After the rain

Qi Kun was pushed and staggered again, his head hit the compartment door with a loud noise, his head was dizzy for a moment, and before he had time to turn back to block, the palm that raised the strong wind had already fallen.

If this slap was real, it might even knock out teeth.

Song Qikun's eyes widened in panic, his breath was caught in his throat, and his eyes were dark for a moment.

The expected scene did not appear.

Fang Zhengyang's hand was firmly held by Shen Yan in mid-air, and he was in a stalemate and could no longer move forward.

Shen Yan's arm was not half as thick as Fang Zhengyang's, but his strength was not inferior to him at all. His fingers clenched his wrist tightly, almost cutting into the flesh, and the surrounding skin was pushed out of wrinkles.

"Do you want to break your hand too?" Shen Yan's voice was so cold that there was no warmth at all, his face was gloomy like water, and his pure black pupils seemed to expand a little more, condensing a frightening coldness and hostility, making him look Like a cruel and merciless ghost.

Fang Zhengyang was suffering from pain, and his distorted face became uglier. Unable to break free, he raised his other hand and waved it, and raised his knee as if to kick.

"Teacher! Don't be impulsive!" Duan Zheng yelled, rushed over and hugged his arm and pulled it back desperately, blushing and roaring thickly: "Don't just be fucking dumb! Come here and help pull him away!! "

Several boys hurried forward to help, but Shen Yan refused to let go. Fang Zhengyang's palm, whose blood flow was blocked by him, gradually turned blue.

Duan Zheng was one head and two big, afraid that he would really break Fang Zhengyang's hand: "Brother Shen, let go, let go!"

"Let go of me! Don't stop me! I won't be able to swallow this breath if I don't kill this little bastard today!" Fang Zhengyang yelled, spitting out loudly.

Duan Zheng was elbowed several times by him, and he scolded his mother in pain: "Fuck me! Why is this fucking more stubborn than a cow!"

The scene was chaotic, Song Qikun's ears were ringing from the high-decibel roar and his own violent heartbeat, he stretched out his hand to break Shen Yan's fingers, and approached his ear to persuade him nicely: "Baby, let go first, be good, first!" let go……"

Shen Yan slowly moved his eyeballs, as if waking up from a certain state. The moment he relaxed, Song Qikun held his fingers, half-embracing him and took a few steps back to distance himself from Fang Zhengyang.

"Does your head hurt?" He asked in a low voice.

Song Qikun's eyes turned hot, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt, I'm fine, I'm fine... Be good, calm down for a while."

"Fang Zhengyang! What are you doing!" The vice-principal couldn't bear it anymore, pointing at Fang Zhengyang who still refused to stop, and said sharply: "Your son is still lying on the ground unconscious! You don't come to worry about him, but he looks like a crazy person here Crazy! You still attack the students! Look at what you look like now! Do you look like a father? Do you look like a teacher? Are you ashamed of yourself?!"

"Fuck you! I don't need you to teach me a lesson! I can't do anything to him after he tossed my son like that?! Put your mother's shit on!" Fang Zhengyang's eyes were red, and his reason was seeing Fang You's miserable appearance It was burned to ashes by the anger.

He glared at Shen Yan viciously: "I tell you! If anything happens to my son, I will make you pay for it!"

Shen Yan looked back at him indifferently, without any fear in his eyes, his temper was tougher than bones, and his attitude was arrogant: "He deserves it."

"..."

The mentality of Fang Zhengyang and the vice principal exploded, while the others were stunned.

The former became even more frenzied, with unscrupulous words and filthy words, wishing to pounce on him and cut him alive, his face was particularly ferocious, as if he had suddenly lost his mind.

The latter turned his head and said fiercely: "You don't have to say a few words! You are justified in beating someone?!"

If the ambulance hadn't arrived, the farce would have ended, and other school leaders went upstairs with the medical staff, dismissed the students who were blocking the door and put Fang You on the stretcher without any risk.

Fang Zhengyang finally turned off the fire temporarily, and hurriedly followed out.

There were only a few people in the bathroom, and without the sharp noise, the sound of the water at the sink became clearer.

Shen Yan stood quietly beside Song Qikun, the knuckles of the hand hanging by his side were red, and it felt cold even to breathe, only the place touched by him was warm.

The vice-principal went over to turn off the faucet, and asked in a cold voice, "Shen Yan, class one (17) in high school, right?"

Shen Yan didn't speak, Song Qikun answered for him: "Yes."

The vice principal frowned: "I didn't ask you."

Song Qikun asked: "Teacher, he is not emotionally stable yet, can I talk to him for a while? Just a few minutes."

"Are you his friend?"

"Well, we have a good relationship."

The vice-principal seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth but closed it again, and finally he only dropped three words before turning around and walking out.

"10 minutes."

The other two teachers followed suit, leaving room for them.

"Baby." Song Qikun's eyes showed worry, and his voice was soft: "Are you hurt?"

Shen Yan shook her head, leaning into his arms to hug him, her forehead resting on her shoulder, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Feeling him trembling slightly, Song Qikun's heart ached and his throat tightened: "Why do you apologize?"

Shen Yan fell into a long silence, and when his patience was about to run out, he opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, speaking extremely slowly, it was an uneasy and humble prayer.

"I haven't been like this for a long time, please don't hate me."

Song Qikun was stunned.

48. Truth

The sunlight leaped into the room silently, falling on the solid wood coffee table by the window, embracing the pot of succulent growing happily, watching everything that happened in the office silently.

"Tell me, why did you hit someone?" The vice-principal never let go of his frown, and emphasized with a serious face: "Say it well, to be honest, if you continue to speak rudely, I will send you to the police station to talk."

All eyes were on Shen Yan, and when he confessed, he calmly reached into his pocket and took out a mobile phone.

"..."

Song Ye almost couldn't bear to look directly at him, he breathed heavily on his chest, and thought sadly, didn't the child think he was wrong enough? ?

"It's my fault to beat someone up. I accept any punishment." Shen Yan was expressionless, raised his eyes to look directly at the vice principal, and bit every word clearly and forcefully: "But Song Qikun is not wrong."

Why did it suddenly involve Song Qikun?Everyone was at a loss.

Shen Yan turned the volume of the phone to the maximum and played a piece of audio. The content was a conversation between two people. The sound was dull and distorted but it didn't hinder the hearing. He was [-]% sure that the protagonists were Fang You and Yang Zhiyi.

"...Are you sure our matter will not be found out?" Yang Zhiyi's tone was weak.

Fang You was a little impatient: "Fuck, why are you still afraid now?"

"Last night, Fu Yuting came to ask me about the notebook."

"What did she ask you?"

"Just asked me if I lent it to others, and asked me if I noticed the missing content of the notes when I was reviewing... I think Song Qikun should have discovered something."

Fang You sneered disdainfully: "What can he find out? One page is missing in the notebook? That is the content of his cheating cheat sheet? Do you think these two pieces of evidence are of any use other than to beat him to death for cheating? Or do you mean Are you going to tell him - you tore up the notes, you put the note, and Fang You planned and ordered you to do the whole thing?"

"...I have no plans for that."

"That's it, they will never find anything from the surveillance, as long as you don't tell me, who the hell will know?"

Yang Zhiyi responded weakly: "Yes."

Fang You sneered: "The bald head and the old catfish are still trying to protect him, so I just want to ruin his reputation."

Yang Zhiyi didn't speak, and said a few minutes later: "Are you okay? The award presentation is almost over."

"Are you fucking urging your life? It will be ready soon!"

Then the sound of flushing water sounded, and the recording ended here.

It was clear what happened next.

After the audio was played, there was complete silence in the office, and every teacher's expression was exceptionally exciting, especially the two who were nicknamed insultingly by Fang You. At this moment, they felt like eating flies that had crawled through shit.

Shen Yan stubbornly reiterated: "Song Qikun didn't cheat, he was framed."

The vice-principal walked around restlessly with his hands behind his back, and he kept preaching: "Even if this is the case, then you...you can't hit people, and you hit people so hard, people who don't know will think you have some blood feud .”

"Yes! The behavior of those two people is indeed very bad! They should be punished! But since you have such important evidence, you can completely hand it over to the teacher. The school will naturally give Song Qikun justice and return his innocence. What are you doing? Do you have to kill one thousand enemies and beat yourself up to eight hundred, and make things so serious?"

"It's all right now. You have to pay for medical expenses, and you have to appease the parents. You have to be criticized and punished. Maybe the police will intervene... In short, you can't get anywhere! Don't know how to use your brain to weigh the pros and cons? How can you be so stupid?!"

Shen Yanping calmly listened to his scolding, without changing his expression, and said softly, "I didn't hit hard."

The vice-principal was smoking from the top of his head, and felt that he was unreasonable: "Isn't that called a heavy hand?! Look at those two people, one has a broken hand and is injured all over the body! The other is bleeding from the head and unconscious! Tell me it's not called Heavy hand?"

"Yang Zhiyi's injury was caused by him rolling down the stairs, Fang You..." Shen Yan paused for a few seconds, and frowned in disgust, "He's dizzy with blood."

Vice-principal and other teachers: "..."

As if to prove the authenticity of his words, the teacher who followed the wounded to the hospital called at this time and said that both of them were fine. serious