say it?!"

Through the door panel, Wang Keming could imagine the vicious and sinful grin on that man's face.

"I don't have any money, don't even think about taking money from me." A weak voice sounded.

Wang Keming knew by wiggling his toes that this was the victim.

The weak voice continued: "Just hit me, anyway, I won't give you a penny this time."

This sentence obviously angered the perpetrator, he said angrily: "Little dumb, what did you say to me?!"

Wang Keming closed his eyes, as if he heard the wind of fist raised by the perpetrator whistling past his ears.

But what reverberated in his ears was not the sound of the body being slammed, but the sound of fists hitting the door.

Wang Keming also heard the scream of pain from the assailant as he slammed his fist against the wall.

The slightly weak voice said three times: "Although I am weak, I am not stupid."

Wang Keming: I think you are stupid right now.

Sure enough, the perpetrator began to retaliate even more angrily.

Hearing that the victim began to pant uncontrollably, Wang Keming guessed that the tormentor had pinched the victim's neck and lifted him up.

The perpetrator was even more angry: "What did you say?!"

"My skin is too fair, and there will be bruises and black pinch marks on my neck tomorrow."

"Hey, hey!" The other person looked at the big battle and was also very panicked, "Didn't I just say that! Don't be too obvious, you will be discovered!"

Obviously, when the anger is high, people can't hear other people's rational discussions.

The perpetrator yelled: "What the hell do I care about him! I'm underage, killing people is not illegal! I beat this disgusting thing to death today, who can do anything to me?!"

Therefore, when a person's emotions are under extreme volatility, it will greatly affect a person's judgment.

——Wang Keming, a self-proclaimed contemporary thinker

Seeing that the situation has become so critical, Wang Keming can no longer turn a blind eye.

The fist that was supposed to bring a fatal blow, this time not only did not bring unforgettable memories to the little hapless guy who was targeted by them for extortion, it didn't even cause Auntie Cleaning a headache.

The assailant's hand was lightly pressed against the door panel.

"Hey, senior, don't go too far."

Wang Keming, who came out of the compartment, held down the fist that the perpetrator was about to attack again.

"my hand!"

The perpetrator was shocked, his hand that was pressed by Wang Keming couldn't move anymore!

"Seeing blood on the first day of school is never a good thing."

Wang Keming squinted his eyes with a playful smile as usual, but his mouth, which should have spit out some witty words inappropriately, showed a contemptuous arc at this moment.

"You're right, senior."

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