Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Yin Zihan, who was in mid-air, almost couldn't hold his breath when he heard this sentence. Does this have anything to do with helping others?He tried desperately to deny or admit, his throat was so sore that he couldn't speak, and all he could get out were short, hoarse words.

"Let's go after helping people."

The man just said calmly.

Song Zui put Yin Zihan down with a plop, Yin Zihan fell heavily on the cold ground, and the phone fell out of his pocket immediately.

Yin Zihan lay on the ground, while the boy was away, he reached for the cell phone in front of him, as long as he dialed the number, someone would come to rescue him.

He tried his best to touch the corner of the phone, but before he could hold the phone, the man stepped on his hand coldly.

Yin Zihan had to let go of his hand. When he looked up again, the phone rolled to the side of the trash can, and he couldn't reach it even if he stretched his neck. He belatedly remembered that the two were in the same group. Fortunately, he thought they were kind people. A mouthful of blood spat out from the throat abruptly, and fainted on the ground.

Song Zui didn't notice the movement behind him, he rolled up his sleeve to cover his right hand, and walked out of the alley by memory.

They walked to the station on Baijiu Road, the billboard inside the glass was emitting a non-glare light, and the two waited for the bus in the deserted night wind.

The last bus stopped at the platform, he swiped his student card twice skillfully, and took a seat by the window.

Compared with the closed subway, Song Zui prefers to take the bus. The silver twin towers cut through the skyline of the city, and the lights reflected on the river are as brilliant as daytime. This is the picture he has imagined countless times in the southwest.

He concentrated on looking at the night scene outside the window, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the projection reflected on the glass window. The other party seemed to be looking at him, and that gaze fell on him as if warm.

Fortunately, the car stopped at the platform in Huda, and the man sent him to the dormitory in the North District, saying that he was going to take him or he was going ahead, and when he got downstairs, he waved: "Go up."

The boy's hands in his sleeves were soaked with faint blood, and he was still waving to say goodbye to him, He Shanting lowered his eyes and said, "Stretch out your hands."

Song Zui stretched out his hand subconsciously, and the next second the other party held his hand. Before he could react, he lowered his head and gently licked his bleeding hand.

The tip of the man's tongue touched the slender wrist, licking his wound inch by inch, his mind went blank and he couldn't help holding his breath, his sleepy pupils suddenly dilated.

It was obviously a cold touch, and his skin was hotter than the hot summer wind, his heart was beating uncontrollably, and the back of his ears was burning silently.

"All right."

When the bleeding stops, the opponent stands up straight.

The boy held his hand and walked back to the dormitory. He realized that iodophor should be used to treat the wound, but this small injury was nothing to him.

He opened the door with the key, and Wu Zhen hadn't come back from participating in the club activities, so he went to the balcony and looked out by some mysterious accident.

Song Zui made up his mind to just take a look, but who knew that the man hadn't left yet, their eyes collided in the hot air, as if they could hear the sound of sparks passing by.

He immediately turned his back to the man, but the heart under his chest was beating thumpingly, and the remaining temperature rose from his wrist again.

It was eleven o'clock at night when club activities ended, and the dormitories in the North District were always strictly controlled. Wu Zhen ran all the way back to the dormitory. If he was wearing a small skirt, he would definitely fly up.

When he walked back to the dormitory, Song Zui was sitting on a chair and carefully reading documents on his mobile phone. I don't know if it was his illusion. The young man is not in the right state today. It usually takes two seconds to read a line of text today.

Looking at the young man's narrow and dim screen, Wu Zhen kindly suggested: "It's more convenient to read documents on a tablet."

"No money to buy."

Hearing this sentence, he suddenly remembered that Song Zui could receive the subsidy for poor students. Although he didn't know why the teenager resisted the subsidy, he still didn't say much. An ordinary tablet is still too expensive for poor students.

This thought just popped into Wu Zhen's mind, and the next second the boy took out a tablet from his schoolbag.

He immediately recognized that it was a top-end tablet computer produced by Aurora Company. The minimum memory alone was more than [-] yuan. Wu Zhen's gaze changed instantly when he saw Song Zui. The young master wandered frantically.

Song Zui didn't know what his roommate was thinking, he looked at the extra tablet in his bag suspiciously, wondering who put it in his bag.

A man's outstanding face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, but after thinking that the other party would even use him for the bus fare of two yuan, he quickly suppressed the thought.

He was afraid that someone packed the wrong bag in the library, so he registered the lost and found at the school's message office.

Song Zui wakes up on time at five o'clock in the morning due to the unshakable biological clock.

In summer, the sun shines directly on the northern hemisphere for a long time, and the sunlight penetrates the thick clouds and sprinkles in the sky, just like an oil painting with warm colors.

The sunflowers planted on the balcony were more than half in bloom, and he adjusted the angle according to the wind direction of the sun. He watered the flowers as usual, and they looked beautiful in the wind.

After pouring the water, he played with Song Tiantian for a while. The environment in the dormitory was still too small, and the kitten who was used to living in a big place couldn't move around at all, and his physical strength was much worse than before. After playing for a long time, the puppy panted. While reading a book, he stroked Song Tiantian's chin to comfort him.

Wu Zhen rubbed his eyes and sat up on the bed. Seeing this scene, he felt that the young man really knew how to live, as if he was at home in any place.

Cat toys are more expensive, but Song Zuiran made a cat climbing frame out of discarded wood. There was a girl in the class who wanted to buy it, but it was a pity that the young man was not interested in making money and declined.

In the morning, Song Zui went to the classroom for class, and suddenly the counselor, who was always a good man, told him to go to the office after class, and Wu Zhen who was next to him worriedly asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

The young man buried himself in the book calmly.

"The answer to the last question is wrong."

Wu Zhen: ......... The point is not this

Their counselor usually doesn't care much about asking about their situation, but this is the first time he saw such a serious expression, even he could smell uneasiness standing by the door.

"Nothing."

After class, Song Zui finished reading the last page of the book before putting it away. He took his mobile phone and left the classroom. He walked to the counselor's office alone.

He knocked on the door and walked into the office. When he came in, Yin Zihan's father sat on a chair and asked, "Although my son is ineffective, he was sent to the hospital in the middle of the night for no reason. There must be an explanation for this matter."

The counselor handed over a glass of water: "Calm down first, we will definitely find out the truth of the matter, please rest assured how to deal with it, our school will definitely handle it fairly."

"Xiaohan said that Song Zui beat him. This is the injury appraisal issued by the hospital." Yin Zihan's father glanced at Song Zui, "Such a dangerous person needs to be punished."

Song Zui listened quietly at the side, Yin Zihan's father didn't mention half of the solution, but every word was forcing the counselor to deal with him.

"Look, he didn't even speak." Yin Zihan's father didn't drink any water, "Isn't this a default?"

The counselor felt a little headache when he heard the words. After the start of the semester, he knew every student in the class. He knew very well that this outstanding student was shy and not good at dealing with people. He felt that he couldn't do it. Most of the problems were caused by Yin Zihan himself.

But facing Yin Zihan's questioning, he had no choice but to turn his head and speak softly to Song Zui: "Don't be afraid, tell the truth boldly, the teacher believes that you are not a bad boy."

Song Zui looked up at the time on the wall, he didn't want to waste too much time on it, wouldn't it be nice to have this time to write two pages of questions.

Yin Zihan's father didn't expect the boy to solve it so easily. He thought the dust had settled, so the boy suddenly turned on the phone and played the recording.

The recording environment was extremely quiet, and Yin Zihan's voice was heard on the phone: "

At this time, you still pretend, that test paper knew from the beginning that I would change it, deliberately imitating my handwriting, don’t think that sports students have no brains, if you don’t kneel today and say I’m wrong, I’ll tell you that you can’t get out this alley. "

Yin Zihan's father's face changed. He shouldn't believe his son's words about his innocence, but he can't just watch his son being beaten.

He lightly exposed Yin Zihan's fault, and firmly held on to Song Zui: "Isn't it too much for the conflict between classmates to reach this level?"

What he said was from the bottom of his heart. In business, he always paid attention to calming things down. Moreover, he knew that Yin Zihan had always had a temperament of provoking cats and dogs. His actions were fatal or too much. There was no need to be merciless when his classmates were just fighting.

Counselor Zhang did not expect Song Zui to be able to get out of the siege of several people. At this moment, the boy suddenly asked, "Is there any evidence for surveillance?"

Yin Zihan's father was choked by these words. He didn't expect Song Zui to ask him directly for evidence. If he had evidence, Song Zui should be in the police station instead of the counselor's office.

"Let your parents come over."

Yin Zihan's father was unwilling to deal with Song Zui, he knew that the man who had been farming in the countryside was much easier to deal with than the slippery boy in front of him.

"The parents are not here."

"You can also make a phone call."

Yin Zihan's father forced Song Zui to let his parents come out to negotiate, but the curly-haired boy raised his head and asked, "Do you answer the dead man's phone?"

Yin Zihan's father thought he was exaggerating: "Why are you guilty of not even daring to call your parents? Tell your dad to call me."

The counselor on the side lowered his voice and told the teenager: "Why don't you tell your father about the situation? Just make a phone call and it will be resolved."

Hearing the last sentence, Song Zui looked away from the clock on the wall and opened his address book. He hesitated for a long time before making a call.

Before the other party opened his mouth, he called out: "Hi Dad, is it convenient for the counselor to communicate with you about the situation?"

Sitting in the study, He Shanting raised his eyebrows. He never imagined that there would be a day when he would be called Dad, and he would still be a milky fox cub.

"My son's leg was broken by your child." Yin Zihan's father's tone was threatening, "If this matter is not explained, I swear that your child will pay the price."

Yin Zihan's father knew that it was best to threaten people like him: "I am the boss of Guangyuan Foreign Trade. You don't earn much from farming in the mountains. You finally produced a college student named Jin Fenghuang. If you are ordered to drop out of school, your family's hope is gone. But if your child takes the initiative to apologize, I can consider letting him go, after all, my son is still in the hospital, and you really can't afford the medical expenses."

Secretary Zheng walked into the office with the brewed coffee, and what he heard was this passage. He remembered that this small company depended on He's for a living, so he couldn't help but worry about the other party.

He Shanting didn't know that a foreign trader dared to threaten him this year, so he put down the exquisite teacup.

The man who farmed in the mountains with little income had a lofty tone, and his voice was exceptionally calm in the hands-free: "Come and tell me when you die."

Secretary Zheng didn't understand where this small company had the guts to provoke He Shanting, but it was a simple matter to cancel the cooperation, and he walked out of the office to draft the document under He Shanting's eyes.

The counselor's office on the other side became very quiet because of these words, Song Zui felt that it was a very wise decision for him to call the man, but Yin Zihan's father left angrily as expected.

Yin Zihan's father tried his best to maintain the peace on the surface. Rural people are just ignorant. How could he not think about arguing with a mountain man?

Yin Zihan's father left the office angrily, and the counselor breathed a sigh of relief, but when Song Zui left and checked the boy's information, he was stunned looking at the file. The boy's father had passed away for three years.

Song Zui walked out of the office and said to the phone that hadn't hung up: "I'm sorry I didn't bother you on purpose, but I didn't find a suitable person. You are the oldest person I know."

When he said the last sentence, he realized that it was wrong, and he didn't know if the other party cared about his age.

Fortunately, the other party just hummed lightly, without any intention of blaming him, the gentleness was unbelievably gentle, and his hanging heart was relieved.

He didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to help him, and he didn't expose his small thoughts, and he was gentle and tolerant when he said something wrong. He felt that he thought the other party had a bad temper and was too one-sided, but the next second the man's cool voice came from the phone Come: "My son is good."