pretend to be poor

Xue Ting didn't talk nonsense anymore, rolled up his sleeves, and beat the attacking little hooligans with agility and without messing around at all.

With one-to-many, he didn't lose the slightest bit. When the other party played dirty tricks, he also played dirty tricks, and the strikes were even more ruthless.

Feather dusters were swung wildly.

A little handsome, and a little indescribably funny.

Pulling out the dean's only few hairs, he never imagined that his beloved student Xue Ting would be so cruel, fierce, and sinister when he started to fight.

Like a rift was cut, something that was usually hidden under the calm skin was exposed, as sharp as a blade, reflecting the cold and sharp sharpness of the light of a knife.

Tong Huai came back to his senses, put aside distracting thoughts, and ran over to help.

With Xue Ting's help, the situation turned against each other in an instant, like a show of unilateral abuse of food.

The purple-haired youth didn't participate in the battle. Tong Huai turned his eyes and found that he secretly picked up the kicked folding knife. Without saying a word, he kicked the purple-haired youth on the back knee.

The purple-haired youth was unprepared, plopped and knelt down again.

Tong Huai snatched the dangerous folding knife, Xue Ting also dealt with the blond young man, and a few hooligans on the ground screamed.

After the fight, except that his forehead hair and shirt were a little messy, he still looked calm and calm, and his breathing was not disturbed.

Tong Huai took a few breaths and couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "It's awesome."

Xue Ting was in a good mood, and politely replied: "You are also quite fierce."

Tong Huai stepped on the purple-haired young man's waist: "Why are you here?"

Xue Ting put down his rolled up sleeves, raised his chin, and motioned him to look at the corner: "Cut the path."

It's just that I didn't expect to have such a relationship with this little curly hair, and I could meet him and be robbed by taking a shortcut.

There is a bicycle parked in the corner, and there is a watermelon in the bicycle frame, and the plastic bag is from the nearby supermarket called "Hehele".

Tong Huai remembered that day when he and Yu Wen hid behind the shelf, watching the two broken melons that Xue Ting picked, and couldn't hold back his silly joy.

The purple-haired young man who was being trampled cursed indistinctly: "...I'll fuck your mother..."

Tong Huai couldn't listen to others scolding his mother, his teeth itched for a while, and the strength under his feet suddenly became stronger.

Xue Ting's feet were also crushed, making him speechless, so he took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, and made a "shh" gesture to Tong Huai, with a calm expression and a panicked tone: "Uncle policeman, someone is blocking the road to rob .”

Tong Huai: "..."

I don't see that you play quite a lot.

When Xue Ting hung up the phone, Tong Huai asked in bewilderment, "Why didn't you call the police just now?"

Xue Ting pushed the bicycle over and showed a harmless smile: "Can you call the police back for you?"

Tong Huai couldn't hold back, and laughed, feeling that Xue Ting was quite pleasing to the eye.

The nearby police came very quickly. When they arrived, several people on the ground were still moaning weakly, unable to get up. When they saw the police, Qiqi looked for help.

The police looked at the two boys obediently standing against the wall, and almost couldn't tell who was the victim.

No matter how difficult it is to distinguish the pig face of the purple-haired youth with a bruised nose and swollen face, he will understand.

These young people often hang around here, catching those who are alone and committing crimes.

But they have lived here since they were young, and they are more familiar with the terrain in the alley than the police. Once they got into the alley, they were like fish slipping back into the sea.

No, finally got it.

When they arrived at the police station, the sister of the policeman first poured hot water for the two little brothers, and asked them about their situation in a warm voice.

Tong Huai said without hesitation, "Sister, I got lost in the alley. They robbed me and threatened me with knives. Fortunately, my classmate passed by." He pursed his mouth, "I'm going to be scared to death."

Xue Ting remembered his fierce look when he beat someone, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

Tong Huai's acting like a baby has always been disadvantageous since she was a child, and she burst into tears in the blink of an eye. The pitiful look is very convincing, and the sister of the policeman feels distressed when she looks at it.

The purple-haired young man was shocked: "You are going to be scared to death, then who beat us like this?"

Xue Ting said indifferently: "Didn't you start the fight because of the uneven distribution of spoils?"

Tong Huai didn't expect him to answer, almost laughing.

Xue Ting lowered his eyebrows, met the suspicious eyes of the police lady, and said calmly: "My classmates and I also took a little self-protection."

A young man who was beaten up was trembling with anger: "Officer, don't trust them, they are not good birds, it's him, he whipped me with a feather duster! The whipping was so hard that my butt was swollen!"

"It's not for you to talk, just stay here!"

The policeman next to him who was holding a thermos glared at the speaker, then turned his head to look at the two obedient boys in front of him, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

The young lady nodded the heads of the two of them amusedly, seeing through without telling the truth, comforted Tong Huai to finish the transcript, reminded him not to walk in the alley again, and then thanked the two on behalf of the district police station for their assistance in catching the man.

With a thin voice, Tong Huai opened his eyes wide: "Sister, what if they come out to take revenge on us?"

"Don't be afraid." The sister of the policeman softened her heart when she saw the child's wet eyes. "They have a criminal record, and they won't go out so easily. Even if they go out, we will keep an eye on them. Please write down the police number of our office , we will protect you."

After finishing speaking, I was still worried, and looked at the time: "How about we take you home?"

Tong Huai waved his hand quickly: "No, no, my house is not far from here."

In the second half, Xue Ting was too lazy to speak, so he watched Tong Huai's performance and said, "I'll take him home."

When leaving the police station, Tong Huai was stuffed with a few pieces of chocolate and candy, which were given by the police sister.He peeled off one and put it in his mouth, it was sweet, and handed it to Xue Ting, Xue Ting took it, also tore off the wrapping paper and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was almost early morning, and this area in the west of the city was unusually quiet. The streets and alleys were empty, and the occasional barking of dogs only made the neighborhood quieter, as if there were only the two of them from the beginning.

With sugar in his mouth, Tong Huai thought about it for a while, then remembered that he forgot to say a word, and hesitated to speak.

The word "thank you" was forgotten at the time, but now it's a bit out of date, and it's awkwardly stuck in his throat, hesitating, and it's hard to say it.

He rarely said anything to Tong Jingyuan.

Xue Ting noticed his little glances, how could he not know what he was thinking: "Since you can't say it, then don't say it."

Tong Huai was provoked, and blurted out: "Thank you."

The corners of Xue Ting's mouth slightly bent down.

The first time you say it, the following words will flow smoothly.

Tong Huai walked a few steps quickly, facing Xue Ting and walking backwards.The T-shirt he was wearing was a bit loose, and when the wind blew over, he outlined his thin waist. He smiled sweetly: "Thank you, if it wasn't you tonight, I don't know what would happen."

The street lamps on the street were on one after another, hazy in the slight mist, like a long line of fireflies, neatly extending into the farther and deeper night.

Xue Ting wanted to ridicule "Who made you so impulsive", but with a glance, he noticed the scratches on Tong Huai's face, and the words got stuck in his throat for some reason.He slowly licked the candy with the tip of his tongue, and nodded casually.

Tong Huai scratched his head and wanted to say, "You're so powerful that you don't usually see it", and also wanted to say, "The picture of you whipping people with a feather duster is like my grandma teaching my dad." He opened his mouth, his face suddenly twisted, and stopped. He stepped down, bent over and hissed.

Xue Ting paused: "What's wrong?"

"Stomachache……"

Tong Huai's voice was trembling, and he lifted his T-shirt with muddy footprints on it and looked down.

Under the streetlights, a big bruise appeared on her snow-white and soft belly, which was kicked before.

At first it hurt for a while, but he ignored it as if nothing happened, but now that his nerves have relaxed, he feels the pain again.

The contrast between the bruise and the original snow-white color of the skin was so sharp that it was even dazzling, Xue Ting couldn't help but reach out and touch it.His fingertips were cold, Tong Huai hissed for breath, jumped back a few steps, and complained all over his face: "What are you doing, it hurts so much."

The voice was soft, not angry, but more coquettish.

Xue Ting's fingers stiffened.

The child in front of him was thin, his curly hair drooped, and he was extremely delicate.

He was inexplicably regretful, feeling that the attack in the alley just now was not cruel enough.

Xue Ting was stunned by his own thoughts, seeing Tong Huai still staring at his stomach under the street light, he sighed helplessly.

He straddled the bicycle and signaled Tong Huai to sit in the back seat: "Come up."

Tong Huai didn't refuse either. He put down his clothes aggrievedly and sat on the back seat. Afraid that he would not be able to sit still, he leaned against Xue Ting's back and stretched out his arms to hug his waist.

Xue Ting is not used to being in close contact with others, so he patted his hand away: "Don't get so close."

Tong Huai stuck to it again, sniffing, feeling so wronged to death: "But my stomach hurts so much."

Xue Ting: "..."

He endured it, kicked his feet, and prepared to take the ancestor who had come up halfway home as soon as possible.

When Tong Huai didn't find the bruise on his stomach, Tong Huai could jump and jump, but after he found it, it was different.

He had a problem since he was a child, he didn't pay much attention to the injuries he didn't find out, and the pain would automatically increase ten times when he found out, so he didn't often fight with others.

Tong Huai didn't dare to breathe too hard. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, and started talking nonsense: "Xue Ting, will my intestines be broken?"

"..." Xue Ting was speechless, "Don't worry, it should be quite tough."

"Oh," Tong Huai felt relieved again, and after being quiet for a while, he became worried again, "What should I do if I can't breathe?"

"Then don't breathe."

Tong Huai punched him on the back: "You are so sympathetic."

Xue Ting got a headache from his nagging: "Talk less if you have a stomachache, shut up and it won't hurt."

When Tong Huai heard the words, she really shut up obediently.

His home is not far from the police station, it takes about ten minutes by bicycle.The old house faces the street and is crowded with several old residential buildings. Tong Huai pointed to one of the windows: "That's my home."

He added, "It hurts to shut your mouth."

Xue Ting convinced.

He sent Tong Huai to the resident downstairs before letting him down. Remembering that Tong Huai said that there was no one at home, he looked up and saw that the room Tong Huai pointed to was pitch black.

Xue Ting turned around and asked, "Is there any medicine at home?"

How many years has this old house been shelved, how can there be medicine.

Tong Huai shook his head: "Tomorrow, find time to buy."

Xue Ting seemed to be just asking casually, and nodded: "Go back and apply a cold compress to the bruise."

Tong Huai was very obedient at this time, and walked towards the residential building in small steps, but he was not at ease. Looking back, Xue Ting was sitting on the bicycle, with one long leg slanted on the ground, standing under the street lamp, lazily Staring at him complacently, his dark and indifferent eyes seemed much softer under the light.

He was a little happy for no reason, and waved his hand slightly: "Be careful on the road, see you tomorrow morning."

Xue Ting hummed again, regardless of whether Tong Huai could hear him or not.

He waited under the streetlight, watching Tong Huai turn back and go upstairs, and waited for a while, the window Tong Huai was pointing at overflowed with warm yellow light.

The child was delivered home safely, Xue Ting turned around, took the watermelon with him, pedaled his bicycle, and left in another direction.