The Records of the Library

"Stay away from Su Yisheng."

When Lan Ting passed by that person, he didn't expect him to speak suddenly.He was also wearing the No. [-] Middle School uniform, and his face was a little strange. He just leaned against the wall of the alley, staring at Lan Ting.

Lan Ting didn't hear clearly, so he stopped in his tracks: "Student, are you talking to me?"

"Otherwise?" he asked bluntly.

"I do not know you."

Lan Ting turned his head back and continued to walk forward, but the schoolbag was suddenly grabbed from behind, causing him to fall and sit down.The street lamp at the entrance of the alley illuminated the figure of the man, sinking down and enveloping him.Lan Ting rested his palm on the bumpy concrete floor, his head was raised inertially, and he seemed to have seen him somewhere before.

About one afternoon, he and Su Yisheng were walking on the sports field, when a basketball flew across the sky, Su Yisheng stopped it with one hand, slapped it on the ground, the ball bounced back between her hands, and was thrown back into the court neatly, her ponytail As the movement bounced behind her head, the boy who came to pick up the ball kept her eyes firmly on her bright face, letting the ball hit her shoulder.The eagerness and inevitability in those eyes sent chills down the back of Lan Ting who was watching.

It shouldn't be a coincidence that they met here.

"Stay away from Su Yisheng." He repeated.

This time I heard clearly.Lan Ting got up, and the other party pressed half of his head, firmly blocking his way, Lan Ting caught a glimpse of a Bearbrick doll pinned to the zipper of his schoolbag, the style was exactly the same as the one Su Yisheng received a few days ago.

This is not the first time Su Yisheng has received an anonymous gift. At first, it was milk placed on her desk every day, and it gradually evolved into a message on the page: "Today you smiled at me again." Cute." "Remember to button your school uniform to the top."

"Where did the insanity come from!" Su Yisheng was so angry that he tore off the pages of the book, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

However, this was just the beginning of the nightmare. She always received calls in the middle of the night, but the person who answered them said nothing. More unsightly pictures and messages were sent to her mobile phone, forcing her to change to a new number.But usually it doesn't take long before the person finds her again.

The teacher said that he would find out who was interfering with her exam preparation, and she could find out what she could know by looking at the monitoring, but in the end she couldn't find it and let it go.

A few days ago, I sent it together with the doll, and there is also a photo album featuring Su Yisheng as the main character. In the photo slot on the front page, there is a butterfly. The shining and gradually changing blue butterfly wings are stiff. If you don’t look closely, you will think it is beautiful. A flirtatious print.

Su Yisheng applied for extracurricular tutoring, and since then she has not been studying at school, and she didn't even take part in today's monthly exam. Lan Ting corrected the papers for the teacher before leaving school. It was already dark, and she encountered such a psychopath on the way .

"The butterfly is from you."

Lan Ting recalled Su Yisheng's trembling appearance, he was obviously such a cheerful person, but because of these recent events, he rarely smiled, and occasionally he would be shocked when he heard a sound.

He could hardly hold back his anger: "It is you who should stay away from her, you have seriously affected her normal life."

"Stay away from Su Yisheng." The man still had only one sentence.

"Can you listen to people seriously? Your method is wrong. Even if I stay away from Su Yisheng, she won't like you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped unexpectedly, his cheeks suddenly felt hot and painful, and even his glasses flew out.

The man's face blurred over, he quickly grabbed his collar, and slammed him against the wall, the cold tiles hit Lan Ting with a splitting headache, he squatted against the wall, his ears buzzing ring.

It was useless to reason with such a man, but he couldn't stand up and resist.

"Don't stay away from her, will you?" The man came to such a conclusion, stepped on his stomach, stopped him from getting up, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Lan Ting didn't know what he was going to do, separated by a school uniform shirt, the hard bottom of the sneakers still made him uncomfortable, he struggled, and saw him raise his mobile phone to face himself, the sudden bright flash made him close his eyes uncomfortably .

He said, "Your name is Lan Ting, right? Liberal Arts Class Seven."

He bent down to hold Lan Ting down, and pinched his face. The distance was too close, and the distorted expression on that face became very clear.

"So you look good enough."

Lan Ting was vaguely aware of his purpose, and tried his best to grab the mobile phone: "Stop! Do you know what you are doing!"

"You won't stay away from her until I take a few photos. Don't resist, or I won't guarantee that I'm the only one who sees it."

Lan Ting froze his hands in the air, and then resisted more violently.The man was condescending, clamped him easily, and tore off his school uniform. The buttons fell to nowhere, making a soft sound in the silent alley.

"You're crazy! Go away, go away!" Lan Ting pushed him, the flash flashed once and twice, and the fear in his heart continued to rise, "Help—is there anyone! Help!"

"To shut up!"

A hand grabbed his neck vigorously, his face was flushed, and he could only make a weak gasp. He beat the opponent with both hands desperately. As the suffocation deepened, his eyes were gradually wet with tears.

The shackles around his neck were suddenly loosened, he coughed, breathing in the air he had lost and regained, tears streaming down his face.

The phone was put aside, Lan Ting felt something was wrong, his lower abdomen was pressed against something hard, the man freed his hands to untie his school uniform pants.

Lan Ting twisted his body to avoid, tears gushed from his eyes, his legs kicked around in vain, "You are sick! Get out! Get out!"

The man slapped him again, causing his eyes to turn black, and a trace of rust came out of his mouth.

"Xue Li." Someone said.

Xue Li got up a little slower, and the cell phone in the corner was snatched by the man first.Lan Ting glanced at him dimly, unable to see clearly, only saw a basketball in his arms.He hurriedly sat up, pulled off his clothes tightly, and wiped away the tears with the back of his hands indiscriminately, trembling uncontrollably from fear all over his body.

"Student, are you okay?" The man stopped between him and Xue Li, and spread the school uniform jacket in his hand on his lap.

"He Ai, don't meddle in your own business."

Lan Ting felt the residual warmth of the jacket, the hot sweat from the court, and the faint lavender smell of the fabric softener, and felt inexplicably calmed down.

He Ai dropped the ball and deleted everything on the phone, "I recorded the audio, do you want your parents to know about it? Stop if you don't want to."

"Do you know him? None of your business!"

"It's enough for me to know you."

Xue Li didn't say anything more.

He Ai said: "Don't worry, you can go first."

Lan Ting nodded hastily, hurriedly put on his coat, and took a few steps, when the soles of his feet clicked, it was his glasses, he picked them up, and the lenses were already shattered.He turned his head and took a quick look, through the broken glass, he only saw the tall man named He Ai.

Xue Li followed Lan Ting and disappeared into the alley, saying, "I won't let him go so easily."

He Ai said: "I will keep an eye on you."

Xue Li sneered twice, and said with disdain: "If you have this skill, it's better to keep an eye on your father."

Xue Li'an had been separated for a few days, and He Ai didn't know what he meant by that sentence, he just thought it was a random fart, until one time between classes, he received a photo from Xue Li, the background was probably a reception, He Qishan was holding a strange woman on his arm, The posture is intimate.

Xue Li said, how is it?Is this new one much prettier than your mother's yellow-faced woman?There is also a frontal photo, do you want to see your stepmother?

He Ai looked up from the screen, and Xue Lizheng was leaning on the seat, taking a panoramic view of his expression after seeing the news, with a malicious smile on the corner of his lips.

He Ai stood up suddenly, and the chair hit the desk behind, making a loud bang, and all the noises in the classroom immediately subsided.He went straight to Xue Li's desk, and Xue Li raised his head to look at him, still smiling.

"Xue Li."

He Ai yelled, and broke his front teeth with a punch amidst the eyes and exclamations of the whole class.

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