I cried, I pretended

"It hurts..."

Song Mingwang cried out several times in pain, avoiding Cheng Wang's hand, rubbed his cheek carefully, and muttered: "Why are you rubbing my face?"

"Dirty." Song Mingwang's tone was very calm, as if it was just a casual move.

"Where is it dirty?" Song Mingwang believed it immediately after hearing this, and touched his face suspiciously, and then checked that there was nothing dirty on his fingers.

Cheng Lu's expression remained unchanged: "Oh, it might have been dropped."

Song Mingwang murmured in his heart, feeling that Cheng Huang was a little weird, but he couldn't say it was weird.

After the end, the backstage is basically handled by the student union. Xue Wei, as one of the hosts, just finished his handover work when he turned his head and saw Cheng Wang's figure.

He and Cheng Juan knew each other, but they didn't know the relationship between him and Song Mingwang, so they greeted him warmly with a bright smile.

"Brother Zhuang. Why did you come backstage?"

Cheng Wang heard that he looked away from the phone and landed on his face. After a pause for a few seconds, he called his name in a deep voice.

"Xue Wei."

"What's the matter?" Xue Wei was stunned for a moment, not knowing why he suddenly called his name so seriously.

Cheng Huan frowned slightly, but his tone was still calm: "It's nothing, I just think I didn't find you so obtrusive before."

Xue Wei: "..."

Seeing his dazed expression, Cheng Wang twitched the corners of his mouth lukewarmly: "I'm just joking."

After saying that, he patted his shoulder and passed him.

"Goodbye."

Xue Wei's shoulders were heavy, and he grinned in pain, rubbing his shoulders and watching the back of Cheng Huang leaving.

???

Was it his illusion or what?How did you hear the threat from those two words?

...

On Thursday morning, the third class had just finished organizing the class. Song Mingwang was about to go to the toilet, but was told that the toilet on their floor was under repair, so he had to go to the second floor to go to the toilet.

Song Mingwang ran downstairs and found the toilet after a lot of effort, but as soon as he opened the door and went in, he saw a group of students bullying another student.

The bullying students were headed by a tall man, who was smoking a cigarette casually, pushing and shoving the silent boy with his head bowed.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing this sentence suddenly came out of the door, everyone cast their eyes.

Then I saw a fair-looking and handsome boy standing at the door, his pupils were pale, his eyelashes curled up and thick, and he was frowning, looking at this scene in puzzlement, and asked questions with a serious expression, as if he really couldn't understand what they were doing That's why there is such a question.

"What are we doing, can't you see?" The tall man in the lead spat and asked unceremoniously,

He didn't know Song Mingwang's face. Although Song Mingwang's famous deeds were spread throughout the school, most of the students who had the opportunity to see him in person were the senior three students, and the sophomore students basically only heard of him.

Song Mingwang suddenly realized, and after confirming his guess, he walked up to the bullied student like no one else and helped him up.

Seeing this, the tall man quickly stopped him, and said with a sneer, "Who told you to take him away?"

Song Mingwang ignored his question, his eyes fell on the cigarette in his hand, and he said sternly: "You have violated the No. 30 and eight rules of No. [-] Middle School. Smoking in the school is prohibited."

"How old are you? Dare to control me?"

Song Mingwang straightened his chest, looked proud, and hummed, "The disciplinary committee member of Class [-] and [-]."

"..." Damn sick.

Song Mingwang started his nagging mode: "Why do you smoke, smoking at your age is because you didn't learn well at a young age, do you know how much risk you will get lung cancer in the future if you smoke now..."

"..."

Listening to his babbling, the tall man felt that his hands were a little itchy, so he was too lazy to chat with him, and was about to beat him up.

"Boss." His attendant next to him suddenly called him in a low voice: "I think he looks a bit like a person."

He thought Song Mingwang looked familiar at first, but he couldn't remember it all the time, but after Song Mingwang signed up for the class, he immediately remembered that this person had just given a speech not long ago.

The tall man sneered: "Even if he is the king of heaven today, I will beat him up."

"I think he looks a bit like Song Mingwang."

"..."

"What?!" The tall man suddenly turned his head and stared at him, his tone raised and his expression unbelievable.

After listening to the whole process, Song Mingwang felt that he was a little overwhelmed by his name, and didn't understand why he was so surprised.

"...Are you really Song Mingwang?"

After calming down, the tall man looked at Song Mingwang carefully again, and asked hesitantly, half-believing.

"Of course." Song Mingwang was also puzzled, what's wrong with his name?

The tall man's expression was a little complicated when he heard the words, and he lost his previous arrogance, but he couldn't hold back his face, so he could only sternly drop a harsh word.

"Song Mingwang, right? I'll let you go today. Be careful in the future."

After finishing speaking, he took his followers and left in despair. The last little follower, who was the first student to recognize Song Mingwang, did not forget to considerately help Song Mingwang close the door, and showed him a Flattering and flattering sneers.

"..."

Song Mingwang looked at himself curiously. There was nothing strange about him. He didn't understand why his attitude suddenly changed.

Could it be that his reputation as the number one in his grade influenced bad students like him?

"Why did they run away suddenly?"

The student who was rescued by him murmured to him: "...Maybe it's because they are afraid of being beaten."

"Me?" Song Mingwang became excited.

"No." The student shook his head, bit his lip and said another name: "It's Cheng Wang."

Song Mingwang: "..."

According to the rescued students, it turned out that what they were afraid of was not Song Mingwang, but Cheng Wang, who supported Song Mingwang behind him.

The rumor spread in the school, Cheng Wang protected him tightly, I heard that someone just said a bad word about him behind his back, and he would deal with him badly, let alone hurt him.

But Song Mingwang, who was supposed to be the person involved in these rumors, was confused when he heard these rumors, and asked him, "Where did you hear it?"

"...everyone is talking."

Song Mingwang: "..."

He didn't know these things himself, and Cheng Wang never mentioned them to him. After Song Ming saw it, he wanted to go downstairs and go back to the classroom. He took out a lollipop from his school uniform pocket, opened it and bit it.

He was going to ask Cheng Wang face to face, but what he was focusing on at the moment was that someone was speaking ill of him behind his back, and Cheng Wang didn't even tell himself.

After Song Mingwang bit the candy in his mouth, he thought again, maybe Cheng Wang was afraid that he would be sad, and thinking of this, he became happy again.

But if he was worried about this, he would be wrong. He would not feel sad because others spoke ill of him behind his back, he would only find it novel.

Just as he was thinking wildly, as soon as he walked out of the stairs, he suddenly couldn't stop the car and hit someone.

The lollipop in his mouth was broken into irregular pieces because of biting, and the sharp edges were driven by the stick and pierced his mouth. He immediately covered his mouth from the pain, and his eyes turned red.

"pain…"

Cheng Wang, who was hit by him, also changed his face, and grabbed his hand to prevent him from touching it, but his tone remained calm,

"Open your mouth and let me see."

Song Ming Wang burst into tears, shocked by his tough attitude, he could only open his mouth obediently and let him watch.

"How..." he asked inarticulately.

Cheng Wang took out the lollipop in his mouth and threw it away, and took a closer look at his mouth, but there was no change in his face, only a slight frown.

"Is it bleeding..." Song Mingwang asked again without giving up.

Cheng Wan nodded, "I'll take you to the infirmary."

When he heard that he saw blood, Song Mingwang closed his eyes and almost fainted. When he was a child, he was said to be squeamish. He was once sent to live in the countryside for a week because of some incidents. There were many mosquitoes in the countryside, which bit him all over his legs. , accidentally scratched his skin and bled when he grabbed it, and he would cry from the pain and say that he was going to die. Song Yulan could be said to be very helpless towards him.

Now that I have grown up, it is naturally much better than before, but it is not much worse.

After arriving at the infirmary, Cheng Wang opened the door to see that there was no one inside, so he went to find disinfected iodine and something to stop the bleeding.

Song Mingwang stuffed his mouth with a tissue, and saw that the tissue was immediately soaked red, and the smell of blood in his mouth became stronger and stronger. The amount of bleeding was unexpectedly large, and his face turned pale with fright.

"Hurry up, I feel like I'm a little dizzy." The words "excessive blood loss" filled his mind, and he trembled when he spoke.

Cheng Wang took a cotton swab and closed it together, asked him to open his mouth, took out the dirty tissue, and pressed the wound.

"Don't be too nervous."

Song Mingwang also knew that Cuncui was scaring himself now, but the pain made him unable to stop thinking about it.

"It's not your fault." He took the cotton swab and pressed the wound himself, with tears in his eyes, and said vaguely: "What are you doing standing there so suddenly?"

Cheng Huan was stunned: "Sorry."

His serious apology made Song Mingwang feel a little uncomfortable, and muttered: "It's okay." After all, he didn't see anyone else himself, so he has to be magnanimous at a time like this.

"By the way, today I met someone who said that someone said something bad about me behind my back, and then you got rid of me. I don't know if this is true or not."

Cheng Wang didn't know if he didn't hear it, so he continued to give him medicine.

"???"

Song Mingwang was in so much pain that he didn't want to open his mouth to speak, so he could only express his doubts with his eyes.

Seeing that he was unwilling to give up if he couldn't get an answer, Cheng Huang sighed silently.

"Why are you asking this?"

Song Mingwang said: "Just tell me if there is such a thing."

Cheng Wang finally nodded: "Yeah."

Song Mingwang wanted to ask him for details, but was interrupted impatiently by Cheng Wang, who stretched out his hand to hold him down and told him not to move or speak.

"It's been too long, I don't remember clearly."

He didn't lie, his memory of this incident is a little fuzzy, he only remembers that someone played Song Mingwang's disgusting joke behind his back.

"Before we were together or after."

Cheng Yao didn't speak.

Song Mingwang was suddenly blessed, and immediately understood his silence.

"Before I confess to you?!"

Cheng Huan: "..."

Song Mingwang frowned suddenly, and suddenly thought of a possibility, the arc of his mouth continued to expand.

"Cheng Wang, does this mean that you fell in love with me first?"