Tell you to turn backwards?

"Okay, you'd better go back first. If you didn't sign in, please refer to your deskmate who was hit by the housekeeper with a stick." Wu Shifeng continued to drag Meng Ze away, and the lights in the corridor were all off.

When Wu Shifeng turned his head, he found that the person beside him was staring at him rarely. In those unfriendly eyes, the pupils reflected the lights of the most prosperous area in Jiangwu behind him.

Meng Ze opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

The teacher in the infirmary at this point has already left work, but just in case, every head of the dormitory will have a key for the infirmary. Gao Yi just stuffed the key stolen from Li Fan into Wu Shifeng's hand.

"Why did you come?" Meng Ze casually opened a bottle of alcohol and rinsed the dusty wound on his body.

Wu Shifeng bent down to look for cotton, and when he looked up and saw him pouring alcohol on his injury without blinking, he quickly got up and snatched the alcohol from his hand: "Doesn't it hurt you? There are so many scratches, it hurts." I won't kill you."

Wu Shifeng was a little angry, but the anger died down before it could flare up.

He moved a chair, and helped Meng Ze treat the wound carefully, and then said: "I just passed the overpass at that time, Gao Yi suddenly ran over and said that you were surrounded by Li Fan's group of idiots."

"Then why did you come?" Meng Ze asked.

"..." Wu Shifeng was speechless for a while, and then replied after a while, "You are my deskmate, and I still rely on your homework, of course... I have to save my classmates."

"Oh." Meng Ze watched as he put a few band-aids on the small wounds on his body, and then applied medicine to the deep wounds with ease, and also pasted a small square gauze on it.

Wu Shifeng: "Don't put a Band-Aid on the area where the skin is scratched. The weather is too hot and the wound is prone to inflammation and ulceration."

"Okay." Meng Ze nodded.

Wu Shifeng had never seen him so obedient, and he was a little at a loss for a moment. In order to relieve his embarrassment, he had to turn around and look at himself in the mirror. Let's look at Meng Ze who is sitting in the back.

Just when Wu Shifeng was peeking at him, Meng Ze's eyes happened to meet Wu Shifeng's small eyes in the mirror, and the two eyes separated immediately.

Embarrassed, Wu Shifeng thought angrily, what should be said in this atmosphere?

"I'll..."

Meng Ze stood up from his chair.

The mobile phone in Wu Shifeng's pocket suddenly vibrated, and he hurriedly took out the mobile phone. The caller ID was Taro, and he smiled embarrassedly at Meng Ze: "I'll answer the call."

"Shi Feng, I stabbed someone."

Wu Shifeng was walking out of the corridor, and when he heard that he almost fell down, he was silent for a while before regaining his senses: "You/Mom... where are you now?"

Meng Ze had just turned on the faucet in front of the mirror and was about to wash his hands, when he saw Wu Shifeng came in with an uneasy face and hurriedly said to him: "I have to leave first, you... go home early, goodbye."

"Yeah." Meng Ze didn't raise his head, as if he had put all his attention on his hands.

That night, Yu Duo opened a room, but Yutou didn't dare to go home. When Wu Shifeng passed by, everyone had already run away, and Yutou had already found a place to throw the murder weapon. The three of them were sitting in the hotel without saying a word. Sit down.

Wu Shifeng cut off the cigarette that was just lit in Taro's mouth, and asked calmly, "What's going on?"

Taro was also surprisingly calm at this meeting, roughly summing up everything.

In fact, Yutou and many brothers have made an appointment to fight in groups today, but Wu Shifeng and Yu Duo were not called up, thinking that this matter can actually be resolved by themselves.As a result, when they arrived at the scene, many brothers on their side were late for what they shouldn't have been.

A dozen people over there stared at him covetously, so Yuto copied a cold weapon bought online, originally only to scare the people on the other side.

As a result, when those people saw the knife, they all ran away. The irrational taro went up to grab a single unlucky ghost, stabbed him in the stomach, and then stabbed him a second time in a strange way. .

The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out, and Yutou can't tell if he won't regret it in the end, so he just said flatly: "It seems to have stabbed his intestines out."

"..." Wu Shifeng was actually quite angry. It's not that he hasn't talked about this matter with Yutou for a while. It's not a correct way to live like this. If it goes on like this, something will happen one day.

But they can't change their way of life.

"Did you take medicine before that?" Wu Shifeng poured out a glass bottle and a lighter with blue flames from his schoolbag, mourning his misfortune and anger, "How many times have I told you not to touch this thing? you……"

Yu Duo pressed Wu Shifeng's shoulder: "Calm down, there's no point in talking about it now, we have to think of a way."

Wu Shifeng was selfish, and his first thought was to let him hide first.But hiding is definitely not the way to solve the problem. It is impossible for the other party not to know Taro. The police and ambulance have been to the scene just now. The unlucky child was still conscious at that time, so he must have confessed Taro's identity.

"What else can I do?" Wu Shifeng paused, and then said, "It's better to turn yourself in, you can't escape."

"No." Yu Duo sat up straight, "Although Taro is still underage, he is already over sixteen. If you really surrender yourself, you will really go to prison. Don't say whether you will be squatted for several years, just squat After a few months, his life was ruined when he came out."

It's not that Wu Shifeng didn't expect what Yu Duo said, but even if he has selfish intentions for this brother, he can't watch him go on a road of no return.

"From touching the bubble [note], isn't life already ruined?" Wu Shifeng said, "You said that if you hadn't touched this thing, would you have lost your mind at that time?"

Taro suddenly became angry, and glared at Wu Shifeng: "You just stand and talk without back pain, what's wrong with blowing bubbles? If I want to quit, I can quit, how can it be so serious? If it weren't for a group of them to make things difficult If you want to provoke me, will I do it? If I don't do it, they should stab me."

"Yes." Wu Shifeng smiled instead of anger, "It's all other people's fault, and you have nothing to do with it."

Taro's cell phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the two of them, his hands trembling a little, but he still picked up the phone: "Dad."

Wu Shifeng didn't know what his father said on the other end of the phone, but seeing Taro's livid face, he could think that it was definitely not a good thing.

After putting down the phone, Taro looked at the two without emotion, and then let out a sigh of relief: "My dad already knew, he asked me to go to the police station with him."

Wu Shifeng and Yu Duo were hesitant to speak, they felt that the words could not express their meaning, so they gave Taro a firm hug relatively silently.

"Both of you go back first, this matter has nothing to do with you. I... Well, I have nothing to say."

Friday morning.

Meng Ze could clearly feel that Wu Shifeng was in a bad mood. His perception of other people's emotions was actually very low, but Wu Shifeng's emotions were about to overflow.

Wu Shifeng didn't fall asleep all night because of the taro, but when he came in today, he found his drawers were in a mess. It seems that the "snail girl" didn't come to tidy up yesterday.

Wu Shifeng was surprised for the first time when he found that his drawer had been tidied up the next day. It just so happened that a can of milk was stuffed in his drawer that morning by that classmate Huang Minshan who was refused by Meng Ze to give her QQ account. .

In the end, he thought Huang Minshan was the "snail girl" who helped him tidy up the drawers.All of Wu Shifeng's books are basically blank, and there is no privacy, so the girl secretly helped him tidy up a drawer, and he didn't expose others, thinking that he pretended to be ignorant by pretending to be ignorant to protect the little girl girlish heart.

So why didn't she secretly tidy up the drawers for herself today?Wu Shifeng just stared at the back of the girl's head throughout the whole morning self-study session.

Wu Shifeng strolled over to Huang Minshan's desk right after class. This little girl has normal facial features, but she is a master of make-up. Every day, she paints a refreshing plain makeup, which looks eye-catching among all the girls. one.

"Squad leader, why are you looking at me like this?" Huang Minshan was stared at by him for a while, then shyly met Wu Shifeng's gaze.

When Wu Shifeng was in junior high school, he was more thoughtful than he is now. As long as a girl can see, she can't escape the fate of being teased.He gently straightened Huang Minshan's bangs, then met her gaze, and gently pressed her head.

As soon as "Shifeng Brand Blush" was used, the opponent's face quickly took effect, and it was stained with a layer of faint blush.

"You didn't do your duty today, Miss Tianluo." Wu Shifeng let go of his hand, and with the other hand, he patted the cookies that were originally prepared for Meng Ze today on Huang Minshan's table.

Huang Minshan saw Wu Shifeng giving her snacks, her heart was bubbling with joy, and she replied in a daze, "What? What snail girl?"

"Still pretending to be stupid, I won't smash your snail shells, isn't it you, the snail girl who tidies up my drawers every day?" Wu Shifeng asked.

Huang Minshan looked confused: "It's not me."

"Really?"

"Not really."

Wu Shifeng returned to his seat dejectedly, and suddenly thought that only yesterday Meng Ze left before him, and Meng Ze usually takes a long time to tidy up his own books meticulously.

It can't be... Wu Shifeng slowly turned his head to Meng Ze.

Meng Tianluo, who had witnessed the whole process of Wu Shifeng flirting with a girl, suddenly became a little emotional when he saw his favorite cookie being given out.

"Then what, you..." Wu Shifeng was a little speechless.

Meng Ze said blankly, "What about my cookies?"

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Bubble: Our dialect.

Refers to the diluted ice/poison, packed in a glass bottle, bubbling and bubbling when lit with a special lighter.

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