what are you doing

Ding An was hesitating whether to say hello to him, but suddenly found that his entire left cheek was swollen.

"Hurry up, you shameless bastard!" The woman pushed him from behind.

Liu Zhiyuan staggered and almost fell down the stairs, but was supported by Ding An.

"Are you okay?" Ding An asked.

Liu Zhiyuan didn't speak, and looked up at him deeply.

The eyes covered by the bangs are actually very big and beautiful. If you smile, you must be very attractive, but at the moment they are filled with despair and indifference.

I can't tell what kind of feeling it was, like a sunflower that was supposed to grow and bloom in the sun, but was sown into the darkness for some reason, and there was no light in my life since then.

Ding An was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"What's none of your business?" The woman squeezed between them and pushed Liu Zhiyuan again, "What's your business?"

"Hey you!"

Ding An took a step forward, but someone grabbed his hand. He turned his head and glanced at Fang Zeyu, who shook his head slightly at him.

Okay, don't say it, don't say it.

Ding An sighed.

The woman was still cursing, Liu Zhiyuan didn't look at him again, and shuffled down the stairs step by step until his figure completely disappeared in the stairwell.

"Why are you pulling me?" Ding An was a little unhappy, "He almost rolled down just now."

"If you go there, you will inevitably quarrel with his mother." Fang Zeyu squeezed his hand, "Do you think you can quarrel with her?"

It seems impossible, Ding An thought about Man Yi's angry appearance, he did not dare to challenge the power of middle-aged women.

Liu Zhiyuan did not come back to class for several days. There were rumors that he was suspended from class, others that he was persuaded to leave, and some even said that his leg was broken by his family and he could not come to class.

Da Bing did not give a specific statement about this, he only said that everyone should study hard and stop discussing this matter.

But unexpectedly, just when everyone thought they would never see Liu Zhiyuan again, he came back.

The night breeze was blowing, the class was quietly doing evening self-study, Wang Ge dozed off, his head was nodding, Liu Zhiyuan joined the class at this time.

"Oh shit," Wang Ge woke up suddenly, and touched his saliva, "I was shocked, I thought the old horse came in."

Ding An gave him a disgusted look and ignored him.

The class was exceptionally quiet, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on Liu Zhiyuan alone. He didn't look energetic, but at least his leg wasn't broken. He put his schoolbag into the table hole and opened the book on his own. Look up once.

The Chinese teacher on the podium tapped the table lightly to signal everyone to concentrate on studying, and the sound of flipping books reappeared in the classroom.

Ding An frowned. He always felt a little strange. There were two classes left for self-study before school. Why did Liu Zhiyuan come back at this time?

"Hey," Ding An lightly tapped Fang Zeyu's back, and said in a breathy voice, "Don't you think it's a little strange?"

Fang Zeyu leaned his back on his desk, and also replied in a breathy voice: "It's really strange to come back to school at this time."

"What's so strange," Wang Ge stretched his waist, "He lives on campus, brothers, he can't come back when."

Oh, that seems to be the case.

"Wang Ge, have you had enough sleep? Come and recite the pipa for me once you've had enough sleep." The Chinese teacher hit Wang Ge's little head precisely with a piece of chalk.

There was a burst of laughter in the class.

"No, teacher," Wang Ge said sadly, "I'm not conscious yet, can I ask you to recite it in the next class?"

"Okay," the old lady nodded, "then you can stand behind and sober up in this class."

Ding An didn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"Ding An, do you want to go too?" The old lady fixed her eyes on him.

Ding An immediately lowered his head and started writing.

During the evening self-study class of the second quarter, Wang Ge shrank his entire upper body into a ball, trying to reduce his sense of existence, but failed, and was still called by the old lady to the podium to recite the pipa.

Ding An was lowering his head and struggling with a big math problem when he suddenly heard a bang.

Yu Hao jumped up, the chair fell to the ground, and the table behind it was tilted back two inches.

"There's blood! There's blood!" Yu Hao's face was pale, and he pointed at Liu Zhiyuan's feet next to him, trembling, then rolled his eyes and passed out.

fuck!

Ding An jumped directly over Wang Ge's stool and rushed over, followed by Fang Zeyu.

The whole class was in chaos, and the boys all rushed to help Ding An lift Yu Hao up, only Liu Zhiyuan next to Yu Hao remained motionless.

"Fuck! Where did so much blood come from?" someone shouted.

Ding An's eyes widened. Liu Zhiyuan in front of him was pale and looked like he was about to faint. His hands were placed in the hole in the table, and blood trickled out drop by drop, and a large puddle had already gathered under his feet.

"Call an ambulance!" The old lady screamed, obviously seeing Liu Zhiyuan's current appearance, "Come to Director Ma!"

Wang Ge had already run out to find someone, and Director Ma rushed into Class 120 while calling 2.

"Liu Zhiyuan!" He squatted next to Liu Zhiyuan, his shoes were stained with blood, "The ambulance will be here soon, hold on!"

Liu Zhiyuan's hand hung down from the hole in the table, blood trickled down, looking shocking.

His face was as white as a piece of paper. He didn't look at Director Ma or anyone, but stared blankly at the blackboard in front of him, showing a bleak smile.

The ambulance arrived soon, and Liu Zhiyuan had passed out. The medical staff carried him and Yu Hao into the car. Director Ma also went to the hospital with him.

"Fang Zeyu," Ding An was extremely nervous, "Is Liu Zhiyuan going to be okay?"

To be honest, he was really startled when he saw that big pool of blood, his head went blank, and his heart is still pounding.

"It'll be fine." Fang Zeyu comforted him, "It will definitely be saved."

"I've noticed something wrong with him a long time ago," Ding An was annoyed, "If only I had paid more attention, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened."

Fang Zeyu patted him on the shoulder and said in relief: "It's not your fault, no one thought that he would bring a knife to school, let alone you, even Yu Hao didn't find out."

The two got out of the car and went straight to the hospital. Yu Hao was sent for emergency treatment. Director Ma greeted them and asked them to go to the ward to find Yu Hao.

"I've been sick with blood since I was a child, let alone such a big puddle, I was scared to death." Yu Hao sat on the hospital bed with his head downcast.

The unlucky Yu Hao, Liu Zhiyuan sat next to him blankly for two classes, he didn't notice anything strange, the blood flowed to his feet before he saw it.