Xueba, wake up

When the two stood in the math group office with bruised noses and swollen faces, several teachers around looked at them like monkeys with tea.

He Zhonghe told Lao Zheng what happened like a machine gun, and the summary was "I was innocent and I cared about him, but he somehow picked trouble with me."

Yan Sheng stood beside him and didn't speak the whole time.

Old Zheng didn't listen to He Zhonghe's nagging at all, he hugged his arm: "You can count how many times you have come to my office in the past few days?"

"You want to fight, okay, you can do whatever you want outside, how dare you fight in my class?"

It doesn't matter who provokes who first, whoever makes the first move is the culprit.

Especially this time, his fighting partner is a bit special, he is an honest and calm academic bully.

He Zhonghe simply gave up struggling, and stood obediently waiting for the bell to ring for old Zheng Xun's self-study at night.

"You two are standing here this class." Lao Zheng said, "I see if you have the skills to fight in the office!"

Of course they didn't, not because they didn't dare to fight here, but because they were tired.

The teachers in the office went home, and those who watched the self-study watched the self-study. Only a few people sat at their desks to correct the papers and revise the lesson plans.

He Zhonghe felt quite boring, and didn't bother to get angry with Yansheng. He was worried about Shi Yujie now.

A lot of their people went there, but having more people on their side was not necessarily a good thing. The two groups were evenly matched, and the red-eyed group fights were more dangerous.

The shell of the old vertical air conditioner in the office has turned yellow, and the wind speed cannot be adjusted when cooling, and it sounds like a soybean milk machine.The air outlet was facing He Zhonghe's face, and it felt quite cool at first, but after standing for a long time, he got a headache.

He stood to one side, and just moved a little before realizing that he was moving in the wrong direction, and almost touched Yan Sheng.

He immediately took a big step to the other side.

At this moment, Shi Yujie has not been dragged into the office by Lao Zheng, either nothing happened, or the fight is not over yet...

"Feel sorry."

Just thinking about it, he heard a very low voice.

He Zhonghe stood dumbfounded, not jumping out of his silent thinking to react to these words.

After being stunned for five seconds, he suddenly turned his head.

Yan Sheng was looking at him, his eyes finally tightened, but he still showed no expression.

...and still need to be beaten.

He Zhonghe swallowed back the words before saying "It's amazing, I thought you were dumb", and casually waved his hands, expressing that it's okay.

Weird.

He Zhonghe felt that his cheekbones were throbbing and hurting, this man hit really hard.

But he didn't do it lightly, the corner of Yansheng's mouth was scratched and blood was still bruised around the small piece.

And... his ears.

The dark red line was not so obvious just now, but now it is blood red.

It should have happened when I was playing just now.

He Zhonghe frowned: "Your ears."

"It was like this yesterday." Yan Sheng touched the pinna of his ear.

At this time, the get out of class bell rang, and He Zhonghe paused, "whoosh" jumped out, ran to the office door and shouted again: "The alcohol pad is in the hole of my desk, you take it yourself!"

Yan Sheng watched him quickly disappear from his field of vision within three seconds, and slowly raised his hand to pinch the earring.

The earring was snapped off, and the dumb silver ring lay in the palm of his hand, fresh blood mixed with the previous scab.

This is the third time the old gap in the earlobe has split open.

Yan Sheng walked to Lao Zheng's desk, tore off a piece of paper, and left Lao Zheng a casual request for leave——

Hospital, 7:40-10:00

Geese

"Shi Yujie——"

The north playground was empty.

He Zhonghe ran too fast just now, his heart was beating fast, he was holding his breath in his chest, and his diaphragm swelled with his breathing, causing severe pain.

He braced his arms against the wall, pressed his forehead against his forearm, and tried to catch his breath.

Touch the sports bracelet to measure the heart rate.

149bpm.

If you run a few more steps, you may die suddenly on the playground.

Shi Yujie is not here, nor are Zhao Chen and others.

He Zhonghe regretted that he didn't go back to the classroom to get his cell phone first. He couldn't run anymore, and he still couldn't get in touch with anyone.

The more anxious the heart beats, the more chaotic it becomes.

"He Zhonghe!" Suddenly someone shouted from behind.

"I'm going to fuck Erhao!" He Zhonghe saw that there were two people behind Wu Hao, walking in a hurry, his heart sank.

"You're really here," Wu Hao ran over, stuffed He Zhonghe's cell phone into his pocket, and pulled his arm involuntarily, "Shi Yujie is in the city hospital, I'll take you there."

He Zhonghe's mind buzzed, and he tried his best to keep up with Wu Hao: "What's going on?"

"The situation of being beaten." Wu Hao said, "Zhao Chen's gang are so good at beating, they dare to use any trick. Shi Yujie suffered a concussion, two broken ribs, and some minor injuries that need to be stitched."

Only the emergency room of the city hospital was open at night. An ambulance was parked in front of the door, and several doctors were rushing down to carry the patient, surrounded by family members who were crying and howling.

He Zhonghe didn't dare to watch this kind of scene, so he dragged Wu Hao and the other two people in through the side door.

The waiting hall is full of patients, standing, squatting, lying down, wheelchairs, men, women, young and old, and no one has a good-looking expression on their faces. The emergency room is such a place that means misfortune.

When He Zhonghe pushed open the door of the ward, Shi Yujie was lying on the bed with dull eyes, his head was wrapped with gauze, his chest was wrapped with a fixing belt, and his face was covered with sterile stickers. His whole body was white.

"You go back first. It's time to check people for evening self-study." He Zhonghe said to Wu Hao and the three, "Thank you for today, and I invite you to dinner during the summer vacation."

He Zhonghe circled him several times: "Are you still dizzy? Where does it hurt?"

Shi Yujie sniffed, and spoke in a slightly aggrieved tone: "It hurts everywhere."

"My mother..." He Zhonghe felt distressed and furious. The other party did take advantage of it, but the beating was too hard, and there was nothing to be excused for being aggrieved, "Is it all finished?"

"The sewing is finished." Shi Yujie patted the edge of the bed with his still intact hand, motioning him to sit down, "It's all small holes, a total of thirty needles."

Before, Shi Yujie and He Zhonghe often fought outside, but He Zhonghe's technical style and Shi Yujie's reckless style complement each other quite well. At least He Zhonghe never let his brothers break their bones and stitches.

"...Baby." He Zhonghe frowned, and wanted to hug him and pat him now, but Shi Yujie's ribs were still broken.

"Don't be like this, it's disgusting." Shi Yujie let out a sigh of relief, "Think about the good, I don't have to end the exam."

"Stupid|crazy." He Zhonghe lightly touched his fixing belt, "What about taking a shower."

"I can't wash it. It's July. I think I'll be smelly all over by the day after tomorrow. The kind that will wither my nose if I smell it." Shi Yujie asked, "He'er, you can't dislike me."

"I don't fucking dislike you. I can pick you up with bare hands even if you fall into the cesspit." He Zhonghe sighed, and slowly leaned his head against the railing of the iron bed, his forehead was cold, "I shouldn't have..."

"Stop." Shi Yujie interrupted him, "I know, it's useless if you don't talk about it. If we don't talk about it, have you forgotten how many times you blocked me before? When did I not cause trouble for you?" Follow along to clean up the mess?"

"I'm so touched." He Zhonghe nodded, "My son has grown up."

"I was your mother a few days ago, but now I'm your son again, can you change your gender and age?" Shi Yujie smiled for a while, then slapped his thigh suddenly as if thinking of something, and grinned for a long time, "Guess what I was doing just now?" Who did the ENT look at?"

"Who?"

"You are at the same table."

"Fuck, isn't it so irresistible to be beaten? I wondered if he looked stronger than me?" He Zhonghe was shocked, and he sent Yan Sheng to the hospital with just a few gesticulations in the classroom?

Shi Yujie raised his eyebrows, and stroked his ear with his hand, "This side of the ear, stitch."

He Zhonghe breathed a sigh of relief: "That was his previous injury, not me."

"Damn, you two really fought today." Shi Yujie said, "I'll watch and think about it from behind, this guy really knows how to fight."

"I'm a little bit convinced now, the rumor that something got into trouble." He Zhonghe touched the corners of his eyes, the cheekbones were already swollen, and it was burning hot when he touched it.

"'Do you also believe that kind of rumor?'" Shi Yujie imitated his previous words, "It's a slap in the face."

"From the second grade in high school to the present, I have changed my view of this brother again and again." He Zhonghe sighed.

When I went to help Shi Yujie pay the hospitalization fee, there were no fewer people in the waiting room, and the ambulance was still parked at the door, with red and blue lights flashing alternately.

Many people were queuing up in front of the self-service payment machine, and He Zhonghe found a chair to sit down.

From the tossing in the afternoon to now, I am a little hungry.

There is a 24-hour self-service supermarket next to it. He Zhonghe took a visual inspection and estimated that it would take half an hour for this group of people to line up.

When he came out with a bag of snacks, he first sent it to Shi Yujie, and then returned to the hall with a bag of bread.

Sitting in the lobby and eating, it's amazing.

There was a feeling of eating with disinfectant and germs. He Zhonghe took a few mouthfuls and felt that the pores of the bread in his hand were full of germs.

...you can throw it away.

But I'm really hungry. Although this is a germ bread, you can see that it exudes bursts of wheat...

He Zhonghe was staring at the bread and frowning, when suddenly a person stood in front of him.

The school uniform pants are from Huitan No. [-] Middle School.

He Zhonghe looked up.

Then he saw Yan Sheng stretch out the milk in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yansheng had sterile stickers on his ears, his hair was a little messy, the waiting room was crowded and hot, and the collar of his school uniform was open to his chest, with a smooth line from his chin to his neck.

Looking up from this angle, it's quite... sexy.

He Zhonghe slapped himself in the head, took the milk from his hand: "Thank you."

The milk is strawberry flavored and comes in a pink box.

He Zhonghe turned the milk around in his hand before poking his mouth.

It was so sweet that I almost spit it back down the straw.

"Where is it hurt?" Yan Sheng sat next to He Zhonghe, poked open another carton of milk, and asked him.

Sitting together in school, the flames of war raged, but in the hospital they could live in harmony.

"No, I'll come and see Shi Yujie and listen to his funeral." The atmosphere between the two subtly eased, and He Zhonghe couldn't help but play tricks, "Fuck, your milk is too sweet, it's for a six-year-old little girl." If you are a girl, people will call you your mother."

"Isn't it because you're choking?" Yan Sheng said.

"I'm choking, I..." He Zhonghe quickly clicked his eyelids a few times, and his eyes almost rolled into the sky. He recalled his posture and demeanor just now, "I was fucking thinking, do you understand thinking! I think that The bread has been taken over by viruses and disinfectant, and I'm thinking about giving it up."

"Oh." Yan Sheng responded perfunctorily, "It makes sense."

"Are you in a good mood after the fight with me? I noticed that you seem to talk too much." He Zhonghe sat up straight and squinted at him.