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Song Yichuan's kick was so angry that Zhu Hua's face turned pale. Tang Yuan hugged him from behind, looking at a very gentle person, but he didn't expect such a strong force. The force of retreat brought him together, heavy slammed into the concrete railing of the balcony.

There was a loud "buzz", the tiles had fallen off or there were some corners on it, Tang Yuan only felt a sharp pain in his back, something sharp was scratched by it, the thin school uniform jacket couldn't stop it, at the moment The pain made his brain go white.

"Stop, calm down first!" Tang Yuan gritted his teeth, ignoring the injury on his back, dragging Song Yichuan to the stairs so that he would at least not have to face Zhu Hua face to face.

Song Yichuan grabbed his hand and broke free, turned around and gave Tang Yuan a hard push. He tried his best to calm down his panting, his eyes were red, and he looked over with anger, and he almost understood the crux of the problem, "The person he is looking for It's you?"

"Yes, what..." Tang Yuan recovered from his trance, and the stranger in front of him made him feel a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I wanted to hold you back, you walked too fast, I didn't Thinking of... I apologize to you on his behalf..."

"Get lost." Song Yichuan didn't want to look at him more, he dropped the word coldly, turned and entered the classroom.

It was only then that Tang Yuan discovered that there was Class [-] right next to the stairs, and he was in Class [-]. The two classes went up and down, and they were distributed diagonally. The stairs they usually walked were not the same. No wonder he hadn't seen him much. .

Tang Yuan stood there for a while, and glanced at the direction of the toilet. Zhu Hua was either afraid when he didn't come after him, or there was something wrong with the kick. It would not be wise to go back at this time, Tang Yuan didn't bother to care about him, Turned around and went downstairs.

"Why have you been there for so long? Your kidney..." Yang Qifan waited until his head ached, and finally hoped for someone to come, but Tang Yuan didn't even look at him, and walked past him, "Hey, Wait, what are you running for!"

Tang Yuan ran to the school gate before stopping.

What a hit.

Such a speechless thing can also be called to him.

If I had known earlier, I would have held back after listening to Yang Qifan.

Hold.

Tang Yuan turned his head and looked at the classroom of Class [-] on the third floor. The lights were still on, but Song Yichuan did not come down.

He felt a little uncomfortable, and this would be especially empathetic, no one would feel better if he was slapped like this, the conspicuous red marks on Song Yichuan's fair skin made Tang Yuan lose his confidence, and he recognized it no matter how many times he slapped.

Tang Yuan and Yang Qifan were on the same road, but they were only within the same kilometer. Yang Qifan's family lived next to the school. Tang Yuan lived far away, and it took more than half an hour to ride a bicycle. When he said he didn't want to stay, Huang Jun and Tang Yiyu both didn't say anything.

It's eleven o'clock when the evening self-study is over. For students who are far away, the school does not recommend commuting. Tang Yuan repeatedly ensured that someone at home would come to pick them up, and the school would only let them go after signing the responsibility letter.

Back home, the light in the corner of the living room was on, Tang Yiyu was sitting on the sofa, the neck massager vibrated regularly, and when he heard the movement at the door, he looked up from his phone, "I'm back."

Tang Yuan lowered his voice and changed his shoes at the door, "My mother is asleep?"

"Well, you also wash up and go to bed early, don't stay up late." Tang Yiyu said.

Tang Yuan put down his things, patted his stomach pitifully, "Dad, I'm a little hungry, please cook me a bowl of noodles."

"Eating so late is easy to cause indigestion." Tang Yiyu said so, still took off the massager, got up and walked to the kitchen.

The light in the kitchen was on, and Tang Yuan looked at the shiny light bulb, and replaced it with another one. He pointed to it, "If it's always so bad, it should be a wiring problem. Just changing the light bulb is useless."

Tang Yiyu heard the words, looked up, and said indifferently: "Let's make use of it first."

"Okay." Tang Yuan nodded, one light bulb can last for a month, and eight more are enough.

Taking advantage of his turning back, Tang Yuan took out iodophor and cotton swabs from the cabinet and entered the room.

He took off his school uniform jacket and ripped off the pullover T-shirt inside. He thought it was a torn skin at most, but he didn't expect it to be bleeding. There was a long strip stuck to the T-shirt. He was thinking about things on the way, but he didn't notice it.

Fortunately, it was an accidental injury. If he was kicked directly like Zhu Hua, his shoulder blade would probably be broken.

Song Yichuan slapped him, but he didn't take advantage of it.

So when Zhu Huazheng had such an accident, who would take care of it?

Tang Yuan sighed, "It's okay, it broke his balance."

Tang Yuan went to take a bath, and after washing, he stood in front of the mirror and applied the medicine with his shoulders twisted. Tang Yiyu called him to eat outside, so he pulled off his pajamas and went out.

"Dad, go to sleep first."

Tang Yiyu nodded, wiped his hands, and asked him to rest early after eating.

Tang Yuan sat down, in front of him was a steaming bowl of fine noodles, he actually didn’t like fine noodles, he liked something with a bit more chewiness, just like his family likes to eat soft rice, but he Prefer dry.

Can't eat together.

But Tang Yuan has always accommodated them, so there was never any disagreement on this matter.

After eating, Tang Yuan went to wash the dishes, halfway through washing, he wiped his hands, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yang Qifan, [Do you have Song Yichuan's contact information? 】

Yang Qifan obviously wasn't asleep yet, so he returned quickly, 【What are you doing? 】

[Discuss something with him. 】

[What can you discuss with him? Do you know him? 】

【I'm looking for you if I don't know you. Don't talk nonsense, just ask if you have one. 】

[Wait, I'll ask someone. 】

Yang Qifan just sat in front of Tang Yuan this semester, and because they both ate at Uncle Jia's, they became acquainted.

Tang Yuan really didn't know much about his interpersonal relationship. Since he was able to say Song Yichuan's name so quickly in the small cafeteria that day, he should have some connections. Sure enough, a string of mobile phone numbers was sent to Tang Yuan's WeChat in a short time. .

Yang Qifan: [What exactly do you want? 】

Tang Yuan: 【Learn from him. 】

Yang Qifan: […]

Tang Yuan continued, [I heard that he had a perfect score in English in the final exam last year, so I asked him to copy the textbook. 】

Tang Yuan: [By the way, ask him how he got into Class A. 】

Yang Qifan: 【Our class also has full marks in English. 】

Can a full score in our class be admitted to Class A? Tang Yuan didn't reply to him. He had already entered Song Yichuan's number in WeChat for a while, and it was linked to WeChat.

Song Yichuan's nickname is very simple, just a word of Song, and his head is a watercolor penguin, which doesn't look like the picture he found on the Internet. I don't know if he drew it himself.

Tang Yuan hesitated for two seconds, and clicked Add to Contacts to apply for a friend.

Then he didn't know where he was playing, moved his fingers, and deleted a word from his nickname, changing from "Tang Yuan" to "Tang".

The next day Tang Yuan went to school half an hour late and waited until the pharmacy downstairs opened to buy a lot of anti-inflammatory and anti-swelling ointments. He didn't sleep well last night, so he got up in the middle of the night to look for them and found that some of them at home had expired .

When he entered the classroom, Yuan Qian told him that Lao Tian was looking for him.

Thinking it was a matter of being late, Tang Yuan walked towards the office thinking about the reason, and when he went in, he found that Zhu Hua was also there. He frowned slightly, realizing that things were not that simple.

As soon as Lao Tian saw him coming in, he asked straight to the point: "Zhu Hua said that you beat him in the bathroom on the third floor yesterday. Is that true?"

Lying... trough?

This green out of blue is better than blue's ability to frame.

"No." Tang Yuan said truthfully, "I didn't hit him."

"You didn't hit? You didn't hit me. Where did this injury come from?!" Zhu Hua lifted up the hem of his clothes bitterly. There were large bruises on his stomach that were visible to the naked eye. He didn't even spare his back and arms. Show them to Tang Yuan together.

He grinned his teeth in pain and bowed his back, but he was full of anger when he scolded him, "You don't have to deny it here, everyone has seen it, I just messed up your English book, and you are so annoying! Tang Yuan you It's ruthless!"

Tang Yuan almost had nothing to say, it was the first time he found that Zhu Hua's mind could turn so fast.

Is what he said true?

Nine times out of ten.

Tang Yuan himself presented the matter of the English book, and Zhu Hua also used it to fight back, proving that the two had enmity, and if there was enmity, it meant that he had motives.

He did go to the toilet on the third floor last night and had a conflict with Zhu Hua. The people he was talking about must be his little followers, and Lao Tian must have found out about them early in the morning.

Just as Tang Yuan wouldn't be the one who messed up Lao Tian's paper because he didn't need to mess with himself, so in the same way, it's impossible for Zhu Hua to direct and act in such a realistic way just to blame him.

Therefore, there is only one answer, and that is what he did.

Old Tian has preconceived.

Tang Yuan didn't know how to explain it to her. Of course he could confess to Song Yichuan, but Zhu Hua might not even recognize him. What kind of hatred had to be like this.

"Call your parents over this afternoon." Lao Tian said.

How about that.

"I'll write a review." Tang Yuan said.

"Is this something that can be passed by writing a self-criticism!" Lao Tian said angrily: "Even if there is friction between classmates, you can't do it. Look at how you beat people!"

"I didn't beat him, who knows who he offended." Tang Yuan was neither humble nor overbearing, "If you don't let me write the inspection, if you believe that I did it, then my parents came here and that's the result."

Lao Tian didn't listen to him, this matter is big or small, if it really got into trouble with the school, Tang Yuan must be the one who suffers, "I'll wait until they come to see if there is any result, tomorrow at the latest, if you can't shout, I'll come Shout for you."

Tang Yuan returned to his seat, the morning reading class was almost over, and the discipline was a bit loose, Yang Qifan turned around, "Hey, I heard it all, did you really beat him up?"

Tang Yuan looked at him motionlessly.

"You can't, I know, I know." Yang Qifan acted profoundly, but was still puzzled, "Then where did his injury come from? He told everyone early in the morning, and even said that he almost went to the hospital. What happened last night? What?"

Tang Yuan didn't bother to say that Lao Tian asked him to call his parents, which annoyed him very much, so he took out his mobile phone.

Damn, it's been one night and I haven't passed yet. This person is enough to pull.

It's the same when beating someone, just the injury, he looks like his teeth are sore.

After Zhu Hua left the office, he went home, saying that he needed to be raised, and it was in great pain.

It was really embarrassing for him to sue him with his sick and disabled body. Tang Yuan lay on the table thinking about something, Yuan Qian hesitated to speak several times, and finally said, "You..."

"I didn't fight, it wasn't because of you." Tang Yuan knew what he was thinking. Yuan Qian's situation created a cautious and sensitive side of his character. He often didn't dare to take a breath when he spoke. Tang Yuan always treated him more than others. a little patience.

"It's fine if you don't fight." Yuan Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "The class will be divided immediately. If you go to Class A, you won't be able to meet him."

"Don't worry, you will definitely pass the exam." Tang Yuan said.

"I don't mean me."

"Oh." Tang Yuan smiled, "Then I have to work harder."

"Last year's final exam, Class [-] and Class [-] got into the top [-] mostly because their math teacher got the last two big questions right. This monthly exam is not necessarily the case. I calculated that you only need to get a score of [-] or above. That's fine."

[-] points is indeed much better than the first in the class. No matter in terms of accuracy or results, Tang Yuan believes in Yuan Qian's calculation. He really doesn't want to compete with people like Zhu Hua anymore. There is a way to get rid of them Best, of course, the expectations of the parents are also considered... Is it an expectation?

Tang Yuan didn't struggle with this for too long, but he thought about Lao Tian calling his parents again.

Ugh.

Song Yichuan didn't go to the small cafeteria for lunch at noon, and didn't see anyone else at night. Tang Yuan thought he didn't come to class, and was about to call him when he got back. He passed the convenience store by bicycle, when he suddenly braked suddenly and stopped.

"What are you doing?" Yang Qifan rushed in front of him and shouted back.

"You go first, I'll buy something." Tang Yuan said and turned the car around.

Today, the wind was quite strong, and the temperature had cooled down. The scraps of paper at the entrance of the convenience store were curled up and flew around. Tang Yuan pulled up his collar, put his hands in his pockets, and stood outside to wait.

With a sound of "ding", the automatic door was pushed open on both sides, and Song Yichuan came out.

Tang Yuan stood in a conspicuous position, as long as Song Yichuan was not blind, he would definitely see him. His eyes stayed on Tang Yuan for a moment, and then turned away as if he hadn't seen him.

He walked back, taking the road Tang Yuan came from, which meant that his home was also near the school, and even closer than Yang Qifan's home.

Song Yichuan was wearing a mask, half of his face was tightly covered. When he came out, he was backlit, but Tang Yuan still saw a little unobstructed red marks under his eyes.

Fuck it.

Zhu Hua of Dog Day.