The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

"..." Liu Qiang coughed twice, looked at the shocked Zhao Dong, and gave a step up, "Well, even if it's not your full responsibility, then you still have to take some time to see him, right? If you don't beat someone, you can go to the hospital! All right, all right, you and I will go to the hospital later and have a look."

"Director, that's how you look at the ins and outs of things. In fact, it's not a big deal. I know all of my students. They're not the kind who deliberately pick things up. Let's just live with it. In Liu Qiang's words, there is actually dissatisfaction, although Zhao Wen is really rough in class, but Zhao Wen doesn't do that kind of thing that collects protection fees. Compared with Zhao Wen and Zhao San, who is good and who is bad between the two cousins Anyone with a discerning eye can see it, but Zhao San's father and Zhao Dong are closer.

"Uh... okay, you all go to the hospital with Mr. Liu later, how to deal with this matter depends on the principal..." Zhao Dong glanced at Jiang Yingyu, got up, straightened his clothes, opened the door and left.

Liu Qiang sighed and started to pack his things. He couldn't attend class this morning, so he should go to the hospital.

After taking him to the hospital, Liu Qiang hurriedly greeted the principal and ignored them.

"..." Jiang Yingyu felt as if there was a string of tails growing behind him. Zhao Wen could say that the two were in the same class, but what are these seven people doing...

What formation is this!

"Hey!" Zhao Wen poked Jiang Yingyu's back and said in a low voice, "How sure are you of what you said?"

If the confidence is high, then they still have a little hope, if the certainty is low, the two of them may not be able to read this book.

Zhao Wen's nervousness stirred up the seven people in the back, and a group of people looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.

"..." Jiang Yingyu said, "Anyway, I'm not talking nonsense."

After chatting for a while, Liu Qiang called them over, walked upstairs, walked two or three floors, and stopped in front of the door.

"Remember, if people scold you later, I will take it, you know!" Liu Qiang pointed at Jiang Yingyu, "Especially you."

Since Jiang Yingyu transferred to their school, he has entered the office several times, basically once a day...

"Oh."

Pushing open the door, Liu Qiang greeted a man and a woman inside with a smile all over his face, only to find that they only glanced at him before turning their heads away.

"Uh..." Liu Qiang waved from behind, and several people followed, piled up behind Jiang Yingyu.

"Well, how is Zhao San feeling now? Is he feeling better?" Liu Qiang moved forward with a fruit basket in his hand to see Zhao San who was lying down, but he didn't notice that the woman pushed him.

Fortunately, it was Jiang Yingyu who quickly supported the person, otherwise Liu Qiang would have knocked his head on the hook behind him.

"What's so good, if you don't risk your life here, there must be smoke from my ancestral grave!" The woman put one hand on her hip, and pointed at Liu Qiang's nose with the other, cursing, obviously very angry.

This push made Liu Qiang very angry, but thinking about the cause and effect of this matter, he endured it.

Holding back his anger, he put the fruit basket on the table and patted the hem of his clothes. Liu Qiang looked at Zhao San's father, that is, Zhao Wenshan, and said, "I'll bring the students over to have a look, and I also apologize to the parents."

After waving to Jiang Yingyu and his party, they heard voices of sorry.

Jiang Yingyu was tugged at his sleeve by Zhao Wen, but he didn't speak. Zhao Wen trembled when he looked at Zhao Wenshan's eyes.

It's miserable, it's a pleasure to beat someone up for a while, and I go home to the crematorium...

"Are you the one who beat my son until his stomach bleeds?" Zhao Wenshan ignored the apologies from a group of people, and instead stood up and looked at the 1.8-meter-tall man.

"..." Jiang Yingyu's throat moved, but when he saw Liu Qiang, he stopped saying those words in the office and slapped Zhao Wenshan in the face.

"Yes, I am."

"Okay, I have a lot of backbone." Zhao Wenshan stretched out his hand and patted Jiang Yingyu's face, clenching his teeth, "My son is lying in bed and can't get up, I'm afraid you guys won't be able to get away..."

Zhao Wenshan was of medium height, but thin, and his sunken eye sockets accentuated his yellow eyes. His teeth blackened by long-term smoking were imprinted in Jiang Yingyu's eyes, and he had a bad breath that could not be ignored.

Jiang Yingyu took a step back, and the hands hanging by his legs were clenched into fists.

Liu Qiang looked at the bulging veins on Jiang Yingyu's forehead and knew that he was enduring it. He thought that the apology might be futile. He walked over and wanted to talk to Zhao Wenshan when he heard a voice from behind.

"Little bastard, I don't dare to fart now. I don't have a mental damage fee of 20 million. Don't even think about leaving." Zhao San's sad voice sounded from the bed.

Only then did everyone see Zhao San who was blocked by Zhao San's mother.

At this time, Zhao San looked pale, watching them laughing silently.

Little bastard!

Zhao Wen cursed inwardly.

"Yes, what my son said is correct." Zhao Wenshan looked at the crowd with a hint of excitement in his eyes, "20 yuan for mental damage, hospitalization fees, food and drink..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was opened from the outside, it was the principal and Zhao Dong.

As soon as he came in, he heard Zhao Wenshan open such a big mouth at the students. Tao Wenliang's face darkened, he glanced at everyone, and said in a low voice: "One or two million? Zhao Wenshan, you are crazy about money, right? What's going on, you don't have any points in your mind?"

"It's really disrespectful, my student is going to ask for the money!" Tao Wenliang was obviously in a hurry, and Zhao Dong couldn't stop giving him winks, and it was only at this moment that Zhao Wenshan realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"I'm joking, I'm teasing them!" Zhao Wenshan looked embarrassed, wishing he could slap himself on the spot.

This matter could have gotten some money, at least tens of millions, but this was with the help of Zhao Dong, but the situation is different now, he was not a victim at the time. Or, instead of threatening students with this matter, his face is very ugly.

This thing can't be yellow!

Zhao Wenshan's palms were sweating, but he could only look at Zhao Dong helplessly.

"I've learned about Zhao San's matter. To put it bluntly, he deserves it. You still want to steal money. I tell you it's impossible!" Tao Wenliang broke Zhao Dong's comforting hand, pointed at Zhao Wenshan's family of three and said, "The medical expenses will be regarded as the consolation money I give you as the principal. You come to the school in a few days and give him the withdrawal certificate."

This kind of students, this kind of parents, his school can't teach, and doesn't want to teach.

"Hey!" Zhao Wenshan was really scared, and hurried forward to hold Tao Wenliang's hand, "Principal, my son is now in his third year of high school and is about to take the college entrance examination. How can he be expelled from school? Are you kidding me?"

Liu Qiang saw that the development of things was getting more and more biased, so he waved his hands at everyone, "Go back to class first, the teacher and Zhao San's parents have a good chat."

On the way back to school, someone finally couldn't help but speak.

"That, brother..." The thin man who was a little leaky looked at Jiang Yingyu who was walking in front with a shy face, rubbed his hands and didn't know what he wanted to do.

Jiang Yingyu paused, glanced at him and continued walking.

"What are you doing! Speak normally, don't shout like an old rooster, it sounds awful." Zhao Wen rubbed his arms and ran to Jiang Yingyu's side, looking at the skinny man even more disgusted.

"Hey! I didn't expect Zhao San's grandson to steal a lot of money," Zhao Wen jumped up behind Jiang Yingyu, obviously very happy.

And the few people behind him still followed all the way, shouting brother incessantly.

Is this going to be on Jiang Yingyu's thigh?Zhao Wen thought.

Sure enough, as soon as this idea came up, several people stopped the two of them, but it didn't look like they were going to fight.

"Well, our brothers have decided that we will mess with you in the future, please accept us!" Several people still clasped their fists together, looking a little funny.

Reaching out to pull people away, Jiang Yingyu continued to walk forward. Zhao Wen glanced at them and followed them quickly.

"Brother! Brother! You should think about it!" Someone shouted from behind, "We will recognize you, and you will be our boss in Pingluo from now on."

What the hell!Jiang Yingyu walked quickly and arrived at the school in a short while.

It was class time, and there was no one in the corridor. He walked to the door and knocked. The door was opened from the inside, and it was a woman.

is her!

Jiang Yingyu was a little stunned. This woman was the one with the bandage on her head on the bus.

And Wang Yuan inside the door looked at Jiang Yingyu in a daze.

"Come in," Wang Yuan took a step back, "New classmate?"

It was useless for Jiang Yingyu to answer, and a bunch of people in the class were talking for him, "Yes, his name is Jiang Yingyu."

Returning to his seat, An Sheng poked him quietly, and stuffed something in his hand.

Jiang Yingyu also imitated An Sheng's way and put his elbows on the table, and stretched out his palms to catch what was in An Sheng's palm.

An Sheng's hand opened in Jiang Yingyu's palm, and his fingertips slightly slid across Jiang Yingyu's palm, a little itchy and hot.

paper ball?

Jiang Yingyu opened the ball of paper with his fingers in some doubts, and it turned out that there were words written inside.

- all right?

Kneading the ball of paper into a ball, he shook his head at An Sheng.

But looking at the blackboard now, Jiang Yingyu realized that she was the English teacher.

After taking out the book, Jiang Yingyu glanced at An Sheng and asked him, "Which page?"

Unexpectedly, An Sheng looked at him, then at the number of pages he had flipped, and after thinking about it, he craned his neck to look at the front table, but his name was suddenly called.

"An Sheng, what are you doing behind, sneaky," Wang Yuan tapped on the blackboard with a chalk in one hand.

An Sheng retracted his neck, slowly stood up without saying a word, and stretched out a hand to Jiang Yingyu's book to flip the book for him.

Jiang Yingyu was a little stunned, An Sheng withdrew his hand after he had finished the book, and now Wang Yuan came down with the book.

"Do you know where you went to?" Wang Yuan glanced down at An Sheng's book, "Have you attended the class? Your deskmate knows where you went when you first came, but you don't know after one class?"

An Sheng was speechless, he was a bit out of his mind in this class.

Zhao Wen quietly opened the back door and wanted to get back to his seat while the teacher was not paying attention. Who knew that the door just opened a crack and happened to meet Wang Yuan at An Sheng's desk...