Himemoto's interpretation

There is a strange sense of disobedience that makes the throat itchy in the air.

Not just Xingqi.

The boy on the right of Bancun—with prominent Adam's apple and obvious features—turned his head away uncomfortably, covered his mouth and coughed softly.

Only then did Bancun realize something, and cursed "fuck" three times in an extremely deep bass.

However, with a vigorous effort, what is knocked down is not a stiff drumstick, nor is the drum surface tempered leather, but the clear spring water falling on an embroidered silk handkerchief, and the words that are spoken are like splashed water, which cannot be retrieved no matter what. .

Xingqi lowered her eyebrows and drooped her eyes, dutifully playing the role of the little poor girl who was dragged into a small dark room and was at a loss.

"Fuck!" Bancunyou was puzzled, kicked away the lame wooden stool under his feet, and stepped forward.

Shrouded in shadow, Xingqi hurriedly knelt down with her head in her arms.

"Brother Dong..." the boy called weakly.

"Hey, new here." Bancun ignored the boy, squatted on one knee, reached out to lift Xingqi's chin, and said in a clear voice, "Ask you something, Han Tongmin is Zhang Yuqing and you The partner reported it?"

Xingqi denied: "No, no, I'm in the infirmary at noon."

"I know when I move my toes." Bancun exhaled, "The dead dog Bizhuan uses the newcomer as a demon."

"Huh?" Xingqi looked at her suspiciously, but she slapped her head down.

"You were tricked by Zhang Yuqing, little pumpkin." Bancun pressed her head, "Stay away from her, I don't even know how to die."

Xingqi boldly asked: "What's going on?"

"Tell you to be careful, there is so much nonsense!" Bancun suddenly switched voices. Just now, it was a flirtatious singer on the small stage holding a microphone and singing with a provocative voice. In a blink of an eye, it changed back to a heavy metal young woman with a half-face tattoo and a pierced nose.

Xingqi's face remained bewildered and panicked, and a pair of imaginary little hands applauded in her heart.

absolutely.

"Stupid chicken, do you hear that?" Bancun changed his voice again, turning into a hoarse, smokey voice, a little more gangster.

Xingqi nodded sharply.

Only then did Bancun stand up in satisfaction, and turned around and kicked the boy's knee, "It's all on you, your sister let me coax you, coax your mother, get out! Go back and see her cry, I will clean you up!"

While backing away, the boy said blushingly, "Thank you, Brother Dong. Brother Dong is mighty. Brother Dong is domineering."

"Hit your mother, get out!"

Xingqi wanted to laugh, but after thinking about it, life matters.

After the boy went out, the girl who had been quiet at the side came over with a small bottle, "Close your eyes."

The dark room is not bright enough, the girl has short hair, there are no easily recognizable marks on her face, her facial features are blurred but soft, not as hard to distinguish male and female as Bancun.

"Shut up and don't breathe."

The dust hit her face, and it splattered for a long time. The girl pressed something on her arms and back twice, and moved it to her face. Xingqi felt something was wrong, so she opened her eyes.

sole.

"Look at your mother!" Bancun scolded in a vicious bass.

The light bulb is on her upper right, and the shadow on the left face floats, but it also covers the tattoo, diluting the murderous look.

Another girl also raised her shoes and said, "I'll see you stepping on you again."

Ting Bancun was cursing with the girls, but Xingqi was not afraid at all, and even suddenly felt that this place was very interesting.

When the bell rang, Xingqi went to the next room to find Zhang Yuqing according to the instructions before leaving, helped her downstairs, and took advantage of the chaos to find a chance to return to the big team.

Zhang Yuqing didn't ask Xingqi what happened to her, who and who said what to her, and didn't mention what happened to her.Xingqi didn't ask either.

The two returned to the dormitory in disgrace, and the roommates didn't care about it.

Surprisingly, Xingqi slept soundly that night without any dreams.

Dazedly felt that Zhang Yuqing came down from the upper bunk after four o'clock, and people got up one after another at five o'clock, and Xingqi also got up.

At this time, Zhang Yuqing returned to the dormitory, took out a small bag of white sugar from the depth of the cabinet, made sugar water for Xingqi, and helped her make the bed.

The flattery was beyond words, and Xingqi had to hug her arm and pretend to cry: "Thank you sister Yuqing, sister Yuqing is so kind."

She coaxed Zhang Yuqing very happily, but also saw a few roommates who unconsciously glanced at her with complicated eyes.

Until breakfast, Xingqi was blindly optimistic that what happened last night was over.

After finishing the morning exercises, Zhang Yuqing took Xingqi to the big cafeteria, asked her to occupy a seat, brought back two breakfasts, and then said softly: "If someone asks you to go to the teaching office at noon to ask about last night, don't be afraid, just tell the truth .”

Xingqi suddenly felt that gruel mixed with sand was more difficult to eat.

She really wanted to ask Zhang Yuqing if she got up at four o'clock to report to the people above.

After thinking about it, do I still need to ask - Zhang Yuqing couldn't stand upright after running back last night, and was called to bring her towels in the shower, and there were two big bruises on her back.

Zhang Yuqing insisted on reporting even though she knew she would be retaliated against, and Xingqi refused to make any comments.

Thinking carefully about what Han Tongmin said in the bathroom on the second floor, to be honest, she also hated it at the time, after all, they were discussing Teacher Xia, her little friend Xia Yan.

But reporting to the school, the school imposes punishment, and you get benefits (additional points) from it, it is not as simple as maintaining the reputation of the person concerned.

It's just that Xingqi couldn't help but think, Zhang Yuqing did this... because she wanted to graduate early and leave here.

"Don't think too much, I may not be looking for you." Zhang Yuqing saw that she was dull and silent, and tried to force a smile, "Today is the theory class in Sunset Hall, and you follow me to the professional class."

"Professional courses?"

"Our professional courses have two directions, and each direction must choose two. There are art classes to cultivate sentiment and exercise mind, and skill classes to facilitate job hunting. I chose tea ceremony and classical music appreciation, and the skill classes are advertising design and English. And that sentence, for your own good, you can learn more."

It sounded like Xingqi felt that the school still had some responsibility for teaching.

I went to the class and saw, oh, four NO.50 people in groups of five, watching online videos in front of the heavy monitors that are about to be eliminated.

After class at noon, Yang Yueying, a teaching assistant in Huangyi, called them down, "Zhang Yuqing, Xing Qi, follow me to the teaching office."

After leaving Wulou, Xingqi's eyelids twitched, and she was keenly aware of several fiery gazes.

Downstairs in Building A, Xingqi looked to the left, and the students from Sunset Hall after the theory class followed her and Zhang Yuqing unscrupulously.

The Sunset Hall is very united, she thought wildly.

The teaching office is very large and has suites. Xingqi listened to Assistant Teacher Yang's instructions and went into the small room she was pointing to.

There was a female teaching assistant in yellow sitting behind the desk. When someone came in, she said without raising her head, "Take off your clothes."

Xingqi was stunned and didn't move.

"I heard from Yuqing about what happened last night. Yuqing was hurt a lot. She was worried that you would be too new to tell, so she helped you report it." The teaching assistant wrote two strokes in his notebook and waved to her, " Come, let me see."

Xingqi flushed with embarrassment, "No, no."

"It's okay, you don't have to be afraid, we have zero tolerance for bullying the younger generation here. If someone is so bad and treats you and everyone badly, we will deal with it seriously."

"But teacher... I wasn't hurt, no one hit me."

"You were not beaten?"

Xingqi shook her head.

"Tell me about what happened last night in detail."

Xingqi briefly recounted the conversation without swearing, omitting the boy's title of "Brother Dong" and Bancun's appearance.

"Suppose you see those three people again, can you recognize them?"

"The room is very dark," Xingqi replied, "I can't see my face clearly."

"Have you got a tattoo on half your face?"

The room was not ventilated, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on the tip of Xingqi's nose. She tilted her head and thought for a while, "The three of them turned around and pressed my head, preventing me from looking at them."

The teaching assistant stared at her inquisitively, and she could see that she was a little bit at a loss, but there was no fear of being hurt.

"I see." The teaching assistant drew two strokes on the notebook, "Next time, brothers and sisters will play tricks on you. If you can't accept it, or feel that someone is bullying you, come to us at any time. Go outside and wait for a while, and call Zhang Yuqing to come in .”

In the afternoon class, Zhang Yuqing was obviously out of her mind. When she signed in for English class, Xingqi saw her hands shaking.

During class, Zhang Yuqing hesitated to speak to her several times.For a moment or two, Xingqi wanted to ask her what happened and what was going to happen, the words rolled around her lips a few times, but she finally swallowed them back.

After the evening class, we gathered at the playground. Zhang Yuqing was shaking violently. Xingqi asked, "Sister Yuqing is not feeling well, why didn't she ask for leave?"

Zhang Yuqing maintained her expression: "I'm fine, I'm not feeling sick."

Xingqi shook her head secretly.

The first lap ran between the D building and the own building. Several teaching assistants wearing fluorescent vests entered the D building. A few minutes later, she and Zhang Yuqing were dragged in on the outer wall of the C building. Xingqi thought, ah, sure enough.

"I heard that you went to the teaching office at noon."

"The room is very dark, I didn't see anything, and I wasn't beaten." Xing Qi confessed directly.

Bancun laughed loudly, raised his hand and slapped her on the back of the head, "On the road!"

She removed the "Mona Lisa Smile" on the wall, "Here, let me show you something fun."

There is another organ behind the famous painting in the printed version, hiding a 6*9 cm observation window.

Zhang Yuqing was next door, facing the small window sideways, with a blackboard eraser stuffed into her mouth, her hands and feet were tied behind her back on the chair, and a tall man in a hat was gearing up at the front and back.

Xingqi didn't want to look, so she turned her head away, but she hooked her neck tightly, grabbed her chin with her hand, and forced her to face the observation window, "This place doesn't have the end of making a small report, don't you think. See."

"I don't make small reports." Xingqi struggled and said in a low voice.

"If you don't fight now, it doesn't mean you won't fight in the future. Who told you to be assigned to Chaoyang Hall." Bancun's voice changed from male to female. Nothing else, just pretend to be obedient to clear the door. I kindly remind you."

The punishment for Zhang Yuqing began.

Xingqi closed her eyes.

"Open." Bancun ordered coldly.

Xingqi opened it.She has good hearing, and she can hear the bludgeoning sounds more clearly when she closes her eyes.

"Han Tongmin vomited blood after running in the morning, and he is still in the infirmary. 20 points will be deducted for lying behind his back, 6 points will be deducted for more than four hours in the infirmary, and 2 points will be added for each hour, and another 20 points will be deducted."

Sensing the slackening of the power that imprisoned her, Xing Qi flinched away from Bancun's arms with a short body.

The side face with no tattoos is very straight, the bridge of the nose is straight, the tip of the chin is slightly raised, the eyelashes are thick, and the piercing of the nose is hidden in the shadow.

If she had no tattoos and no nose piercing, she would be a very refreshing and pleasing girl.

A bit like Ha Xiaoer, with a flamboyant personality, but not as silly as Ha Xiaoer, and does not have an attractive temperament.

She watched it for too long, and Ban Cun said in a low male voice, "Why are you looking at me?"

Xingqi said without thinking, "You look good."

Then asked, "Why are you here?"

"Don't look at me." Bancun stared at the wall and said calmly, "I'm gay, let me fuck you."

The tone of Bancun's irrelevant question sounded like a threat at first glance, Xingqi thought for a while, but couldn't find the point of threat, so she asked again: "Why did you come?"

Bancun seemed to hear some cold joke, looked back with his mouth half-opened, and spat out two words with pity: "Silly batch."

Judging from the tone of her voice that the word was not worth interpreting, Xingqi rubbed the back of her head and her ears twitched.

In order not to pay attention to the punishment scene next door, she kept paying attention to the movement in the corridor. There was a crisp "click" outside, followed by the sound of the steel wheel rubbing against the flint, and then, "snap", it closed.

But when footsteps were heard, the visitor was only two or three steps away from the door.

She was hesitating whether to tell Bancun that someone was outside when the door was pushed open.

A puff of smoke hit my face.

The visitor was wearing a gray sportswear, with a cigarette in his mouth, his expression was idle, maybe he was smoked, his eyes almost narrowed into crescent moons, and his eyes were vaguely blurred.

Seeing two pairs of eyes staring at her, Teacher Xia raised her brows in surprise, "Hey, why is there someone?"