control violence

"Grandpa."

"Go ahead," Jiang Hui snorted, "Scream louder."

Chen Qingzhe opened his mouth, and was interrupted by Zhou Yi just as he was about to speak out.

"Call another one and try."

Chen Qingzhe and Jiang Hui went to see Zhou Yi at the same time. Jiang Hui raised his eyebrows and shouted, "What's your opinion? What's wrong?"

Zhou Yi ignored him, looked at Chen Qingzhe and said in a low voice, "Get up."

"Your grandpa, I'm giving you shame." Jiang Hui uttered a curse, and unconsciously loosened his grip on Chen Qingzhe's hand.

Zhou Yi's patience was running out, and he repeated: "Get up."

Chen Qingzhe stood up slowly with his head down, pursed his lips and stood there, not daring to speak.

"It's like you're sick in your head. Hurry up and get rid of the whole face. I'm doing this for Chen Duo's face, not for you." Jiang Hui kicked his calf and said to Zhou Yi, "It's not for you either." After he finished his harsh words, he went to clean up the other people.

Zhou Yi was tired and too noisy. Seeing this posture, he would definitely not be able to sleep at noon. He decisively took the three-piece suit and left the dormitory to smoke on the rooftop.

Ge Zhaolin was also on the rooftop, with his arms around his freshly soaked junior high school girl, Zhou Yi greeted him from a distance, and didn't plan to walk over. After lighting a cigarette, he lay on the railing alone, look down.

When he was the muddest in junior high school, he liked to just throw cigarette butts down like this, and sometimes he even threw beer bottles.

They were all thrown away from the students, and he wasn't so mad that he wanted to blow people's heads off.

But he used to have a friend who was very wicked and liked to spit downwards.

Spit according to the head of the person, and when you spit it out accurately, Zhou Yi hated it so much at the time, it was so fucking dirty.

When he was lighting the second cigarette, someone poked him on the back, but Zhou Yi ignored him, and the man crawled beside him.

"Can you give me one, Brother Zhou." Chen Qingzhe whispered, his eyes fixed on the cigarette in his mouth.

Zhou Yi got annoyed when he saw him for no reason, "What kind of cigarettes do you kid smoke?"

"Oh." Chen Qingzhe lowered his head and tightened his hands holding the railing, "Who is Chen Duo? Does he look like me? Why should you give him face."

"Because he's better than you." Zhou Yi said perfunctorily.

Chen Qingzhe froze for a second, and was suddenly too embarrassed to get off the stage. He said inexplicably, "He must have knelt down before."

"So." Zhou Yi flicked the cigarette ash downstairs.

"Then, what is his face worth?" Chen Qingzhe murmured, "He's just like me."

Zhou Yi snorted, and didn't even look at the kid next to him. He smoked the last bit of cigarette, turned and left, and went back to the classroom.

Zhou Yi didn't listen to the class this afternoon. He raised his head when he was tired from doing the questions and took a rest after listening to the teacher's lecture. Sometimes he felt very sleepy, but he didn't feel hungry at all. Zhou Yi felt very Amazing, because he didn't eat in the morning and noon, only drank two glasses of water a day, and didn't eat at all.

Sure enough, knowledge is food.

It’s okay if you’re full after doing the test papers.

After school, Zhou Yi went to the cafeteria to buy a fried noodle. It was hot and smelled delicious. He poured some vinegar into it, opened his mouth to take two big mouthfuls, and when he picked up a third mouthful with chopsticks, he suddenly lost his appetite.

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows in surprise, and touched his stomach, is it really a bird's stomach?

Forget it.

If you eat hard, you may vomit, so you don't eat if you don't have an appetite.

Zhou Yi put down his chopsticks, threw the fried noodles into the trash can, and went to the self-study room to continue working on the questions.

As soon as he walked into the self-study room, Zhou Yi saw people fighting in the back row. In fact, fighting was not appropriate, it was just the seniors bullying the freshmen unilaterally.

He had discovered a long time ago that every freshman entering the tenth middle school had to undergo a "baptism", be beaten up and pay protection fees, and then "baptize" others when they became seniors.Girls are not immune either, because there are quite a few social sisters in the tenth middle school.

Zhou Yi sat down in the first row, choosing to stay away from right and wrong places, neither to watch the excitement nor to stop it.He has only met Chen Duo as a kind-hearted bastard who is willing to meddle in other people's affairs. He doesn't have Chen Duo's kindness, and he doesn't bother to meddle in these trivial matters.

After writing the two papers calmly, Zhou Yi took out his mobile phone and looked at it. There was no splash in the text message. The military training must have ended, but Chen Duo’s major may be very strict, and he is busy every day. There is also a time limit for stopping training and playing mobile phones, so I haven't responded to messages.

It is also possible that when you are extremely tired, even if you have a mobile phone, you are not in the mood to chat with him at all.

Zhou Yi's mood was a little depressed, he turned off his mobile phone, and continued to do the papers without saying a word, until he rang the self-study bell.

He didn't leave, just sat quietly in his seat, waiting for the speaker to play "Summer Wind".

Twenty or ten minutes later, everyone in the self-study room was gone, even Zhou Yi was the only one left in the teaching building, and he didn't hear the song.

The school should have let it go.

Zhou Yi sighed, he hadn't heard Chen Duo's voice for more than two months, when he thought of this song, he was still a little happy, but now it's like being poured on his head by a basin of cold water.

bored.

He smoked a cigarette all the way back to the dormitory, even the noise of opening the door was so loud that several roommates were so frightened by him that they looked at each other and dared not speak out.

Zhou Yi has always felt that being unable to control his anger and losing his temper is a foolish thing since he was a child, so he took a deep breath to suppress his emotions, apologized to the people in the dormitory, and then went to push the door of the toilet , but the door was locked.

"What's the hurry!" Jiang Hui yelled inside, swearing several swear words in succession.

Zhou Yi suppressed his voice and roared back: "Hurry up."

"What are you yelling at? If you dare to attack me again, I will send your mother over to give you a funeral tomorrow!"

Zhou Yi kicked violently on the toilet door and opened it.

Jiang Hui didn't rinse off the shampoo on his head, and was taken aback. Before he could react, Zhou Yi punched him in the face.

"I'll tell you this time, listen carefully," Zhou Yi choked his neck tightly, "It's okay to pretend to be a big brother in front of me, but don't take your mother when you curse."

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he held the back of his head and pressed his face into the water basin. Jiang Hui poured a large amount of water into his nasal cavity, choking his hands in the air, struggling as if he was about to drown.

Zhou Yi pulled him up by the collar, dragged him out of the toilet, kicked him to the ground, and closed the toilet door.

Jiang Hui is a typical bullying and fearing toughness. He was stunned by Zhou Yi's series of beatings. After a long time, he got up from the ground, cursed a few words in a low voice, and then hurried out of the dormitory. .

Zhou Yi was in a bad mood, so he finished urinating expressionlessly, and went to the corridor to smoke again.

He has been inexplicably angry recently, and has been depressed and has no place to vent his mood. The pressure in the third year of high school is also heavy. He has no appetite and can't eat. He smokes a pack of cigarettes a day, and he is even less human than in junior high school.

Halfway through the smoke, Jiang Hui came back from another dormitory after washing his hair. Zhou Yi leaned on the railing and looked at him with gloomy eyes like a wild wolf. Jiang Hui didn't even dare to lift his head. After a pass, there was applause in the room.

Bullying the soft if he can't afford to offend the tough, and transferring his anger is easier than anyone else.