I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

The dean who was buried behind the chopping board looked up, "Look at your dark circles in the mirror, and then guess how people can tell that you went to bed late."

"..." Wen Yu took another big gulp of milk and said vaguely, "You're right."

Wen Yu returned to the classroom before the class bell rang, because the class was about to start, the ventilation windows were closed, and the only cold air in the room was warmed by the body temperature of dozens of people.

Wen Yu leaned his butt against the stool, pulled down the zipper of the school uniform for most of the way, and then fanned the air by the collar.

"Hot?" The tablemate and only friend Fang Yang leaned forward and asked.

"Not hot, stuffy." Just as Wen Yu finished speaking, the girl in the front seat sneezed.

"Open it a bit." Fang Yang put his hand on the edge of the window.

"never mind."

Wen Yu's voice was a little louder when he said this, and the noisy classroom finally found her presence, and it was instantly quieter.

The girls at the front table chatted in silence, turning their heads to glance at her from time to time.

Wen Yu has long been used to this kind of eyes like watching a theater. On the surface, this group of people are terrified of her, but in fact they often mock her and belittle her in private.

Nouveau riche, well-connected household, violent/violent, how to exaggerate.

But as long as she didn't say it to her face, Wen Yu would pretend she didn't know. To be honest, she still agreed with the nouveau riche. If her mother, Ms. Wen Liu, hadn't found her a rich stepdad, she wouldn't be where she is today. life.

So she is also content, and has always been very polite to Jiang Jiacheng.

Following the surrounding environment, Fang Yang's voice was suppressed, as if whispering, "Were you caught by Song Qiulin at the door this morning?"

Wen Yu rubbed his nose, "All the deduction slips have been sent to the class, what do you think?"

Fang Yang rolled his eyes around her face, and after seeing nothing displeased, he asked again, "Are you two having a conflict? I heard that a boy next to me was scolded and cried."

"What are you talking about?" Wen Yu didn't know why, "The freshman cried so much that I couldn't understand it. I just said that I didn't bring the school card and he cried. I'm still wronged. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be late for so long , and was fined to stand.”

"Oh...that's it." Fang Yang retracted his neck, "Then what's going on with Song Qiulin, I think you two talked again at the door just now."

"I didn't say anything. At most, she asked which yu is "Yu". Nine out of ten people who want to remember my name must ask this." Wen Yu took out the book of the first class from his desk pocket.

"That's good." Fang Yang patted her, "You can provoke anyone, Song Qiulin must not move, her family..."

Hearing her mysterious tone, Wen Yu turned to look at her, Fang Yang stretched out a finger and pointed upwards.

"What? Domineering CEO, the kind that can bankrupt my family with just one word from Tianliang Wang?" Wen Yu smiled indifferently.

Fang Yang panicked when he saw her expression, "Are you really married to her?"

Wen Yu smiled and said, "When have you ever seen me take the initiative to make trouble with someone?"

Those who had a problem with her were all those who rushed to her to find fault, and refused to accept it after being taught by Jiang Jiang.

"I'm serious, the class group exploded, saying that you were arrested by the teaching director and scolded in the office because of Song Qiulin, and you will definitely take revenge on her when you come out."

Wen Yu really admired the imagination of these people, but he didn't specify what he did when he went to the dean, "Let them tell."

Saying this loudly attracted a lot of attention, Wen Yu put on a smile on his face, and leaned lazily on the table behind him, "What's so good about it, my face is as good as a book."

A few thin-skinned girls burned their faces and quickly turned back and lay down on the table.

Seeing that Wen Yu really didn't mean to trouble Song Qiulin, Fang Yang breathed a sigh of relief for her, and changed the subject, "I will change the winter time schedule tomorrow, and I will make a copy for you."

She pushed over a piece of paper with a watch on it, Wen Yu said thank you, and looked down, "What's the difference?"

"Early and half an hour late for self-study."

"Really?" Wen Yu's eyes lit up.

"Why are you happy? This means that we have to eat half an hour late for lunch, and half an hour late for self-study and school."

"We day students are not forced to participate in evening self-study, as long as we can sleep more in the morning." Wen Yu was still excited, and after a while, he thought of something, took out his mobile phone, and Fang Yang said, "Look at it for me."

Fang Yang looked at the teacher on the podium, "I'm writing, hurry up."

Wen Yu nodded, logged on to his account and moved the live broadcast time in the bulletin board back by half an hour.

Putting away her phone, she took out her notebook and planned to copy Fang Yang's class schedule. After a long pause, she narrowed her eyes in embarrassment.

Fang Yang has a good heart, but the handwriting is too ugly for her to bear.

It took a long time before he took out a black pen from the deepest part of the table. When his eyes followed the tip of the pen to the white paper, Wen Yu frowned.

My head is dizzy, and my fingers are a little hard to hold...

Suppressing the feeling of dizziness, I continued to copy, but the words standing in rows in my sight became as blurred as if they were smashed together and then mixed with water.

The sound of my own breathing beside my ears became louder and louder, and the plop in my chest became more intense.

With a sharp pain, Wen Yu threw away the pen, his face turned pale, and then he slowly arched his body, his right hand covering his chest, and the veins on the back of his white hand suddenly popped up.

Fang Yang next to him asked worriedly, "What's wrong, my stomach hurts?"

"Maybe I caught a cold, just now." Wen Yu went on and moved his hand down, as if covering his stomach.

Fang Yang hurriedly reported to the teacher, "Teacher, Wen Yu is not feeling well and needs to go to the infirmary."

Before the teacher on the stage could nod his head, Wen Yu had already disappeared.

Fang Yang is behind: "Hey! You don't want paper..."

……

The class bell rang, but Song Qiulin didn't rush back to the classroom. He leaned against the toilet wall, took out his phone from his pocket and slid it.

Click on an app, open that person's dynamics in the only attention, and scroll to the bottom but can't find a picture similar to a selfie.

Tapping her finger on the screen, the page automatically refreshed, and she noticed with sharp eyes that the live broadcast time on the bulletin board had changed.

From 09:30 p.m. to [-] p.m.

To be honest, this didn't affect her much. She usually doesn't go up to listen to the live broadcast until eleven o'clock in the evening, but today...

His train of thought was interrupted in the middle, and a man in a hoodie hurried in, glanced at Song Qiulin who was standing next to the door, and couldn't even think about her, a good student who didn't rush to class, but leaned against the toilet and pretended to be defiant. What kind of mentality is it to play with a mobile phone in a posture, just asking impatiently, "Are you going to the bathroom?"

Song Qiulin shook his head and made room for her.

Wen Yu didn't go in, but pointed to the door, and supported the wall with one hand, "Get out quickly if you don't go in."

She spoke very fast, and tried to disguise her tone as fierce, but it seemed that she had difficulty in articulating the words. Coupled with her pale face, she looked very powerless.

Song Qiulin stood up straight, staring at her opening and closing mouth, still motionless in that posture.

A girl in the cubicle came out after going to the toilet, and saw the two people who were confronting each other, her face was as white as snow, and she ran out through the crack of the door as if fleeing.

"Why don't you move?" Wen Yu anxiously began to use his hands, pushing Song Qiulin's waist, "Get out quickly, I'm in a hurry!"

Song Qiulin grasped the hand that was pushing him, and pulled it aside, but stopped halfway because of the unexpected cold touch in the palm of his hand.

"Don't touch me..." Wen Yu's strength seemed to be taken away by her pulling her so hard, and the sound of her own wheezing breathing resounded in her head. She could only lean on Song Qiulin's body spinelessly, and slumped to the ground. kneel.

"What's wrong with you." Song Qiulin helped her up, but found that she didn't have any strength to support her body, and she was limp. "I'll take you to the infirmary."

"No, don't!" Wen Yu, who was panting with his eyes closed, opened them suddenly, with his palms pressed to his throat, almost rubbing his skin red, before he choked out a sentence, "Medicine, just take the medicine, don't go to the infirmary... ... don't go..."

One second before losing consciousness, Wen Yu had only one thought in his head - he shouldn't have run on the stairs just now...

The person who had been picking on him at the school gate not long ago suddenly lost consciousness and fell into his arms, leaving Song Qiulin in a daze for a while.

But she still reacted quickly, opened Wen Yu's right hand whose nails turned blue, and took out a white medicine bottle.

There is no word on the bottle, and it is impossible to tell what kind of medicine it is, but 10 to 15 pills at a time are written with a black marker.

……

Most of the class was over, but Wen Yu didn't come back.

The teacher teaching on the stage became suspicious, "Is it going to the bathroom or skipping class, and I haven't come back for so long."

Fang Yang was also in a hurry, if it was okay to skip class, she would sit next to Wen Yu, and she could really see her painful expression, it didn't look like she was pretending.

It won't be an accident...

"Teacher, I'll go and have a look." She volunteered to raise her hand, but was called back by the teacher. She turned her head and pointed to the girls sitting in the first row, "The study committee will go and have a look."

……

I don't know how long it took, just as Wen Yu opened her eyelids, she first touched her chest and then took a breath carefully. After successfully completing a whole set of breathing movements, she stood up with confidence.

"Be careful." Someone helped her up.

Wen Yu shook off her hand, stretched out his hand to support himself, and hit the board before his arm was straightened, only to realize that he was staying in the toilet cubicle, and the toilet seat under him was the only "seat" in the entire toilet.

She said not to go to the infirmary, but...what's the difference between sitting on the ground and sitting on the ground now?

"You..." Wen Yu adjusted his expression and raised his eyes to test Song Qiulin's attitude.

Song Qiulin's eyes were clear, and he handed the medicine bottle back to her casually, "If you have any physical problems, I suggest you go to the hospital."

"Thank you." Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and took it over, "Old problem, it will be cured after taking medicine."

Song Qiulin stood silently.

Wen Yu swallowed her saliva, being stared at by Song Qiulin in such a silent way, she always felt stripped naked, which made her at a loss as to what to do, the main reason was that this person was like a plague god, holding the door motionless and blocking her only escape route. plug up.

The toilet cubicle is not that big, and it has to be stuffed with two people.

"Aren't you... class? Let's go." Wen Yu stood up, raised his arms but couldn't do anything, "Give way."

Song Qiulin leaned against the door panel, took out his mobile phone from his pocket with one hand, glanced down at the time, "Well, go ahead for another 5 minutes and get out of class will be over."

Then go away quickly!

Wen Yu stared at the indifferent person in front of him.

"Wen Yu, are you there?" The study committee member walked in, looking through the toilet cubicles one by one.

"In-bang!"

There was a huge impact on the door panel, and it was impossible for the study committee member not to hear it so close. She hurriedly approached the cubicle where the sound came from, and knocked on the door: "Wen Yu, the teacher asked me to come to you."

"Well, it's me, what's wrong?"

"No." Asked by her confidently, the study committee member subconsciously shook his head, and then reacted, "The teacher said you spent too much time in the toilet, so worry about something happening to you."

"Oh, I'm fine, let's go." Wen Yu said calmly.

"it is good……"

When the two were talking, Song Qiulin was being pressed against the wall by Wen Yu covering her mouth. She lowered her eyes and her eyes fell on Wen Yu's nervous face. She was obviously half a head shorter than herself, but she insisted on standing on tiptoe to do this awkwardly. Actions.

Because Wen Yu got too close at once, so close that she smelled of shower gel with a faint fragrance of coconut milk, which could clearly radiate from the half of her collar that she pulled open for Song Qiulin to smell.

Wen Yu didn't notice this, and still tilted his head to listen to the footsteps of people outside. Song Qiulin's gaze passed behind her ear, passed by the white pinna and landed on a scar on the side of her neck.

Very regular round, surrounded by dark, smoke scars.

She took a look and looked back, her face calm as usual.