I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

The man didn't expect Wen Yu to play cards so unreasonably. His neck was red with anger, and he pointed to the student committee next to him, "Do you think you are awesome? If you have money and a backer, you can ignore other people's efforts. She! The person who was the most hopeful person to be promoted this time was taken away by you for nothing, don't you feel guilty at all?"

"Playing the emotion card because threats are useless?" Wen Yu smiled mockingly, "But I'm sorry, this place is vacant, and it's vacant. Didn't Class [-] pass the exam for a year and a half?"

She looked at the school committee, "There are so many places, you don't need to panic."

"Ah! People may be able to go up if they work hard, but it's different for others." Wen Yu suddenly raised his hand, as if thinking of something, pointed his index finger in the direction of the boy, and said with a smile: "Aren't you even cheating?" Can't you get into the top two hundred?"

There was a small titter in the classroom. The boy blushed and looked at the girls covering their faces, and then at the school committee members who buried their heads. Instantly, his blood surged up. He grabbed his stool and threw it at Wen Yu.

The boy was very strong, and the solid wood stool made a "swoosh" sound in the air. Wen Yu was startled, but stepped on his foot when he was backing up, and he lost control and fell backwards.

She knew without turning her head that she must be unable to avoid this stool.

"Wow——" There was a neat exclamation from the crowd, and it was only then that Wen Yu noticed that there was an arm on his waist.

When the person stood firm, Song Qiulin let go of his hand, and his eyes fell on Wen Yu's thin shoulders without a trace. Just now, Wen Yu's collar was torn a little, and she saw at a glance that the position of the base of her neck was different from last time, and then is a scar.

And it seems that there is a large area extending down from the shadow covered by the clothes.

Wen Yu blinked slowly, followed the hand holding the stool to see Song Qiulin's cold profile.

"You're fucking crazy!" Wen Yu hugged Song Qiulin's hand anxiously to examine it carefully, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Song Qiulin looked sideways and saw the girl's furrowed eyebrows and her gaze focused on his hands. He felt warm in his heart and comforted softly: "It's okay."

The foot with the iron nails at the base of the wooden stool was confiscated, and Song Qiulin's grasping strength was not weak, and blood gushed out from the tiger's mouth as soon as his hands were loosened.

Wen Yu hurriedly pressed it with his sleeve, but it was stained all over his clothes, "It doesn't hurt yet!"

She glared at the boy standing in the fourth row with red eyes, her eyeballs were bloodshot, and the anger in her eyes was burning.

Xu was frightened by Wen Yu's expression of rushing over to eat people, the boy blinked his eyes obviously guilty, but as if thinking of something, he clenched his fists, raised his chin and opened his throat, "Why are you staring, don't think It’s great to have someone help you, but when you’re on the order, you’ll still be beaten to pieces by me, what kind of school bully, cut! It’s ridiculous! I’m not afraid of them if they’re afraid of you!”

"is it?"

Song Qiulin held Wen Yu behind him with his uninjured hand, lifted the stool slowly with his knuckle hand, pointed in the boy's direction, and said lightly, "Get out of the way."

The onlookers had a very keen sense of crisis. Before she said this, several timid girls had stood up and ran to hide behind the classroom. The boy's surroundings were instantly emptied, and he was the only target left.

The wooden bench flew through the air again, only this time faster and more violently.

Song Qiulin's hit was very accurate, just hitting the boy's shoulder with the foot of the stool, but the impact was too strong, causing him to back up, and he hit the table behind him.

"Fuck! I'm not finished with you!"

He gritted his teeth and rubbed his shoulder, his voice trembling in pain.

Going out with the group of gangsters from the [-]th class has always been more bullying than the less, and has never suffered a disadvantage, and has rarely suffered actual injuries. Naturally, this kind of spoiled body can't bear any pain.

When he stood up with effort, Song Qiulin, who was standing at the door just now, had strode towards him. Before he had time to grab the things around him to defend himself, he was pushed back to the ground with a stool.

Song Qiulin controlled the chair with one hand, with his knees on it, and the exposed iron nails were only a few millimeters away from the side of the boy's legs.

"Endless?" She smiled coldly, adding some strength to her feet, and the nail was instantly inserted into his flesh, "I want to see how you can never end."

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!" A fierce scream came from his broken gong voice, and the boy looked at the people around him with red eyes, "Go and call the teacher! Why are you standing still!"

Song Qiulin's unremarkable eyes became more stern. She lowered her voice and said to him in a low voice, "Try to block her, and I'll beat you to shit right now in front of the whole class."

Such swear words came out of her mouth but were still elegant. She raised her eyes to look at a corner of the crowd, and the corner of her mouth slightly curled up, "It just so happens that the girl you like is also present."

Song Qiulin's speech was not fast, and he spoke every word very seriously. It was definitely not a joke, and the boy also believed that with Song Qiulin's ability, he could definitely do what she said.

Song Qiulin pressed his foot down on the stool, raised his chin slightly, "Apologize."

The boy's face turned pale in an instant, and his hastily looked around in the crowd, finally focusing on Wen Yu's face, and then tremblingly said: "Yes, yes! I'm sorry!"

Wen Yu looked away in disgust, "Spineless."

The boy looked at Song Qiulin imploringly, his emotions had reached a critical point, and the latter didn't make any progress, so he relaxed after saying "I remember what you promised".

"Let's go." The steady voice pressed against Wen Yu's ear, causing her chest to vibrate.

"Wait, let me punch him too!" Wen Yu rubbed his wrist, eager to try.

"Class is coming soon." Song Qiulin's tone was not heavy, but with a lot of strength in his hand, he pressed Wen Yu's shoulder and took him a step back, before whispering, "And you only have a little bit of teeth all over your body. When you have strength, rush forward and prepare to bite someone?"

Wen Yu lowered his head, only to realize that at some point Song Qiulin had packed all the books for her, holding her schoolbag in his left hand.

"your hands……"

"It's okay." Song Qiulin stuffed the schoolbag into her arms and pulled her up with his uninjured hand, "Hurry up and go back to class, don't waste time on such things."

Wen Yu followed her slowly, the movement just now attracted many people to the corridor to watch, but Song Qiulin thought they were winter melons, and led Wen Yu straight out of the "encirclement" without looking sideways.

Wen Yu only gently tugged at the hem of Song Qiulin's school uniform when he reached the empty stairwell.

"Hey."

"Ah."

"I apologize to you for what happened in the morning." Wen Yu lowered his voice, and if he didn't listen carefully, he thought he was muttering to himself, "I don't mean anything else."

"Ah."

"But it's true that you lied to me. You still don't explain when you know that I misunderstood you."

"Ah."

"Then... that is, I will never ask you about your family in the future, but you are not allowed to be a monitor for them and report me behind the scenes." After a pause, Wen Yu raised his voice again, "Don't answer any more 'Mmm'!"

With a slight smile, Song Qiulin turned around and stood on the stairs looking down at her, "Is your imagination too rich?"

"What do you mean."

Song Qiulin leaned over her, his height suppressed and the advantage of the steps, his aura was perfectly suppressed, "Do I look like I have a good relationship with them?"

Wen Yu stared at her beautiful eyelashes for a while, then took a step back uncomfortably, "That's right, you don't seem to talk much."

"Finished?"

"what?"

"Otherwise, how long will we have to stand here with the books in our hands?"

Wen Yu pointed to her hand, "You only took two books, okay?"

Song Qiulin didn't reply, but casually raised his bloody right hand, and Wen Yu's voice was suppressed instantly.

"Let me accompany you to the infirmary."

Song Qiulin turned around, "No need, there are alcohol wipes and bandages in Tang Yi's drawer."

Wen Yu quickly saw through her back from behind, but couldn't get the tone in his heart, so he had to stride to follow, "You have a really bad personality, do you know that!"

"Yeah." Song Qiulin accepted all the orders, "It's a bit."

Without waiting for Wen Yu to reply, she quickly said lightly, "You can try to call Sister Qiulin again, maybe you will rediscover that I am actually a person with a pretty good personality."

"Song Qiulin!"