Boyfriends are crazy

"I'm laughing so hard, look, even if I kick him, his expression won't change, hahaha." The crop-headed man sneered, and kicked hard on the belly of the boy who was curled up in the corner.

At this moment, he is calling for the people next to him to join in this violence with a big brother attitude.

The entire classroom was silent, and everyone watched the atrocity silently.

The boy who was beaten held his head, groaned a few times, and did not speak.

His right eye was red and swollen, and the eyelids were slightly everted, and it was even difficult to open them.

What was even more frightening was that on the left side of the boy's face near the jaw line, there was a deep, deep scar. The scar was very new and hadn't scabbed yet, and there were even faint blood stains deep in it.

The boy's eyes were empty and slightly out of focus, just like a Barbie doll thrown in the trash can. His skin color was already cold and pale, which made his wounds even more terrifying.

"Wei Wenbing, stop now, class is about to start." Another fat man next to Wei Wenbing reminded him in a low voice.

Hearing the sound, Wei Wenbing "cut" for a while, seeing that everyone was looking at him, he raised his head higher complacently, as if he had gained some strange sense of satisfaction.

And with a look that looks very pretentious, forceful, showy, and smug, he spit at the boy in the corner.

He sat back in his seat leisurely.

Lines of sight in the classroom followed the cessation of Wei Wenbing's atrocities, and they also retracted.

"Jingle Bell--"

The class bell rang as usual.

The boy who was originally curled up in the corner was like an ugly dog, struggling to move his limbs. He took a deep breath and tried to stand up again.

But he squatted in the same position for too long. He just stood up for a little while, and then staggered a step, almost falling to the ground.

Hearing the movement from the back of the classroom, the eyes of the whole class once again shifted to the boy in unison.

At this moment, everyone's expression is different.

Some were scared, some were curious, and some were inexplicably delighted to see him half-dead...

But without exception, they are all commonplace in their eyes.

Even the group of people who couldn't bear to see the boy's pitiful appearance just frowned and sighed inwardly about the cruelty, but none of them thought of helping, even if they just walked up the road. Come forward and give me a hand.

Wei Wenbing whistled mercilessly from the side, his eyes were full of jokes and ridicule.

Enduring the great pain, the boy struggled to sit on the independent chair in the last row of the classroom.

This seat was out of place with the rest of the classroom—it had been maliciously thrown next to the trash can.

And the desk of this desk was not only filled with vicious insults, but also some sticky liquid was splashed on it, which looked a bit like snot, long and cloudy, with foam stars inside, and various Such garbage bag packaging.

Even the tables stink, which is off-putting.

The boy seemed not surprised, he just wiped the red paint on the stool with the sleeve of his clothes, and then sat on it with a numb face, as if he had already gotten used to this kind of survival mode.

The first class is mathematics, and the teacher is a young and tall female teacher, surnamed Zhao.

She just graduated from university this year, and was assigned to this junior high school as soon as she graduated.

At the beginning of her tenure, she also had a smug heart, wanting to cultivate every child with her heart, hoping that they can have a brilliant life.

But by coincidence, she was assigned to the only poor student class in this school as soon as she arrived.

She doesn't discriminate against poor students, so she can say that she still has faith-like expectations for this career.

But after she came, she discovered that all the students in this class did not just have poor grades.

Most of the students in this class are the only children of wealthy families. They are spoiled lawlessly at home, and they have an awesome energy that the whole world revolves around them. It can be said that they don't know the slightest bit of respect in their behavior. !

She later found out that the parents of these children had very strong backgrounds, and basically, with a single sentence, she could pack up and leave the school.

It was from this time that her mood changed.

It doesn't matter whether these students listen or not, and they don't care whether their grades can be improved. They leave after class and don't stop at all.

Because she is a child who came out of the countryside, she has four or five younger siblings to support, and she cannot lose this job.

As soon as Teacher Zhao entered the door, he noticed the boy sitting next to the trash can with sharp eyes.

She frowned, walked to the podium, glanced at the seating chart on the table, found the boy's name, and then shouted in front of the whole class, "Student Gu Yufeng?"

As soon as they heard the three familiar words, everyone who was still not interested just now raised their heads, and then looked at the location of the trash can with gloating eyes.

Gu Yufeng paused, and raised his drooping head. The lights in the classroom shone on his face, which was horrible.

Teacher Zhao was a little surprised just now, how could there be someone seated next to the trash can, but when he saw the boy raised his head, his heart sank suddenly.

Stepping on high heels, Mr. Zhao hurriedly walked to his side, and asked anxiously, "What's going on with you?"

Gu Yufeng looked pale, glanced at her, and said nothing.

Seeing that he was silent and looking at the miserable appearance on his body, Teacher Zhao seemed to understand a little bit, a nameless anger surged into his heart, he turned sideways, shot the whole class, and asked loudly, "Who knows this?" What's the matter?"

The people in the class had different expressions, some buried their heads, some looked at her calmly, and some showed disdain.

The one who showed disdain was naturally Wei Wenbing, he rolled his eyes, and replied speechlessly, "Whether you are going to class or not, who knows if he was hit by a car, or was beaten up for doing something bad, you don't care What are you doing?"

After finishing speaking, the boys in the class who bullied Gu Yufeng together with him burst into laughter.

The teacher's face suddenly became very ugly.

Wei Wenbing glanced at her and showed a flamboyant smile, looking very unbeatable, and could even be described as a villain.

He elongated his voice and sneered, "Teacher, you still want to be a teacher, don't you?"

The words that Teacher Zhao was about to swear at first got stuck in Wei Wenbing's throat the moment Wei Wenbing finished speaking, like a fishbone, which couldn't be pulled out for a long time, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

She knew Wei Wenbing and knew his family background.

Her shoulders were still trembling slightly with anger, but her feet left the boy's seat first, and walked back to the front of the podium.

She struggled to pull out an official smirk, and said as usual, "Come on, children, let's continue the class."

Only then did Wei Wenbing raise his eyebrows in satisfaction, glanced behind him again, moved his mouth, and silently threatened, "You are going to die."

.........

"Hey, classmate, are you okay?"

Gu Yufeng collapsed at the entrance of the alley outside the school, surrounded by silence, he was like a harmful garbage that was thrown away, no one cares about it, and no one recycles it.

He even had the illusion that his ribs had been broken. Huge pain hit his whole body. His eyes were black, his whole body was cold, and his brain was infinitely empty.

He who has been strong for a whole day, silently shed two lines of tears, his body trembling crazily, but the strange thing is that even at this time, his expression has not changed from beginning to end, and he still maintains three blank expressions.

When he heard the voice, he was in a daze for a while, and tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyes were still blurred, and his two eyes were in pain. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't see everything around him clearly. .

Only a vague silhouette of a human can be seen.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer him, Shen Xibai's complexion changed drastically. He knelt on the ground and poked the boy's arm lying on the ground with his hand. After feeling the residual warmth from the boy's body, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next second, he keenly noticed the boy's small movements, and only then was he sure that he was not dead.

Seeing this, Shen Xibai just wanted to stand up, and planned to ask someone for help, to see if he could find someone to help him to the hospital.

But just as he raised his leg, the driver who was about to get up and leave collapsed on the ground. The quadriplegic boy suddenly erupted, stretched out his left hand unexpectedly, grabbed Shen Xibai's wrist, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

His chapped lips trembled, he opened them with difficulty, and roared, "Don't go!"

His voice was hoarse, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Shen Xibai's heart trembled at this moment.

The boy is like a tourist drowning in the sea, floating on the surface of the sea with his life hanging by a thread. When he finally decided to accept his fate due to exhaustion, he suddenly grabbed a floating board and ignited his desire to live again.

Seeing that the floating board was about to leave him, he could only grab it with all his strength.

Shen Xibai immediately comforted him in a low voice, "I won't go! I won't go! I'm going to find someone to help you now."

The boy was still holding onto his wrist tightly, not at all discouraged, as if he couldn't understand what he said, he could only maintain this movement stubbornly.

Shen Xibai was also a little anxious, seeing the other party's injuries getting more and more serious, he began to try to carefully push the boy away and imprison him with his other hand.

As a result, when he moved, the boy lying on the ground trembled as if he had been stimulated by something, and the force of grabbing him became heavier and heavier.

Shen Xibai paused, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, summoned up his courage, and suddenly pulled his hand out of the boy's.

He stood up directly, ran towards the crowded direction, and tried to call for help.

Before leaving, Shen Xibai took a look at the boy lying on the ground like a dead body, and also accelerated his running speed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, the boy's consciousness became weaker and weaker.

gone...

The boy's tears slid out again.

Is he... dying?

As time passed by, the boy felt his body was getting colder and colder, and even the huge pain seemed insignificant at this moment.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, there was another rush of footsteps rushing over.

He heard someone say.

"Don't be afraid, I will definitely save you."