How the protagonist was marked by the poor

When Shi Yao came back, he was in the last class of the afternoon.

He stood at the door and yelled a report.

This class is a Chinese class. The Chinese teacher He Jia is very beautiful and has a gentle personality.Probably among all the teachers, the teacher who can get along with the students the most.

When she heard the voice, she turned her head to look at the door: "Come in." Before she finished speaking, she heard the Chinese teacher exclaim: "Student, why are you hurt?"

Wen Yuan, who hadn't slept for the first time, was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked up.

The weather was gloomy, and the surrounding light became very dim.Shi Yao's back was illuminated, and the profile of his profile was exceptionally smooth, but there were more injuries on his cheeks, and a bruise at the corner of his mouth.

Wen Yuan frowned.

"It's okay." Shi Yao lowered his eyes, obviously he didn't take this little injury seriously. His eyelids are very thin, and when he didn't smile, his hostility was released: "I just fell. Teacher, I Can I go in?"

The whole class was shocked by his attitude and gasped.

He Jia had never seen such a student before. Hearing his words, he seemed to be dazed, "Then go in."

Before she finished speaking, Shi Yao had already entered the classroom and sat on the seat.

Wen Yuan looked at him sideways, and after a while, he couldn't hold back, and said, "Sure enough, I've lost the lottery."

The corner of Shi Yao's lips seemed to twitch, and he also turned his head to look at Wen Yuan, the wound was finally laid out in front of Wen Yuan without hindrance.

Looks like a stick bruise.

Wen Yuan pursed his lips, and asked curiously for the first time: "It's only been a few hours, what have you been doing?"

Shi Yao touched the wound on his mouth and took a light breath. He didn't feel it at first, but now it really hurts.He said with a bit of a toothache: "Do a part-time job."

Wen Yuan was a little curious: "What kind of part-time job can bring some injuries."

"The dessert shop nearby," Shi Yao said, "It costs 80 yuan an hour."

Wen Yuan was taken aback after hearing this.

I saw him at McDonald's at first, and now at the dessert house.

"How many part-time jobs do you do a day?" Wen Yuan asked him.

Shi Yao moved his eyeballs and lowered his pupils, his mood seemed to be a little off.Wen Yuan thought that there might be something about his question that made him uncomfortable, so he pretended to be casual and said, "I'll just ask casually."

Shi Yao suddenly said: "Not necessarily, sometimes three, sometimes two."

Speaking of this, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and said to Wen Yuan: "I still have a part-time job at night, you close the door and rest first, and I will move lightly when I come back."

Wen Yuan let out an "oh".

The two fell into silence and neither spoke again.It wasn't until the end of school that Wen Yuan remembered the task assigned to him by the head teacher.

He turned his head to look at the wound on Shi Yao's face, and the corners of his lips were straightened.

This—to the wounded, it's a bit hard to say.

Shi Yao was spinning his pen boredly on his seat, but when he noticed that Wen Yuan had been looking at him, he suddenly laughed, "Stop researching, my deskmate. This injury was done by the guy in the shop where I worked part-time."

Wen Yuan wanted to say, did I ask you this?Who cares who hit you when you hurt.

It's just that when he thought of Shi Yao's eyes that had gone silent just now, he didn't say anything in the end.

The teenagers of sixteen and seventeen are not the age to worry about their livelihood. They should run in the sun and face the light.

He seemed to see himself when he was young through Shi Yao, and his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and he blurted out subconsciously, "Why did they beat you?"

"Huh?" Shi Yao tapped the table with his fingers a few times, "Maybe because——I'm so handsome." He resumed his sloppy manner when he spoke, as if the emotion just now was just an illusion, he said with a little pride: "Those little girls go to the dessert shop to sit every day in order to see me. They steal other people's business, so there is no objection."

Wen Yuan: "..."

He shouldn't have opened his mouth like that.

Shi Yao didn't seem to notice Wen Yuan's expression, or maybe he did, and he didn't care at all, he said to himself: "It's not easy to want a business, just add more money and poach me away, why bother. "

Although Shi Yao was injured a little bit, those street gangsters didn't take advantage of it.Compared with the group of them who lost their arms and legs, Shi Yao wasn't hurt at all.

Wen Yuan was a little speechless, and didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he went straight to the point and said, "The head teacher is looking for you."

Shi Yao: "..."

How he almost forgot about it.

Zhao Dapao was originally afraid of Shi Yao, and thought that this person was definitely a thorn, but now he saw that he was indeed.

On the way back from school, he began to whisper in Wen Yuan's ear again, "Brother Yuan, you must be careful when you sleep at night. If you really can't put a stick, if there is something urgent, you can also defend yourself properly."

Knowing that he was doing it for himself, Wen Yuan lazily hummed.

There are many passers-by on the campus. Wen Yuan walked on the road, and the eyes of all around were focused on him.

Some of them inevitably have malicious intentions.

"Look," said a skinny boy wearing glasses, "that Omega."

"Is that Wen Yuan who was rejected by Jiang Cen countless times?" the fat boy asked.

"Who else could it be except him?" Shouzhugan narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Yuan recklessly, "After all, no one has such a taste for coquettishness."

The fat boy kicked a stone and sniffed the air: "Is there a smell? Why didn't I smell it?"

"You Beta can smell a fart," said the thin bamboo pole, "this smell is not specially designed to seduce alphas."

Wen Yuan walked in front wearing a school uniform. He originally had a very good appearance, but the appearance was torn apart by his deep eyes, which brought a bit of indifference and sharpness.

The fat man sneaked a glance at Wen Yuan, he seemed to feel something was wrong, and said to the thin bamboo pole, "Shhh, keep your voice down, don't be overheard."

"What's wrong with being heard, you're coquettish and mean," Thin Bamboo Pole pushed his glasses and sneered, "Isn't he growing up like this to make people C—"

Before he finished speaking, his voice slipped out in a long voice, and then he fell to the ground, and his glasses shattered to the ground.

Although Zhao Tingyan was usually cowardly, it seemed like he had swallowed a cupping pot at this moment: "Try to tell me one more fucking thing, I won't knock out all your teeth, my surname is not Zhao."

Shouzhugan was punched in the face, and he was a little dazed. He groped on the ground for a while, but he couldn't find his glasses. He only felt that his nose was numb. He took advantage of the situation and touched it. Bloody face.

Zhao Tingyan looked at this man, still angry, he took a few steps forward, just about to make up for this man, but was grabbed by Wen Yuan.

He shouted anxiously: "Brother Yuan! Leave me alone, I'm going to beat him to death today."

"Fuck. Your mother!" Thin Bamboo Pole lost his glasses and looked down on people completely. He only heard Brother Yuan, and he said angrily: "Wen Yuan, how dare you hit me, how dare you fucking hit me! I'm going to Sue you."

There was already a circle of people around, but they were all watching the fun, and no one walked over to pull people up.

Fatty also hid far away.

"Sue it!" Zhao Tingyan struggled to kick him quickly, "Do you dare to tell the old donkey what you just said?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said: "Brother Yuan, it's okay, the students around are all—Brother Yuan, what's wrong with you, don't scare me."

I saw that Wen Yuan's face was pale at the moment, fine sweat was already forming on his forehead, and even his hands seemed to have been frozen in the freezer, without a trace of warmth.

He shook his head at Zhao Tingyan, signaling to leave first.

How can Zhao Tingyan care about the thin bamboo pole lying on the ground now, of course he is what brother Yuan said.

"Brother Yuan, what's the matter with you," Zhao Tingyan said, "Do you really not need to go to the hospital?"

After the fifth question was denied, Zhao Tingyan was helpless and turned around in a hurry.

"Zhao Dapao," Wen Yuan was a little dizzy from being surrounded by him, "you can help me buy something to eat."

Zhao Tingyan finally heard Wen Yuan speak, and asked excitedly, "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Wen Yuan nodded.

Looking at Wen Yuan's pale face, Zhao Tingyan didn't dare to speak in a low voice like before, "Brother Yuan, what do you want to eat?"

Wen Yuan doesn't want to eat anything right now.

But in order to reduce Zhao Tingyan's anxiety, he said: "Shrimp porridge and crab roe steamed buns in the Yulou room on the second floor."

"Okay." Zhao Tingyan thought to himself, even if it was dragon meat, he would find a way to get it.

Zhao Tingyan raised his foot, just as he reached the door, Wen Yuan called to stop him.

Zhao Tingyan looked at him: "Brother Yuan, what else do you want to eat?"

Wen Yuan's eyes moved over the table next door, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "I want two."

Zhao Tingyan went out with a puzzled expression on his face. Brother Yuan usually eats so little, what happened today?

Does this happen, is hungry?

The classroom was completely quiet, and Wen Yuan was lying on the table.

Today is not a good weather, there is no sunshine, the sky is very dark, like a storm is coming.

Wen Yuan opened the window and let the cold wind pour in through the window, his mind instantly became clearer.

Unexpectedly, after wearing the book, this problem also followed him.

After lying on the ground for about 10 minutes, Wen Yuan finally recovered, and people in the classroom came one after another, but they looked at him a little strangely.

Wen Yuan didn't care about it at all.

After a while, a little girl timidly showed her face at the door and glanced at Wen Yuan several times before she seemed to muster her courage.

She took a deep breath and said, "That Wen... Wen Yuan, the dean is looking for you."

Wen Yuan had thought of this result a long time ago, and was not at all surprised by it.

He nodded to the little girl, then put on his school uniform jacket and walked out of the classroom.

Zhao Tingyan never expected that there would be so many people in Yulouwu. By the time he lined up, he would finish shopping and it would be almost time for class.

He was exhausted and out of breath, carrying three meals, and shouted before he entered the door: "Brother Yuan, your meal is here."

No one responded.

But the people in the class looked at him like an idiot.

Zhao Tingyan looked around the classroom, but he didn't see anyone, so he asked Wang Yu, "Old Wang, have you seen my Brother Yuan?"

Wang Po had already boarded the game, took advantage of the loading gap, and glanced back: "Huh? Are you not there? Then I don't know."

Zhao Tingyan was a little anxious and wanted to go out to look for it.Liu Jingjing, the school committee member, stopped him: "It's all over, where are you going?"

"School Committee, I have to find my brother Yuan," Zhao Tingyan said, "I'll be back in a while, really."

Liu Jingjing resolutely refused: "No. The first period is the head teacher's class, so it's hard to explain why you left."

Zhao Tingyan: "But..."

She also heard about this incident on the way, and tried to comfort Zhao Tingyan, saying: "Maybe I went to the hospital."

Zhao Tingyan said: "Hospital? But I asked Brother Yuan five times, but he still said he couldn't go to the hospital."

Liu Jingjing said: "Maybe you changed your mind after you left. If you are sick and feel uncomfortable, you will go to the hospital. This is common sense."

With such a delay, Zhao Tingyan had already missed the best opportunity to skip class, and the head teacher came in on high heels.

Zhao Tingyan was scratching his head and lungs in this class. He didn't listen to a word of what the head teacher said.

In order to distract himself, he began to write notes to Liu Jingjing.

Zhao Tingyan: [Student Committee, what do you think is wrong with Brother Yuan?It doesn't look like hypoglycemia either. 】

After writing slowly, he knocked on the table and sneaked it under the table hole, avoiding the head teacher's sight.

Liu Jingjing carefully took it from behind, looked at the content, and began to reply: [What symptoms does he have? My mother is a doctor in the hospital. I usually read some medical books, so I can try to analyze it. 】

Zhao Tingyan wrote down Wen Yuan's situation at that time, thought for a while, and added: [When I first heard that dog swearing at people, Brother Yuan stopped, his face was very gloomy and very ugly.It looks like he's going to beat someone up.It's just that I didn't know why I lowered my fist and continued to move forward, and then this happened. 】

Liu Jingjing stared at these words for a long time before passing the note back.

Zhao Tingyan didn't receive the note for a long time, so he opened it with some doubts.There is no long speech in it, only a few words: [Have you heard of post-traumatic stress disorder. 】

Before Wen Yuan entered the dean's room, he knocked on the door cautiously.

"Come in." A hoarse voice came in.

Wen Yuan walked in, and when he looked up, he saw Shi Yao standing lazily by the side. When he saw him for the first time, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked at him with unclear meaning.

I only heard him speak in a long tone, and said in a very flat voice: "At the same table, are you here to see me? This is really - I am flattered and touched."

Wen Yuan's eyebrows twitched lightly, and before he could make a move, he saw the old donkey take off the best shoes on his feet, and smashed them against the wind without haste.

"Flattered? I'll show you now, what is really flattered."

I don't know how many times the old donkey has practiced. One movement is fast, precise and ruthless. If it wasn't born at the wrong time, he would have been considered a master in ancient times.

Shi Yao also moved very fast, but he barely dodged it. He glanced at the shoe smashed in the corner next to him, and patted his chest with lingering fear.

"Director, how about a personal attack?"

The old donkey was furious and wanted to take off the other shoe, and roared: "If I didn't kill you, your ancestors burned incense."

Looking at the old donkey's panic-stricken look, Wen Yuan felt that he might really be in a daze. He interrupted the old donkey's movements and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

The old donkey didn't take off his shoes in the end. With one leg bent, he jumped onto the business sofa step by step, looking a little funny.

"Nonsense," the old donkey sat on the sofa, looked at Wen Yuan, and lowered his anger a little, "A classmate accused you of violently beating people on campus, is it true or not?"

Wen Yuan narrowed his eyebrows and covered his dark eyes, and he recognized it without thinking about it: "Well, I hit you."

"One of you is in Class [-], and the other is in Class [-], so far away." The old donkey was surprised and said in disbelief, "Why did you beat him?"

Although Wen Yuan had poor grades in school, he was always honest and did his duty and rarely caused trouble.

"It's nothing," Wen Yuan quickly answered, "It just depends on his displeasure."

The old donkey didn't accept this answer very well, and after hearing Wen Yuan's words, his temper gradually rose again.

Wen Yuan's calm face, Shi Yao's provocative eyebrows turned back and forth in his eyes, making him burn with anger.

Not angry.

Not angry.

I was so mad that there was no one to replace me.

He poured himself a cup of cold water to cool down, lest he would really die of anger.

After taking a few gulps, he pointed at the two of them and shouted at the top of his voice, "You two! Tonight! One of you will write a 3000-word self-criticism for me! Don't sleep until you finish writing it!"

"Isn't the same table affectionate? Then give me a deep look."

The author has something to say:

Are you at the same table? Of course, you have to share the difficulties and share the blessings.