I heard you want to bend me

Chapter 22

Cen Li looked at Qian Duoshu who was following closely behind him, feeling indescribable.

He used to hear that girls go to the toilet arm in arm, but he has never seen boys hook their shoulders and backs when they go to the toilet, forming gangs.

Cen Li hesitated to speak.

Qian Duoshu didn't think there was any problem at all.

He happily followed behind Cen Li, and still had time to say hello to his classmates.

"Yeah, I'm going to the bathroom with Cen Li~"

Cen Li silently quickened his pace.

Qian Duoshu: "Eh? Cen Li, wait for me."

Cen Li stood in the corner, unzipped his trousers, and zipped them halfway. Seeing Qian Duoshu staring at him, he couldn't help but stop: "What are you doing?"

Qian Duoshu giggled, "I'm curious."

Cen Li: "..."

Cen Li only felt a little itchy hands, and wanted to give Qian Duoshu a shudder.

The relationship between the two belongs to the very good one in the class. After a long time, Qian Duoshu has become much more courageous. He has never done things before, but now he always thinks: "Many students in the class compare secretly. ,nothing……"

"...Refused." Cen Li had just finished speaking when he heard a whistling wind.

He frowned, turned his head to the side, and raised his hands reflexively!

With a bang, the wooden stick in the visitor's hand hit Cen Li's arm hard!

Qian Duoshu: "Ah!"

Although some of the students around often fought, most of them were fighting for a while, or showing off to girls. They had never seen such a fight before, and when they saw it, they all avoided it and discussed it together.

Cen Li frowned slightly.

The pain in his arm made Cen Li look a bit unwell.

He turned his head and looked at the strange boy in front of him.

The boy was half a head taller than Cen Li. At this time, he looked down at Cen Li with a fierce look: "I tell you, Shen Wenwen is mine!"

With one hand on Cen Li's shoulder, he held the wooden stick in his other hand: "You boy, remember to stay away from her in the future!"

Cen Li zipped up his pants slowly.

Qian Duo next to him blushed bookishly.

He pushed the boy violently: "Song Zhe! How could you do this!"

It's a pity that the little fat man didn't have enough strength, but was pushed by the boy named Song Zhe and almost fell down.

Song Zhe sneered: "You are too bad a follower."

Cen Li glanced at Qian Duoshu: "He is my friend, not a follower." While speaking, Cen Li watched Song Zhe's movements.

Song Zhe didn't take Cen Li seriously.

He was standing on one leg, and the other leg was slightly bent, and it was obvious from a glance that his lower body was unstable.Although he held a wooden stick in his hand, the hand holding the wooden stick was loose: "Heh, with a rookie like you, I can hit three by myself!"

Cen Li no longer hesitated, and suddenly launched an attack!

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Zhe's arm, quickly turned around and bent down, grabbed Song Zhe's arm with both hands, and exerted strength from his waist at the same time, throwing Song Zhe out of the way!

This set of movements was originally a test of quickness, precision and ruthlessness.

Cen Li moved fast enough, but also very ruthless.

Song Zhe was still a little dazed until he was thrown out...

The wooden stick fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

Cen Li walked over slowly.

He picked up the stick, unbuttoned a school uniform, and licked his lips: "What did you just say?"

The tiled floor of the toilet was very hard. Song Zhe was a boy and a half. Although he looked like a bad bastard, he grew up in his parents' hotbed.

"For a rookie like me, can you fight three?"

Cen Li had no expression on his face, and raised his hand to hit Song Zhe hard with a wooden stick.

He has learned a little bit before, he knows how to beat someone and it hurts, but he can't see the injury, so he doesn't have much scruples.

Lying on the ground, Song Zhegui cried and howled: "You—do you know who my father is!"

Cen Li paused: "Oh? Who is your father?"

Seeing Cen Li stop, Song Zhe thought that Cen Li was afraid, and said triumphantly, "You wait! If you hit me, my dad won't let it go, just wait and drop out of school!"

"I'm really scared."

As Cen Li said, he threw the stick away.

The class bell rang, and the surrounding crowd pushed and shouted, ready to go back to the classroom.

Qian Duoshu also got up, and carefully walked around Song Zhe who was still lying on the ground and couldn't get up: "Cen Li..."

Cen Li tilted his head: "Aren't you scared?"

"It's okay." Qian Duoshu smiled, but looked worried when he looked at Cen Li.

Cen Li didn't care.

He directly pulled up the little fat man's clothes, checked it, and found that when he fell, there was a bruise on his skin, and he couldn't help frowning.

The little fat man hurriedly dropped his clothes.

Others don't know who Song Zhe's father is, but he does!

Qian Duoshu whispered to Cen Li: "Song Zhe's father is indeed very powerful. It seems that a relative is the director or something... Before his father cooperated with my father, my father nodded and bowed and dared not neglect. And when he entered When he was in school, he even donated money to the school. Do you know about our library? It was donated by his father..."

At the end, Qian Duoshu finally got to the point: "With such a background, can your uncle handle it?"

He did know that Cen Li's uncle was rich, but he didn't know exactly how rich he was and what his identity was.

Cen Li thought about it, and thought it should be... okay?

But it's better to report this kind of thing.

He walked to the nearby sink, washed his hands, and took out his cell phone.

After clicking on my uncle's phone number, Cen Li sent a text message to Cen Chuanyi: Uncle, I got into trouble...

He was expressionless when editing the message, thought for a while, and finally added a pitiful 'qaq' expression, and clicked send.

Cen Li raised his head: "Okay."

As soon as I put the phone in my pocket, a serious voice came from outside the toilet: "What's going on? Who is fighting in the toilet?" Along with these words, there was a burst of fast footsteps.

Qian Duoshu's expression panicked.

Cen Li was quite calm.

His gaze was directed towards the entrance.

It seems that among the people who just left, someone talked to the dean about it.

It was not the first time that the dean saw Cen Li.

The last time Cen Lin went to make trouble at the door of Cen Li's classroom, the dean had already talked with Cen Li.

At this time, he entered the toilet, saw Cen Li and Qian Duoshu standing inside, and Song Zhe lying on the ground, he was taken aback for a moment.Listening to the descriptions of the students just now, what else does the classroom teacher not understand?

They must be the ones fighting!

Thinking that the one lying on the ground was the young master of the Song family, he immediately said angrily: "Why is it you again? I thought you were a good student before!"