life after death

After talking about it, everyone went to eat first, and Wang Wenjie took a box of Haoliyou sent to say hello to the seniors.

The situation of their class is mixed, he has no idea whether he can win the third class, but the fight must be fought, no matter how Chen Yilin is also a member of his class, there is no reason why someone will not fight back when he is bullied. ?

At the bottom of his heart, he originally had a feeling of looking down on Chen Yilin, but he also felt a sense of awe. Seeing the orthodox academic bully on Kangzhuang Avenue, the 2000-year-old imperial examination system has turned his brains away. There is a bit of admiration and envy in the first wave.

Coupled with the fact that Chen Yilin was injured trying to save the ball, the little gap in his heart disappeared.

Boys' friendship is indeed built on basketball and fighting.

Wang Wenjie usually gets along well with the third graders, and things are handled very easily.

Self-study all night at [-] o'clock, and at [-]:[-] o'clock, the physical education students had just finished training, and those in the third class were still laughing and telling dirty jokes, when suddenly there was a bang, and the door of the equipment room was kicked open.

He Yang from the third class pushed the shot put basket, stood up and said, "What are you doing!"

He Yang is just over 1.9 meters tall, with a square-shaped face, shaved, and his hairstyle is never messed up by the wind. Standing there feels oppressive.

The skinny monkey Wang Wenjie leaned against the door, shook the key with a smile and said, "What are you talking about? Of course it's you! Hit!"

The boy from Class [-] rushed in like a gust of wind just after he finished speaking, and was caught off guard.

He Yang was kicked on the knee in the head, and he yelled: "I hate your mother!"

"Don't talk about □□ your ancestor grandma all day long, it's so uncivilized," Wang Wenjie left someone outside and closed the door, stopping the sports students from other classes who were about to do it, "Brothers, give me face, you know The monitor of our class was injured, and his face was covered with blood, and he is still lying in the hospital. I don’t know what to do. We don’t care about bumps and bumps in a game, but everyone knows the virtues of the grandsons in the third class. ! Dipping all day long! Hitting someone! Fouling! We, Class [-], really can’t swallow this breath.”

His voice was really sad and melodious, and it made people get goosebumps, plus a few high school seniors stood there, and no one from the first and second year PE students dared to move.

Wang Wenjie ordered the irrelevant personnel to be let out, and was about to close the door when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone rushing towards him with a broom in his hand, he raised his leg and kicked that person in the jaw.

But his eyes were also pulled down by the handle of the broom, and just as he was vaguely stuffing the glasses with one hand, Wang Wenjie put them on and saw that it was Su Junping.

"thank you."

"Thank you! Just don't look stupid."

Su Junping was hitting the excited part, and Wang Wenjie, who opened his mouth like a cannonball, didn't care.

Su Junping didn't have time to pay attention to him. After all, he had friendship with the sports students in the third year of high school.But the tattered iron board in class [-] couldn't help being kicked, and a few skinny ones fell to the ground and howled.

He Yang was kicked full of anger, seeing the culprit Su Junping standing there, pounced on like a leopard, Su Junping raised his eyelids and gave a low laugh, took a badminton racket casually, and slapped him on the face .

He Yang touched the net mark on his face, and grabbed the racket to pull Su Junping closer.

Su Junping quickly let go, took a few steps back, knocked his waist against the corner of the table, and grinned his teeth in pain. He endured the pain for a long time, but his anger flared up, and he kicked the table over and said, "Fuck you!" Come if you have the ability!"

Both of them were very angry, and because Su Junping's rich combat experience since childhood made up for the physical gap, they were evenly matched in fights for a while, and they all avoided the side in fear when they saw what was being smashed.

In the end, Su Junping, who had no choice but to avoid it, was pressed on the spring bed used for high jumping, and before he could recover, he was punched in the face.

Seeing that He Yang's eyes were burning red, the members of the third class quickly stretched out their hands to hold him: "Forget it! He Yang, don't be so angry!"

The result was thrown away at once.Wang Wenjie couldn't get away for a while, and the corners of his mouth were bubbling in anxiety: "My □□ father's!"

苏峻平本来就有点懵，被揍了一拳后口腔弥漫着又腥又甜的铁锈味儿，他舔了舔唇，好像逐渐加温的可燃物到了着火点一样，轰一下就炸了。

He gritted his teeth and said, "See if I don't beat you to death!"

It was really subconscious, and he took whatever he touched. He smiled as soon as he groped for the heavy medicine ball, and greeted He Yang's face with a swish of his arm.

He Yang obviously didn't expect that there was someone worse than him, and he was stunned for a moment. At this critical moment, the senior high school sports student slapped Su Junping's wrist, causing the medicine ball to roll to the ground, and heard a heavy, pressing sound. The muffled sound of the heart.

Only then did Su Junping restrain his smile, and slowly came back to his senses.

The third year of high school pulled the two of them apart, and scolded with a low voice: "I understand that I can vent my anger on the brothers, but what's the matter with you? It's going to kill you!"

Before they could explain, they scolded again: "Don't be so impulsive when you're young. If it's something big, wash your face and go back. It's past six o'clock now, and the inspectors are going to check the post."

Su Junping stood up and patted the dust on the t-shirt, without looking at anyone, he kicked the door twice and went out first.

Wang Wenjie sighed in his heart and said that he was indeed an uncle, turned his head and thanked the seniors sincerely, tidied up the equipment room, locked the door and left.

When passing by the toilet in the gymnasium, I saw a figure standing by the faucet.

That was Su Junping, who had just washed his hair, and his wet hair left two small spots of water on his shoulders.He couldn't see clearly from afar, but his eyes were too bright, reflecting a ray of golden light at dusk.

Wang Wenjie was stunned for a moment, took a step, hesitated for a moment, then retracted his foot, pretended not to see, and left whistling.

No one knew what Su Junping was thinking, and no one dared to provoke him.

Su Junping is an out-and-out rich second generation, and his family trades several Da Ben Cayenne.Perhaps it is for this reason that he has the characteristics of a princely illness, he speaks aggressively and acts recklessly, but fortunately his temper comes back quickly, he is straightforward and generous, and he has some friends.But these are superficial after all, just like now, no one dares to step forward to pat him on the shoulder and pull him back to the classroom.

Su Junping didn't know what he was thinking.

Every time after a fight, he felt a little uncomfortable, commonly known as "empty, lonely and cold", of course he would not admit it even if he was killed.

The "empty, lonely and cold" student stood in the sunset for a while, looking at his watch, the self-study of the first quarter was over halfway, he really couldn't arouse the interest of going back today, so he jumped over the wall and went out to see Chen Yilin.

He climbed with both hands and kicked his feet, climbed over the fence very skillfully, and beat him to the People's Hospital.

He looked up at the sky at 45 degrees and counted the telephone poles for a long time, which made him immersed in a melancholy and illusory world, unable to extricate himself, until he went to the hospital lobby with a bag of condolences, and the densely packed registration windows pulled him back Reality.

Su Junping took out his mobile phone: "Brother Wen...do you know which room the monitor lives in?"

Wang Wenjie: "...you actually went to the hospital! Hospital! Big brother, you don't want to die! Boss Xie is very angry today and has already called your parents. I guess if you don't come back, you will call the police! You are waiting to be caught by the police uncle Go to the police station!"

Su Junping seemed to be choked for a moment, sighed and said, "But I've come all the time. Forget it, tell me where the squad leader is first, and let the squad leader intercede for me later."

Wang Wenjie was silent on the phone for a long time.

Su Junping couldn't help saying "Hello", only to hear a weak voice on the other end of the phone saying: "...I don't know either."

Su Junping: "..."

God will kill me!

Su Junping went to the inpatient department to inquire around, but there was no Chen Yilin's name, and then went to the emergency center, but there was no one, and finally returned to the brain clinic after three rounds, opened the fruit basket, and peeled a banana to eat.

In his heart, he scolded the unpalatable fruit in the fruit shop, and wailed where his life-saving straw went.

Are you going home already?

The more Su Junping thought about it, the more certain he became, the more he felt that the future was bleak. He stood up and lost the banana peel and suddenly had a stomachache.

"Ouch!"

He suddenly remembered that he was so desperate to pick bananas to eat.

He had to resist the impulse to go to the supermarket to buy a pack of napkins, and then rushed into the toilet like a whirlwind.

When he got out of the bathroom door and washed his hands in the bathroom, Su Junping felt that he had peeled off a layer of skin and was extremely tired.

He picked up the fruit basket and prepared to give it to Chen Yilin tomorrow, begging him to say something nice, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Su Junping?"

Su Junping turned his head and saw Chen Yilin's hope for life instantly ignited. His heart was indeed boundless, and he was so excited that he wanted to pounce on Chen Yilin's face like a monkey. He restrained himself a little when he remembered that he was injured. .

"Squad leader, do you want it? Are you okay? It's best if you're okay. Look what I brought you, potato chips, chocolate, milk, and a fruit basket. Oh yes, the fruit basket was torn apart by me, I didn't mean it , I'm mainly too hungry..."

Chen Yilin always seemed to have a way to silence his chatter.He only used two words.

Chen Yilin said, "Thank you."

He spoke in a serious manner, from hair to toenails exuded the smell of Chen Ken, which immediately illuminated the shameful little thoughts in Su Junping's heart.Su Junping made a vague sound, and was not ashamed to ask him for help for a while.

Su Junping was there sternly condemning his untimely conscience, and suddenly felt a shadow. It was Chen Yilin's hand, touching his hair and frowning, saying, "Why is your hair so wet!"

Without waiting for Su Junping to explain, he spotted the napkin in his hand, pushed him down on the seat, and wiped his hair with a tissue.

Everything seemed natural, but under Chen Yilin's strange aura, Su Junping was like a quail with his neck curled up, and he didn't dare to resist.Su Junping felt strange, wondering if this is the aura of a bully?

Chen Yilin's fingers were long, long and slender, and his body temperature was low. It was a pleasure to pass his hands lightly through his hair.

Su Junping chatted with Chen Yilin casually.

"Squad leader, you are so kind."

"Don't keep calling me...Squad leader, it always feels weird, you can call me by my name."

"Yilin? Ah Lin? Ah Lin is nice to hear. Ah Lin, you are such a good person."

Su Junping raised his neck and saw Chen Yilin squinting his eyes slightly, the extremely long eyelashes cast a thick shadow.

Su Junping's heart was itching, and his words were no more than his brain: "A Lin, you really look like my mother."

After speaking, I immediately felt a pain in my scalp, and immediately the strength on my head returned to normal.

God is so pitiful, young master Su actually opened up the two veins of Ren and Du at this moment, and suddenly gained the ability to observe words and demeanor.Quickly remedied: "Be nice to me like my mother."

Chen Yilin's face was as calm as water. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Su Junping always felt that he smiled a little. He felt like he was being played.

"A Lin, is your head okay?"

"It's just a small injury, no need for stitches."

"That's good." Su Junping pondered over his words, and spat out each word, "Then what... I came to the hospital to see you today—although the main reason is that I don't want to stay in school—the teacher doesn't know, Brother Gangwen told me Said that Boss Xie has already called the parents... I was thinking... can you say a few words for me, so that Boss Xie's anger will be relieved..."

Chen Yilin readily agreed, and after drying his hair, he took the phone and called Boss Xie.

Boss Xie is the head teacher of Class [-]. He is thick-backed and very stingy. He specializes in reselling small reports to parents as a meal. He is known as the "Boss Crab" in SpongeBob SquarePants.Boss Xie didn't know it was a sarcasm, so he took it as a nickname for him and readily accepted it.

After a phone call, Boss Xie's anger dropped a lot, and he asked Su Junping to write a [-]-word self-criticism and hand it in, but he didn't plan to record it in the file.

Su Junping said disdainfully, "I'm not afraid of remembering files!" But after thinking about it, it was Chen Yilin's credit after all, and he smiled and put his arm around his shoulder and said, "I won't go back to school today, so don't you either, okay? "

Chen Yilin broke away from him and said, "I'll go back and do my homework."

Su Junping couldn't resist him, so the two had no choice but to break up at the hospital gate.Su Junping sat on the steps and looked at the newly rising crescent moon melancholy for a while, heaved a long sigh, patted his buttocks and went home, and braced himself to face the storm that was about to sweep.