Super Scholar [Quick Wear]

When the ward was empty, Song Zifan felt a little regretful. He sat on the hospital bed, thinking about what he said to Wen Shuangshuang, whether he was like Teacher Cao, not painful or itchy.

Because there has never been true empathy in this world, does he start to act like those hypocritical adults and force a girl to learn tolerance?

Song Zifan pinched the edge of the bed, and accidentally his strength broke through, and the edge of the bed was directly broken.

At this moment, a policeman walked in. He was a male policeman. He sent Song Zifan to the hospital. Now he saw that Song Zifan had woken up and smiled.

"Little classmate, are you okay?"

He looked at the gauze wrapped around Song Zifan's head, his concern undisguised, and then said.

"Don't worry, little student, the teacher who hit you has been arrested, and the people who bullied you at school have also been caught by us. They have pleaded guilty, and the law will definitely give them a result. You just need to rest in peace and recover. ”

After comforting the little classmate, the male policeman added.

"Actually, I was often bullied when I was a child. Later, my parents told me that if they hit you, just hit them back. Many people said this was wrong, but my parents said that using violence to stop violence is not It's a good thing, but it can make the other party fear you and stop attacking you. Hehe, but little classmate, please don't tell others what I say, I am a policeman. "

He was a little embarrassed, watching the very young policeman say some evil things in the eyes of many adults, which made Song Zifan laugh.

He suddenly asked.

"If a girl is bullied and is underage, can she call the police?"

Girls were bullied. There was too much content in this sentence, which made the young policeman immediately alert and looked at Song Zifan in front of him seriously.

"Of course! When you talk about bullying, do you mean she was beaten or bullied by a boy? If she is bullied by a boy, if a minor female is bullied, the other party must bear legal responsibility. This is a national regulation."

The young policeman asked with a bit of inquiry.

"Little classmate, is anyone you know being bullied?"

He was really worried that something like this would happen.

"But the girl is underage, so what if the family doesn't let her call the police?"

Song Zifan could tell what happened to Wen Shuangshuang and her distrust of the police just from Wen Shuangshuang's few words, and he already knew the general situation of the matter.

"...If her family is unwilling to call the police, there are actually ways, such as finding a social lawyer. There are many social lawyers who are willing to speak out for minor children, and they can also file charges by transferring guardians. , that is to say, if the victim’s guardian shields the prisoner and forces the victim to reconcile, the victim can use the lawyer to apply for relevant laws to transfer the guardian, which is also possible.”

It's just more complicated.

The male policeman spoke seriously, Song Zifan listened, both of them were very serious.

Then the male policeman asked Song Zifan if he was being bullied. Song Zifan shook his head and said nothing. The male policeman did not want to ask any more questions and then left the ward.

Song Zifan's parents had already gone to negotiate Song Zifan's case with the police. He sat on the bed for a long time.

Then he smiled bitterly.

"Wen Shuangshuang, Wen Shuangshuang, have I become the kind of adult you hate?"

Don't consider other people's pain, just think not to cause trouble to others, endure the pain yourself, so that others can't vent their pain, and make everyone so depressed. Isn't this the way of adults?

Adults are great at confusing cowardice with kindness.

Thinking of this, he got up from the hospital bed, then took his clothes and walked outside. As Song Zifan got up, the red butterflies on his neck were flying, very excited, and the white mist kept moving toward him. spreading around.

Song Zifan wanted to go to Wen Shuangshuang. He wanted to apologize to her and say he was sorry.

Even if he doesn't support Wen Shuangshuang harming others, he doesn't want to kidnap Wen Shuangshuang by protecting the world.

He doesn't want to become the kind of hypocritical adult who wants to control others at any time.

Going down from the sixteenth floor, Song Zifan stood in the elevator, thinking about whether Wen Shuangshuang would accept it if he apologized, wondering whether he should give Wen Shuangshuang some gifts, and whether he should give them to the girl if he apologized. What are some of the best gifts?

Just as he was thinking, Song Zifan had already reached the first floor of the hospital. As soon as the elevator opened, the scene in front of him confused him.

Because right in front of Song Zifan, a man in a hospital gown was holding a knife to a nurse's neck. People around him were frightened. The hospital security guards and the police who had spoken to Song Zifan before were all frightened. I was talking to the man in the hospital gown, trying to put him at ease.

As a result, the elevator dinged and opened. The man was very fast and dragged the nurse directly onto the elevator. He also asked Song Zifan to press the elevator door.

"Close the door! Go to the tenth floor!!!"

The look on his face was abnormal. He didn't care about a student like Song Zifan. The knife in his hand was still on the nurse's body. Song Zifan had a frightened expression on his face, and then he "obediently" pressed the elevator button, which was outside. When everyone was extremely nervous, when Song Zifan passed by the patient, he rushed towards the patient quickly. His hand went up and grabbed the blade!

The blade was twisted by Song Zifan, and the nurse stayed where she was, not knowing what to do. The police outside rushed up and then controlled the prisoner in hospital gown with the security guard.

"Little classmate, are you okay?"

The male policeman came over to show concern. He thought he would see Song Zifan's hands full of blood, but Song Zifan opened his hand and handed the knife to the policeman.

His palms were white and clean, without any marks, let alone bleeding.

If he hadn't seen the blood on the nurse's neck just now, the male policeman would have thought the knife was fake.

"It's okay, it's okay."

He stretched out his hand to take the knife, and even wanted to learn from Song Zifan to take the blade with his hand, but he was cut and instantly retracted his hand in pain.

"???"

The male policeman looked at his blood with a confused look on his face. The security guard next to him was still controlling the murderer. Just when everyone was relaxed, the man in the hospital gown actually struggled away from the hands of the two security guards and rushed towards Song Zifan!

"Be careful!!!"

The male policeman shouted! As a result, the man quickly got the knife, and then he stabbed Song Zifan's abdomen madly! ! !

At this critical moment, when almost everyone thought that Song Zifan would be seriously injured, there was a snap, and the sharp knife that stabbed Song Zifan's abdomen broke! ! !

That's right! The knife broke!

Such a murder weapon was broken just like that, and Song Zifan looked at the impulsive man in front of him, but he finally reached out his hand, grabbed the man's hair, and then, in the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it, he pressed the man's head against the wall of the elevator fiercely, and with a bang, blood began to flow down the wall of the elevator.

The man was completely unable to move after being hit like this.

At this moment, Song Zifan's eyes were so calm, as if what he did had no effect on him at all, which made the male police officer look confused. When Song Zifan came for the second time, he quickly took out his handcuffs and stopped him.

"No, no, no! Let me handcuff him, don't kill him!"

He didn't know why, but he felt that if Song Zifan did it again, he would probably really kill him!

So Song Zifan stopped, the man was handcuffed, and when he looked at Song Zifan again, there was no wound on his body.

This time, the policeman found something wrong. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to start.

Song Zifan took the initiative to look at the policeman and said.

"I'm going to find someone now and I'll be back later, brother policeman, don't worry, I'm not injured. After all... I'm the one chosen by the devil, so naturally I won't be injured."

The policeman understood every word he said, but he couldn't understand it when they were combined together, especially the word devil, which made the policeman not know what to say for a while.

He just watched Song Zifan leave, and then he picked up his phone in a daze and called the police station.

Song Zifan left the hospital, surrounded by white mist. People around him couldn't see the white mist. Only when he wanted, others would see him.

After walking out, Song Zifan suddenly saw the flower shop outside. Thinking that girls all like flowers, he went to the flower shop and bought a bouquet of flowers.

It was a bunch of beautiful white roses. Song Zifan felt that Wen Shuangshuang was very suitable for white roses.

In his heart, Wen Shuangshuang was a very clean girl.

The white mist had overlapped and entangled with the red mist. They were all believers of the devil, so naturally they would be clean with each other. Wen Shuangshuang's ability was extremely powerful, and Song Zifan was not weak either. In fact, the more fragile the existence on the surface, the more it would have the power to destroy the world.

He followed the red mist of Wen Shuangshuang and walked forward, looking for Wen Shuangshuang's whereabouts.

Wen Shuangshuang came to the hotel where Bai Yanting was, crying with red eyes. During the day, Bai Yanting always went to the hospital to accompany his sister. She came here and thought there was no one, but she didn't expect to feel Bai Yanting's presence.

So this little guy who was a little afraid of Bai Yanting didn't dare to go upstairs and sat in the hall crying miserably.

Song Zifan easily found Wen Shuangshuang. Seeing her red eyes from crying, he felt bad. He didn't know how to make a girl happy. He walked over, still wearing a hospital gown, and handed the flowers to Wen Shuangshuang.

"I'm sorry."

He gave her a white rose to apologize. Wen Shuangshuang's eyes were red from crying. When she looked up and saw that it was Song Zifan, she snorted coldly. She was about to say that she didn't want him to be kind, but a snot bubble ruined her.

She felt even more wronged...

Seeing her little look, Song Zifan took out a tissue and handed it to her, and apologized again.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, don't cry."