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Perhaps Song Xiu's words were too straightforward. The parent was stunned for a moment. He wanted to get angry, but seeing Song Xiu's icy eyes, he froze in place.

The teacher also hurriedly said, "If you have something to say, you are all classmates in the third year of high school. If something like this happens, it will not be good for anyone."

"He hits people first, such a child..." The parent's words were caught in Song Xiu's eyes. Song Xiu patted Song Yue on the shoulder and told him to go to class first.

Song Yue stood outside, listening to what Song Xiu and these people had to say.

"We have something to talk about, don't threaten me." Song Xiu smiled slightly, his eyes were cold, and he said, "According to what you just said, what do you mean?"

"If there is no explanation for this matter, your brother will not even think about the college entrance examination. I will not let him have the opportunity to take the college entrance examination!" said the male parent beside him.

Hearing this, Song Xiu raised the corners of his lips slightly, and immediately smiled, and said, "Really? Then you listen carefully to what I'm going to say next. If my younger brother can't take the college entrance examination, I guarantee that your son won't be able to take the college entrance examination either... For a year, don’t even think about the college entrance examination.”

Before the male parent could speak, Song Xiu said with a smile, "As for my younger brother, whoever touches him under my nose, I will touch the whole family."

In the end, under the teacher's desperate mediation, the parent saw that Song Xiu didn't seem like a good person, and finally suppressed the contradiction, at least for the time being.

When Song Xiu went out, he saw Song Yue standing outside. He was slightly taken aback, and then asked, "Why didn't you go to class?"

Song Yue glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "Come with me." After speaking, he walked towards the stairwell, Song Xiu hesitated for a moment, and followed.

"Who told you to come here?" Seeing that there was no one in the stairwell, Song Yue stopped. He looked at Song Xiu coldly and said, "The teacher asked my parents to come here. What are you doing here?"

"You are not yet an adult, and I am your legal guardian." Song Xiu said, "Who is qualified to handle this matter except me?"

"You are quite interesting. Do you think you are qualified to deal with my matter? In what capacity do you say this so brazenly? Have you forgotten why my parents died?" Song Yue sneered, "You The murderer."

"Song Yue, I've explained this matter to you many times, you can't listen to it now, and I can't say anything, but the college entrance examination is your own life, even if you hate me again, don't make fun of your own life. "Song Xiu paused, and said with downcast eyes, "And your parents really hope that you can take the college entrance examination, even if it's for them..."

"Shut up, you have no right to mention them." Song Yue interrupted Song Xiu, his eyes were full of hatred, like a poisoned sword blade, stabbing into Song Xiu's heart forcefully, he said , "Don't pretend to be my guardian anymore, and don't worry about my affairs. If you really want me to take the college entrance examination with peace of mind, don't show up in front of me to frustrate me."

The bell rang outside, and when Song Yue walked past Song Xiu, he pushed him and left directly.

After Song Xiu stood there for a long time, he sighed softly.

He leaned against the wall, stretched out his hands to press his stomach, and resisted it hard. The pain from his stomach made him feel a little nauseous. He wanted to retch, but he couldn't vomit anything. This feeling was extremely uncomfortable. He even felt a faint taste of blood in his mouth.

When the phone rang, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that his phone was ringing, and he answered it immediately, only to hear the voice of his secretary from the opposite side, saying, "President Song, the young master skipped class, look What should I do?"

Song Xiu suddenly felt a headache. After holding his stomach for a while, he said, "Stop him, wait until I come to deal with it."

He couldn't just let Song Yue go like this. If something happened like this, he couldn't absolve himself of the blame, and he was even more ashamed of his own conscience.

The secretary said helplessly at the other end, "President Song, it's too late, the young master ran too fast, he got into a car and disappeared."

Song Xiu's eyes dimmed, and he said, "Do you remember the license plate number?"

After the secretary said the license plate number, Song Xiu immediately recognized whose car it was, and couldn't help frowning. He immediately found the person's number from the phone's address book and called him. After connecting, he said, "Brother Xiu? What's wrong?"

"Song Yue is with you? Ask him to answer the phone." Song Xiu's stomach ached. He sat on the stairs, his fingers were slightly white from exertion, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

Qin Kun laughed and said, "Brother Xiu, Xiaoyue isn't here. Did you find the wrong place? At this time, he should be in school, right?"

Song Xiu paused, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let him answer the phone, don't make me say it a third time."

On the other end of the phone, Qin Kun hesitated, and after a while, Qin Kun said, "But Xiaoyue..."

Before Qin Kun finished speaking, the phone was seized, and Song Yue's voice came from the opposite side, he said, "Are you finished? Do you have to force me to swear? Save yourself, don't fuck Hurry up and be shameless."

Song Xiu coughed with a stomach ache, couldn't help retching, and there was no sound on the phone. After a while, Song Yue suddenly asked, "You...what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I have class in the afternoon, come to class by yourself, don't let me catch you myself." Song Xiu hung up the phone after speaking, he stared at the pool of blood on the ground in a daze, with an expression of smiling and crying on his face , He covered his face with his hand and sighed.

[666: Host, you vomit blood. 】

[Song Xiu: This familiar stomach pain, I've been drinking recently, so it's strange not to vomit blood. 】

After being hung up on the phone, Song Yue felt a little uneasy. After he was silent for a while, Qin Kun asked from the side, "Are you okay? Did your brother scold you? What are you doing? He, you just went through these things just now, so he just scolded you?"

Song Yue took a deep breath, and immediately said, "Turn around the car, I'll go back."

"Isn't it? It's all here. Why don't you just forget it and go back?" Qin Kun glanced at the entertainment club that was close at hand, and then at Song Yue. Seeing his complexion darken, he had no choice but to say, " Okay, okay, you are the young master, I listen to you... I really don't understand what you are thinking, your brother has threatened you like this, how can you still treat him well? I heard that your parents are only because of him. Something happened... Seriously, I have seen too many rich brothers suppress each other and compete for family property, you should also take care of yourself."

Song Yue's face became more and more serious, and finally he said with a cold face, "I will handle the affairs of my own family... Also, don't shout about my brother, he is not my brother..."

"What? What do you mean?" Qin Kun almost didn't respond. He looked at Song Yue in surprise and asked, "No, what do you mean?? What do you mean he's not your brother?"

"Literally." Song Yue closed his eyes, sighed, and gritted his teeth, "He's not my brother, he's just an abandoned baby raised by my parents..."

"Fuck?" Qin Kun heard this for the first time. After a long pause, he asked, "Brother, are you kidding me? Are you sure it's true? I've never heard of it. "

"My parents told me personally, and you say it's true or not." Song Yue became a little irritable, and he said, "Take the car back, he's not worth my skipping class just to vent my anger..."

"It's not that I judge the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, but as your buddy, I should really remind you that you should pay attention to your own family property. Others' brothers and sisters are still fighting for property, let alone you This is not a real brother, after all, people are separated from each other, who knows what the other party is thinking?"

"I know it in my heart." Song Yue looked at the road in front of him and said, "What he owes me, he will always owe me... Sooner or later, I will make him pay back everything, with interest."

Qin Kun patted Song Yue's shoulder and said, "You just need to be clear in your heart, and tell my buddies if there is anything."

Qin Kun finally drove the car back and sent Song Yue back to school. The school happened to be in the last class in the morning. Song Yue didn't go back to the classroom directly. Instead, he walked to the stairwell where he had talked with Song Xiu before. , after hesitating for a while, he still pushed the door open, Song Xiu was no longer inside, he couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.

Just when he was about to leave, he suddenly found that the stairs were a little scarlet, like... fresh blood.

Song Yue's face suddenly changed, and his face was pale.

Song Xiu was helped back into the car by the secretary. The secretary asked worriedly, "President Song, your complexion is really ugly, why don't you go to the hospital to have a look."

Song Xiu smiled and said, "Okay."

The secretary drove the car to the hospital and went to the emergency department. When the doctor asked Song Xiu what his symptoms were, he said, "I just vomited blood."

The secretary looked at Song Xiu in surprise, and his eyes were even more worried. The doctor immediately arranged for an examination and said, "Your condition... needs to be carefully examined. It may not be a small problem."

Even if the doctor didn't say anything, Song Xiu clearly reckoned that the problem was serious, so he smiled, "Okay."

After cooperating with the doctor to finish the examination, he lay on the hospital bed and waited for the examination results. The infusion needle was still hanging on his hand. The sun outside shone on his body, and he felt a little warm, which made him sleepy.

The doctor opened the door and walked in. Song Xiu turned his head to look at the doctor, and saw the doctor holding the examination report in his hand. He said, "How long have you had stomach pain? What symptoms do you have? How many times have you vomited blood? The last time you vomited blood when?"

Song Xiu was lying down, his lips were a little pale, and he said, "I have had a stomachache for about four or five years, and every time it is a dull pain, like someone cutting back and forth on the stomach with the back of a knife, the feeling is indescribable, vomiting blood... four Five times, the last time he vomited blood was this morning."

The doctor recorded what Song Xiu said.

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