I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

Chapter 27

"Like a clutch of his heart across his chest."

Chu Tingdong was startled, Zhong Xun stuffed the rose into his palm, took the SLR, and ran away without a trace.

After the end of this school-wide cultural performance, there will be this year's autumn sports meeting.

Zhong Xun didn't apply for any event, thinking that the sports meeting was too stupid, but Xu Chunhong didn't allow them to escape from group activities, so no matter how reluctant they were, they had to go to the venue on time.

The enrollment rate of No. [-] Middle School is the lowest in the city all year round, and Xu Chunhong cannot change it with his own efforts.

But he feels that grades are not equal to everything in his student days. Even if he really can't learn well, he must at least experience high school life fully.

Zhong Xun still went to the Internet cafe to sleep at night, and by the way, sorted out the videos of the cultural performance and copied them to Xu Chunhong.He turned on a machine, edited the film on the computer, and couldn't help but click his tongue lightly.

Chu Tingdong was not modest, indeed at most it was recorded completely, without any level of skill.

He felt that Chu Tingdong was more straight than him in this respect.

The next day, he bought steamed stuffed buns with soy milk outside the school in the morning, and went directly to the back playground. When he arrived at the stands of the third year of high school, more than 20 people in the class had already come, sitting sparsely.

He originally wanted to sit with Chu Tingdong, but in the end Chu Tingdong sat on the side, it was too easy for school leaders to pass by.

After hesitating for a moment, he continued to walk to a higher place, and went to the corner to find Song Yijin and the others.

"Fuck, Lao Xu hurt me," Song Yijin and Liang Hui joined together, both crying, "If I had known earlier, I would have come back later."

Zhong Xun lowered his head and saw their legs tied together, couldn't help laughing, "Idiot, two people with three legs, I'll kill you."

Seeing that the relationship was about to break down, Song Yijin stopped talking to him, and hurriedly took advantage of the fact that there was no one on the playground, and dragged Liang Hui down to practice together, so as not to fall too badly and be so embarrassing in the third year of high school.

Zhong Xun sat with the rest of the boys and played with their mobile phones.

It's been a long time since he played the game he played before. He manipulated the villain to jump up the steps for a while, but he always felt a little dizzy and dazzled. He wondered if it was because he stayed up late last night.

Feeling dizzy in the afternoon and breathing hot, Song Yijin grabbed an ice pack from Wang Pang and hit him on his arm, and couldn't help but groan.

Song Yijin touched his forehead with his dirty hand from playing basketball, "Do you have a fever?"

Zhong Xun frowned and patted it away in disgust. He licked his slightly chapped lips before he reacted slowly. It seemed that he was really uncomfortable, and his eyelids were burning a little red.

"There's only high jump left in the afternoon, tell Lao Xu, why don't you go back first?" Seeing him, Song Yijin's face was so pale that it was transparent.

"Hmm." Zhong Xun said sullenly.

He went to Xu Chunhong to ask for leave, and it happened that Xu Chunhong was standing next to Chu Tingdong. He pursed his lips and stomped on Chu Tingdong secretly.

Then when Chu Tingdong raised his eyes, he turned his head and ran away.

Chu Tingdong only had time to catch a glimpse of his reddened face and messy hair.

It rained in the evening, the sky was dark and gloomy, Zhong Xun didn't bring an umbrella, and was drenched on the way to the Internet cafe, he shivered all over, felt that the fever was getting worse, and his throat was astringent.

But he didn't care too much.

Anyway, after a good night's sleep, he should be fine. He took a cigarette in his mouth, and just walked out of the school not far away, when he suddenly paused and raised his eyelids.

"Brother Xun." Zhu Qin emerged from the other end of the dark alley and walked towards him, followed by seven or eight people, all carrying guys shirtless.

The black scar on his face from the forehead to the earlobe was like an ugly muscle tendon, and the masseter muscles were tense. He narrowed his eyes and said, "It's a coincidence."

……

Coincidentally, your ancestors.

Zhong Xun cursed secretly, before the group of people approached, he turned around and ran towards the school.

His cheeks were pale, his lips were bloodless, and his hands and feet were exhausted from the fever. Now he was no match at all, and Hei Scar had made such a big fight, it was obvious that he was determined to mess with him.

Even if he can fight again, he has no chance of winning. If he is caught, he can only pray that he will not be killed today.

There is surveillance around the school, and Hei Scar hangs around here all year round, so it's impossible not to know, before coming here, people have already blocked all the ways to get out.

Zhong Xun took a deep breath, and finally stopped at the entrance of the alley.

"Why didn't you run away?" Hei Scar looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I can't run," Zhong Xun said bluntly, his eyes were beautiful and cold, and he smiled, "Whatever you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked violently in the lower abdomen, his internal organs shifted instantly, and his whole body slammed into the wall behind him with a bang, his shoulder blades seemed to be broken, and the pain made him sweat profusely.

"Can you?" Zhong Xun's Adam's apple rolled, he clenched his teeth, concealed his trembling voice, and said provocatively, "It doesn't hurt or itch."

A wind of punches slammed towards him, his brain was buzzing, his eyes were dark, he hated others touching his face, being punched, or slapped, as if he was a dirty and smelly dog.

Probably not as good.

There was a strong smell of blood in Zhong Xun's throat. He bit his lip firmly, held the steel pipe swung by a gangster next to him with his backhand, pressed it against the opponent's throat, and slammed back violently.

But Hei Scar fought with a large number of people, and he was knocked down by his shoulders in the next second.

The beating intensified, and seven or eight people punched and kicked him, just like the heavy rain just after, which made his bones ache and it was difficult to breathe.

The streets and alleys were muddy at night, he rolled all over in mud, his nose and ears seemed to be bleeding.

In the delusion of dying, he saw a familiar figure approaching. At first he thought it was an illusion, and rubbed his hot cheeks, only to realize that his body really didn't seem to be in so much pain, and his eyelashes trembled. open it.

"Fuck," Zhong Xun didn't know what to say, his voice was so hoarse, he shouted, "You idiot, go away and call the police!"

It wasn't a matter of a year or two that he had a grudge with Zhu Qin, and it wasn't an ordinary fight, otherwise it wouldn't be worth bringing so many people with him.

Even if you don't kill him, you have to hurt him so much that he can't get up.

How could it be possible to beat him? If you are crazy, you have to be beaten together with him. It is better to let him carry it and hide to call the police.

Chu Tingdong's face was extremely cold, his eyes were dark, and he strode over in the night, clamped a gangster's wrist, twisted behind him with his backhand, grabbed his steel pipe, and kicked hard towards the hollow of his knee.

The man's knee hit the ground so hard that he could almost hear the bone crack, and he screamed out.

"Uh..." Zhu Qin dropped the cigarette butt with a sullen face, "Mind your own business."

Chu Tingdong's thin lips were pursed into a cold and sharp line, his deep and upright facial features were submerged in the rainy night, gloomy and violent, he struck directly without waiting for Zhu Qin to speak again, each strike was sharp and hard, and he did not give the opponent any retaliation at all. room.

Zhong Xun was stunned, a little panicked, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he swallowed the blood foam in his mouth.

"Looking for death!" Zhu Qin spat, raised his fist and rushed forward, but was kicked down by Chu Tingdong in the chest, picked up his collar and threw it against the wall, before he could stand up, he was hit by the cold steel pipe again fell to the ground.

The bridge of his nose hit the ground hard, his nose bleeds immediately, Tianling Gai was numb with pain.

Chu Tingdong had obviously practiced it before, he didn't make any extra moves in his strikes, but every time he hit the vital point with blazing anger.

Zhong Xun saw that those people were violently overturned in the mud, clutching their shoulders or writhing in their stomachs, their faces twisted in pain, but they couldn't even scream.

But after all, there were too many people on the other side, Chu Tingdong was also injured, his forehead was broken, and the dark red blood dripped down the cold brow bone, the hand holding the steel pipe was shattered, the blood congealed to the fingertips, and he smashed it again. In the rain, the faint smell of blood fainted.

He didn't seem to notice it, and looked coldly at the few people who fell on the ground, then turned and walked towards Zhong Xun.

Zhong Xun bit his lower lip, couldn't help shivering, and thought for a moment that Chu Tingdong wanted to beat him up too.

Before he could speak, he glanced behind Chu Tingdong, and his pupils constricted.

A gangster stood up unsteadily, grabbed a stick, and was about to throw it at Chu Tingdong's injured calf.

Zhong Xun's face suddenly turned pale, and his anger made him forget his injuries. He leaned on the wall to stand firm, and kicked the man head-on, almost killing him.

"How did you find it? Are you sick?" Zhong Xun murmured with reddened eye circles.

He actually didn't know what happened to Chu Tingdong's old injury, but it made him retire in a hurry. The people around him were so nervous, he subconsciously felt that it was serious, and his heart was panicked. For some reason, his nose hurt.

His body was sore and sore, he couldn't stand up at all, trembling and almost fell down.

Chu Tingdong walked to him against the night, stretched out his hand to support his knees, and hugged him.

Zhong Xun didn't even have the strength to hug his neck, his whole body was limp and trembling, his cheek was pressed against Chu Tingdong's shoulder, it was soft and cold, but his breath was hot and hot.

Chu Tingdong's chest heaved violently uncontrollably, and he could feel Zhong Xun's fingertips clutching the fabric of his chest, hot, trembling, curled up and then loosened, as if his heart was clenched across his chest.

Each of his blood vessels snaked to his fingertips, thumping with the trembling, hurting the diaphragm.

The author says:

Originally, I wanted to finish writing in one go, but it turned out that this chapter was too long, so I decided to post part of it separately, see you tomorrow!

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!