Tell you to turn backwards?

Wu Shifeng's first reaction was that he was at a loss, his second reaction was that this posture was too gay, and his third reaction was still at a loss - what should I do now that my deadly enemy is lying in my arms?

"Hey, classmate Meng Ze, are you okay?"

Gao Yi looked at Meng Ze's bluish face, and said helplessly to Wu Shifeng: "Brother, he's fainted from the pain, and you still ask him if he's okay."

The girl in the front row hurriedly said: "The head teacher said that the infirmary is open these days. Instructor, please send him to the infirmary first. Meng Ze seems to be quite serious."

"Hmm." Wu Shifeng picked him up, and after walking two steps, he realized that he had underestimated the weight of a high school boy, so he asked Gao Yi, who was running after him, to help him onto his back, and then rushed towards the infirmary.

As a result, there was no one inside, so Wu Shifeng called the number at the door: "Hello, is this the teacher in the infirmary? A student here has fainted. Where are you?"

Zheng Cheng, who was still chatting with the security guard at the school gate, neglected his duty, so he stammered nervously: "Ah, ok, I'm in the toilet, I'll be right back."

Wu Shifeng then called the class teacher Chen Qiang. He thought for a moment and sat next to Gao Yi and the crumbling Meng Ze. Meng Ze was actually still conscious, but he started rolling his eyes as soon as he opened them. For the sake of image, Meng Ze still decided to kill him. I don't open my eyes anymore.

Wu Shifeng: "What is the phone number of your parents, let them know." Wu Shifeng is now an instructor, and he has the responsibility not to act impulsively, and be cautious about things that endanger life and health.

Meng Ze felt a little nauseous, the pain in his internal organs made him breathless, he said coldly, "Don't."

"What's the matter..." Chen Qiang ran down from the office non-stop, "What's going on?"

Wu Shifeng briefly recounted the situation just now.Then he said clearly: "I beat me so vigorously, it is impossible for a small stomachache to make him faint. I still suggest to let the parents come in and take him to the hospital. Brother Qiang, you Do you know his parents' phone number?"

Chen Qiang didn't bother to ask himself when he and Wu Shifeng became brothers. He looked through the cell phone address book and the student's parent contact form filled out on the first day of school, and called Meng Ze's parents' phone number, but all the numbers were empty.

"Why are they all empty numbers, Meng Ze, did you make a mistake?"

Meng Ze continued to falter and ignored him.

At this time, Zheng Cheng rushed back, and while running into the infirmary, he asked them to help Meng Ze in: "What's wrong, kid?"

The kid who was half a head taller than Zheng Cheng replied weakly: "Stomach hurts, and even the internal organs hurt. It's an old problem."

Zheng Cheng pressed his stomach, and asked with two purposes: "Does it hurt here? You high school students, don't skip breakfast often, and sleep on your stomach during class. Your internal organs are crushed by you."

"It hurts." Meng Ze gasped. Zheng Cheng had already turned over his short-sleeved top, feeling that it was always difficult to get through a layer of fabric. He saw two shocking marks of surgery on his pale skin. The one and the one where the ribs are located have actually been faded, but they are particularly conspicuous on this smooth and fair skin.

"This is..." Zheng Cheng looked up at him.

Meng Ze confessed expressionlessly: "My stomach is ruptured, my ribs are broken, doctor, I beg you to hurry up."

Zheng Cheng's speed is not as fast as he went home and took two pills by himself.

"That's because you didn't recover at the time. I can only prescribe you two painkillers here. I'm afraid you have to go to the hospital to ask if there is a way to cure it. The sequelae need to be adjusted slowly." Zheng Cheng paused. After a pause, he said again: "The dizziness may be due to hypoglycemia. Our school does not have infusion facilities. Why don't you go to the small clinic at the door to hang a bottle of glucose?"

Chen Qiang had already prepared the hot water, and stuffed the medicine and water into Meng Ze's hands like a father, and said, "Take the medicine quickly, and I will take you to the clinic to hang the water later."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wu Shifeng again: "Go back and look at the group of students in our class, maybe they're lazily sitting on the floor again now, what's the point of that..."

"Gao Yi." Gao Yi pouted.

"Yes, Gao Yi, you are with Meng Ze too." After Chen Qiang finished speaking, he and Gao Yi helped Meng Ze up. Wu Shifeng stared at them for a while before turning back.

There was no Meng Ze to scold for the rest of the morning, and Wu Shifeng somehow felt quite lonely.Standing in front of the team, he saw that there was a vacant position in the team, and the two terrifying scars on Meng Ze's body flashed silently in his mind.

What has he been through?Wu Shifeng couldn't control his curiosity about him.Wu Shifeng thought about it, and had a vague guess in his heart-this guy was probably a bad boy in the past, and he was injured in a fight with others.

As a delinquent boy himself, Wu Shifeng suddenly felt righteousness in his heart, thinking that when Meng Ze came back, he must persuade him to change his ways and teach him to be a good person.

Meng Ze didn't come back in the afternoon. In fact, after hanging the water and taking painkillers, his body recovered in a short time.But there was a rare opportunity not to go in and suffer, Meng Ze pretended to be seriously ill, and used his grandmother Wei Yuping's mobile phone to call the head teacher.

"I am... Aze's grandma..."

"Who?"

Wei Yuping's Mandarin is not good, mixed with a strong accent.Meng Ze gently reminded him in his ear: "It's Meng Ze."

"Oh, it's Meng Ze." Wei Yuping said, "Meng Ze is sick and needs to ask for leave in the afternoon."

Class teacher: "Okay, let Meng Ze take a good rest. You can ask his parents to take him to the hospital. I think he is quite serious today..." Before he finished speaking, Chen Qiang stopped talking. I haven't looked at it yet—the phone number of Meng Ze's parents is empty, and his grandma asked for leave...

Chen Qiang hurriedly said: "Let Meng Ze take a good rest. It's not a big problem if you don't come to study at night, but you can't be late for the military training parade tomorrow."

"Oh." Chen Qiang spoke too fast, and Wei Yuping didn't hear clearly at all, after all, he was really unfamiliar with Mandarin, "Okay."

"Then I'll hang up first." Chen Qiang hung up the phone after hearing the answer from the other party, and went back to the office to look up the student files. Before, he only paid attention to the students' grades, but ignored the students' family conditions.

Sure enough, Meng Ze's guardian was his grandmother Wei Yuping.The comments from elementary school to junior high school are exactly the same, they all have excellent academic performance and are very smart.But withdrawn, paranoid, self-willed, eloquent.

Of course, the comments are not as direct as what they said, but if you read them together, you can piece together the meaning.A withdrawn personality and being eloquent obviously cannot be possessed by one person at the same time, but Meng Ze does have this characteristic.

After asking for leave, Meng Ze got into the air-conditioned room. Surprisingly, he didn't feel sleepy today, but after lying on the bed and playing a few rounds of 2048, he suddenly felt drowsy.

When I woke up, it was already dark.

Meng Ze turned on the desk lamp, and wrote a few lines with a pen on a small brown leather book—9.6/Today, I dreamed of something disgusting again.

"Don't tell me you're sorry. If you feel guilty, wouldn't it be more sincere to feel guilty for a lifetime?"

After finishing writing, he screwed on the cap of the pen, and flipped through the previous content, not a single page could make people happy.Rather than saying this is a diary, it is better to say that this is a suicide note full of frustration.

Why do I have to live so depressed?Meng Ze stuffed his notebook and pen into the drawer. Why did he have to live in such pain?Why... But where are there so many whys.

Suddenly his mobile phone screen lit up, and Meng Ze lifted his eyelids to take a look. He didn't add anyone to his QQ, and he didn't know the significance of logging in every day.It was a temporary conversation initiated by a stranger: Aze, are you in No. [-] Middle School?

Meng Ze's pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression that had remained unchanged for thousands of years finally wavered slightly.

Before he could clean up his emotions, the other party sent another message: Why do you avoid me, because if you don't go to No. [-] middle school for this kind of thing, you will ruin your future.Azer, I'm surprised.

Ze, I want to find you.

Meng Ze hesitated for a second, and touched the column of "blocking conversations" with his finger. His heart beat wildly, and fell silent after a while.

9 month 7 number.

Each class was led down by its own instructor. Class [-] lined up in two columns in the corridor. Wu Shifeng walked down to check whether they had all put on their hats, and said, "Everyone can just play normally in a while, it doesn't matter if you get an award or not." , just don’t let yourself down for so many days of training.”

Although the expression on his face contradicted what he said, it was filled with the sinister air of "if you don't behave well, I will kill you".

When passing by Meng Ze, Wu Shifeng pretended to be very concerned about him, and said with a hidden knife in his smile, "Is your stomach still hurting today? Don't faint again. Ah, why is your face so bad, I kindly remind you, Don't be suffering from kidney deficiency with such a pale face, it needs to be recuperated."

For the first time today, Meng Ze didn't go back. Wu Shifeng's face was so dark that he suspected that he killed his mother yesterday.Meng Ze didn't respond, and Wu Shifeng walked back to the front of the team in a self-deprecating way, leading the students down in an orderly manner: "Everyone, you should be more serious later, you know?"

"I know!" The students of the fourth class, who didn't know where they came from, were full of fighting spirit, and followed the first three classes to walk with their heads held high.Wu Shifeng smiled with satisfaction at the side: "It's great, they walked very well, and when they passed the rostrum, they should pay attention to shouting the school motto louder."

Due to Wu Shifeng's devilish training, the students in class four habitually concentrated their attention and wanted to move forward without relaxing for a moment. Then when they were approaching the rostrum, Wu Shifeng shouted: "1,2,3,4, [-], [-], [-]."

All the students in Class 1 are proud: "2! 3! 4! [-]!"

"Our school motto is—"

"Love the country, love the school, be erudite and dedicated!"