I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

A teacher walked out of the office and pointed at Wen Yu, "Are you a transfer student? You move so slowly, don't hurry up and go back to the classroom and prepare to disturb others by making loud noises in the corridor!"

After speaking, a figure rushed out of the office. It was the head teacher of Class [-] who had just learned that there was a commotion in the classroom. He saw Song Qiulin beside Wen Yu, and paused, "Is it Qiu Lin from Class [-]?"

Song Qiulin nodded.

"Teacher, I'm a witness! The other party did it first! Look." Wen Yu spoke out first, and she raised Song Qiulin's bloody hand, "Her hand."

The head teacher of the fourth class has an ugly face. Who doesn't know that Song Qiulin is the treasure in the principal's hands, the hope of the competition, this precious right hand that should be used to write the questions... just like that, he was injured by the gangsters in his class .

"Then Qiulin, come with me, I'll talk to you two."

Wen Yu raised her studious little hand, and spoke righteously, "Teacher, Qiulin said that she was in a hurry to go to class, so she couldn't delay it."

The head teacher glanced at his watch, "That's right, is your hand injured seriously? How about I accompany you to the infirmary first?"

Song Qiulin shook his head, "It's not serious, I'll go back to the classroom first."

"Eh... eh, good."

Wen Yu walked into class one with her schoolbag in her arms, and Song Qiulin put the two books on her desk.

"The next section is Chinese, and the third and fourth sections are all about physics." It happened to be the two books she took, so Wen Yu didn't have to search for them anymore.

Wen Yu sat down, looked around at the quiet students who were preparing their textbooks, and said in a low voice, "I think the people in your class are better now, at least I'm not life-threatening."

"What's the matter?" Two heads were poked from behind, looking back and forth at Wen Yu's deskmate from left to right, "What happened when you went to Class [-] just now, tell me!"

"It's nothing."

"Then Fang Yang sent me a message asking me to help appease the new classmate." After Tang Yi finished speaking, he turned his head and greeted Wen Yu, "Hello, my name is Tang Yi, we met in the back street."

Zhang Youyuan continued, "My name is Zhang Youyuan. We've met each other before, and I'm also in the back street."

"Hello." Wen Yu nodded, and then said to Tang Yi, "You have alcohol and Band-Aids, please borrow them."

"Yes, yes..." Tang Yi took out the bag and handed it to her, "But how do you know?"

A hand stretched out from the side to take something from Tang Yi's hand, "I said so."

"Wow!" Zhang Youyuan's eyes lit up, and his tone was excited, "You two shook hands and made peace?"

Song Qiulin concentrated on treating the wound and ignored it.

The gossip duo cast their expectant eyes on Wen Yu.

"Cough!" Wen Yu turned his face away, and leaned closer to Song Qiulin's direction, "Let me help you, one hand is not convenient."

"Thank you."

"...Cut." The two sat back on the stool with bored faces.

Song Qiulin's hands were bleeding more than Wen Yu thought, and there were many dark blood clots accumulated around the wound.

She carefully wiped it with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol little by little, and her obstructive hair was pulled behind her ears, and she was afraid that she might not be able to see carefully, so she bent down and brought her face closer to the wound, squinting.

"Take a look, does it hurt? Are there any wooden thorns stuck in it?"

When Wen Yu spoke, there would be cool air spraying on Song Qiulin's hands, it was so soft and light, it made people want to reach out and hold something.

"It doesn't hurt."

Song Qiulin looked down at her, a pair of slender and trembling eyelashes under the smooth forehead were like light butterfly wings, as if she would disturb her if she made a slight movement, and flapped away.

Inexplicably, she followed Wen Yu's cautious look and held her breath lightly.

"That's good." Wen Yu heaved a sigh of relief, staring at the red wound.

puff- puff-

"Hiss..." The heart beat inexplicably fast.

Song Qiulin, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Wen Yu shook his head, the red in his vision became brighter and brighter, a little dazzling.

She didn't realize that her pupils were shrinking extremely at this time, shrinking like the vertical pupils of a cat.

Domestic cats still retain the wildness of carnivorous animals, such a fresh and violent smell of blood, even a cat would be excited, but Wen Yu is completely unconscious at this time.

She could vaguely sense that her body was undergoing strange changes unconsciously, but she couldn't figure out the specific reason. She even maintained a dubious attitude towards what happened last night, completely unable to connect the abnormality of her body with it.

"Tissue." Wen Yu stared blankly at the blood-stained tissue, "Let me throw it away for you."

Before Song Qiulin could answer, she grabbed the bloody paper balls, turned around and walked towards the trash can at the back of the classroom.

Song Qiulin followed her and turned around, but saw the girl standing by the trash can, holding the tissue paper motionless.

"Wen Yu?"

"what!"

Wen Yu was taken aback, and turned around with a panicked expression of being caught doing something bad.

Song Qiulin pointed to the tissue.

"Ah? Oh! Throw away..."

The head teacher of Class [-] is very efficient at this time. The big recess on Monday is used for the morning meeting. When the last one of Class [-] arrives at the playground, the sharp-eyed Wen Yu is on the left side of the main stage, keenly spotting the boy from Class [-] figure.

"Song Qiulin." Wen Yu poked at her, "Do you think the one in his hand is a self-criticism?"

Song Qiulin took off his glasses and couldn't see clearly in the distance, but he nodded in response to her words, "Yeah."

Wen Yu smiled and said, "Let him pretend, the car is completely overturned now."

After the 5-minute leader's speech, the gangsters of the fourth class were the first to be rushed to the stage.

The self-criticism seemed to be freshly released. He read it in a hurry, and he couldn't even read it smoothly according to the paper.

"October NO.15, Qing, today I did something wrong, very wrong, very wrong, that is..."

It was very hard for the gangster to stutter and read at the top, but it was even harder for Wen Yu to hold back his laughter at the bottom.

"Song Qiulin hahahahahahahaha...I Cao...hahahahaha, did you hear that, it's sunny on a certain month and a certain day, that's the number of words. I haven't written a composition like this since elementary school, my god."

Her face was flushed, half of her body was leaning on Song Qiulin's shoulder, and she was the only one in the straight line who was obviously crooked.

The patrolling teacher standing at the front of the line was keenly aware of the movement behind him, and raised his finger to Wen Yu with a stern face, with a strong sense of warning.

It's a pity that Wen Yu, who was laughing vigorously, didn't notice it at all.

"Hush." ​​Song Qiulin lowered his eyes, covered her mouth with his right hand, lowered his head halfway, as if coaxing a child, "Keep your voice down, the teacher is watching."

"Oh……"

It's a pity that she didn't hold back for long, and soon laughed again, this time even Song Qiulin was laughed out loud.

On the stage: "I shouldn't have openly clashed with Song Qiulin from class one in the classroom...Why, why did I suffer more serious injuries than her, and it turned out that I was here to do my self-criticism! It's not her I'm going to smash."

"Pfft—hahahahahaha"

This time it wasn't just Wen Yu, but everyone around him laughed. The teacher on the stage had a livid face and waved his hands to crush him off the stage.

"I can't even read the self-criticism, it's embarrassing."

During the lunch break, the boarding students returned to their dormitories, the commuting students were doing their homework in the classroom, and Wen Yu was playing with his mobile phone openly with his legs shaking.

"What are you playing?" Zhang Youyuan poked his head, "Eating chicken? Let's go together, we just need someone."

Wen Yu raised his hand and held the phone screen to her, "Gobang, I don't know how to eat chicken."

"What, Sister Song doesn't play, and neither do you."

Wen Yu glanced at the person who was sleeping in the morning, and paused for a moment at her long and slender wrist protruding from her sleeve before taking it back.

"Wen Yu." The deputy squad leader came back from the outside and walked to Wen Yu's side and whispered, "The head teacher asked you to go to the office."

"Oh." Wen Yu stood up.

By the way... who is the head teacher of class one?I always feel that she seems to have heard Fang Yang say that Jiang Jiang said that she is an English teacher, so...

"Close the door." The person who buried his head in the pile of test papers raised his head, and that face was the last thing Wen Yu wanted to see.

"Old—cough! Teacher Chen." The old witch's real name is Chen Mei.

"Yeah." Calling her to the side, Chen Mei looked at her and asked, "Did you have an argument with Teacher Yang in the classroom this morning?"

"Ah."

"Reason." She knocked on the table, staring up at Wen Yu, not intending to let go of her small expression.

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Tell me the truth?" The old hag exhaled, "Do you think it's interesting to do such a thing to make the teacher unable to step down in public?"

"Then, Mr. Chen, do you think that a qualified teacher can have preconceived notions and sarcasm about students who have never met in person?"

"It's pretty good, let's talk about business." The old witch turned her eyes away and took a stack of papers from the side. "After the morning class, you should also know that the learning progress of class [-] is different from that of class [-]. This is what they have done. Take the passed test paper, take it back and write it to me as soon as possible."

"..." I think I can keep up without writing, if I remove the English.

"I know what you're thinking, but since you've come to the first class, put away that sloppy attitude, no matter how you got up, you'll still go down if you rank lower than 250 in the final exam, it's not something you can just fool around and pass. "

"understood."

"Don't say you know it, but you don't act at all." Chen Mei raised her glasses, "I didn't care about you in Class [-] because I wasn't your class teacher, it's different now, don't play tricks under my nose. "

"..." Sometimes Wen Yu felt that the old witch had the ability to read minds, and could instantly see through her inner thoughts.

"Don't cause trouble in the future. I don't have so much energy to allocate to places other than supervising your studies. If you remember it, go back with your things."

"Oh."

When Wen Yu returned to the classroom, Song Qiulin had already woken up, and was leaning sideways against the wall talking to Tang Yi and Zhang Youyuan. Seeing her coming in through the back door, he kept staring at her with strange eyes.

"What's wrong?" Wen Yu asked, throwing the test paper into the desk pocket.

Zhang Youyuan: "I'm trying to persuade Sister Song to join me in the competition."

"what match."

"O's anchor has a chicken eating competition."

"Cough! Cough cough..." Hearing the familiar letters, Wen Yu almost spit out a mouthful of juice.

Song Qiulin silently handed her a tissue, "Wipe it."

Tang Yi: "The monthly exam is coming soon. You are the one with the problem when you ask someone to participate in some game competition."

Zhang Youyuan: "Anyway, there is a monthly exam every month, but there is only one chance to fulfill me and my idol."

"Idol?"

"If you don't play chicken, you don't know. There is a female anchor on o who is super strong with a steel gun. That's fine. She is also very good-looking and has a good temper. The meme she throws during the live broadcast is also very funny." Zhang Youyuan said As she said, she put her hands on her chin like a girl, "How can there be such a perfect person."

Tang Yi pushed her aside in distaste, "What kind of perfect anchor, is she a scammer? How much money have you invested in her? Last month's overspend was deducted by your mother for pocket money? Forget it soon?"

"You're talking nonsense, sister Yan Ran is different from those anchors."

Wen Yu frowned, "What are you talking about, sister?"

Tang Yi interjected, "You also think her words are nasty, I can't stand sitting next to her every day and listening to her go crazy."

"If you can't stand it, change your position!" Zhang Youyuan elbowed her, and brought the phone to Wen Yu like a treasure, pointing to the person on the screen, "It's her, Li Yanran."

Wen Yu's pupils shrank and his smile stiffened.

What?

The author has something to say: No accidents, Friday V, as usual on that day, three in one big fat chapter

感谢在2019-11-1619:55:36~2019-11-1822:15:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Nian, Mo Xiaochen, drink anything;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of twist; 5 bottles of Hansheng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!