What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

The teacher and the student walked in the alley, and they looked quite harmonious, if they didn't say anything to each other.

"Heyue, I used to think you were the best student in the class." Zhou Wenhe suddenly said, "Luo Yilan is smart, but she has her own ideas, so I like you more. You do whatever I ask you to do. You just behave well, look at me with your eyes, and say, "Okay, teacher."

He Yue paused, unable to hold back a series of questions in her mind: "Then what? Don't like it now? Because I don't want to listen to you? Did it make you lose the sense of power?"

A teacher who likes to give students a sense of oppression and domination is most afraid of students developing a rebellious consciousness, such as He Yue, or Wang Xiu Ya in the past.

Hearing He Yue's aggressive tone, Zhou Wenhe turned around and the two men faced each other in the long alley.

"You don't look like an eighteen-year-old child at all now." He looked far-sightedly, "Do you know what you look like? Even Luo Yilan looks like a group of unintelligent animals. I want to spur you on. I'm doing this for your own good."

"Don't make excuses for your shameless behavior of venting your anger." He Yue bluntly exposed Zhou Wenhe's mask, "Even if they are animals, even if they have no vocal cords and can't speak, even if they are stupid and foolishly come to you to show their goodwill after being beaten by you, these are not reasons to beat them."

"Heyue." Zhou Wenhe stopped her with a sullen face, "If you stop pestering me, I promise that you and your friends can graduate well."

He Yue smiled: "Does this mean that you know what you did was wrong?"

"He Yue! Do you still want to go against me?"

"Yes." He Yue looked up at Zhou Wenhe, "You are the one who shouldn't graduate."

Hearing what He Yue said, Zhou Wenhe sneered, flipped his wrist, and a jar of pickled oranges fell into the trash can. He Yue could clearly hear the sound of glass breaking.

"you!"

The citrus water flowed into the filth, dripping and falling into the dirty corners.

His visit today can be regarded as a show of courtesy before force.

If He Yue would be willing to stop going against him, he would let her go, and let her do what her grandfather wanted and graduate well. But...

"Heyue, I admire your bravery, and I will pay tribute to your bravery in the future."

After Zhou Wenhe said this, he slowly walked out of He Yue's sight.

He Yue silently clenched her fists behind him. She must find out the truth about Wang Xiu Ya's matter as soon as possible and then send this devil Zhou Wenhe to where he should go.

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Li Jiapei walked on the quiet and deserted path, a song "I Believe" came from far away, and every word was like a needle hitting her heart.

She felt the sound was irritating and she covered her ears and stood at the door for a long time before she mustered up the courage to push open the white door. Wang Xiu Ya in the room heard the sound and looked at her in confusion, then smiled after seeing her clearly.

“Zespri!”

Wang Xiuya threw the recorder away, jumped off the bed, ran barefoot to Li Jiapei and grabbed her hand: "Jiapei, why did you come to see me?"

Who would have thought that the expressionless Li Jiapei suddenly grabbed Wang Xiuya's neck tightly. Wang Xiuya's eyes widened in disbelief. She grabbed Li Jiapei's wrist and whimpered innocently like a puppy.

"Did you ask someone to come find me? Did you tell others that I filmed the video? Wang Xiuya, do you want me to die?"

After Li Jiapei vented his anger, he realized Wang Xiuya's innocence. She was half crazy now, how could she still have the brains to plot against her?

"Wang Xiuya, I am also innocent..."

No one complained. Li Jiapei fell to the ground weakly, covering his face and crying.

Wang Xiuya looked at her in confusion, and heard her crying and complaining: "Wang Xiuya, I finally escaped from Zhou Wenhe. I don't want to be involved in the previous disputes again. I am so scared of him. I am really scared of him. You know, he is a devil."

Looking at Li Jiapei who was sitting on the ground and crying loudly, Wang Xiuya chose to squat down and gently hugged Li Jiapei who almost wanted her to die just now.

She stroked Li Jiapei's head gently, muttering: "I don't want to die either... I don't want to..."

Li Jiapei raised his head and looked at the red marks on Wang Xiuya's neck, feeling a little complicated.

She and Wang Xiuya used to be best friends.

I still remember that the two of them were poor students. Her parents were laid off and she couldn't find a job for a while, so she had to borrow money from relatives for tuition.

But Wang Xiuya is even more miserable. She is a child from an orphanage and doesn't even have a real home.

The two of them have a tacit understanding and are in sync with each other, accompanying each other through one moral education class after another.

Li Jiapei sobbed, looking at Wang Xiuya, who was so thin that she was just a bag of bones. She must have lived a very painful life over the years to become so thin, and she vented all her resentment on her.

Wang Xiuya reached out and touched Li Jiapei's face with some distress: "Did anyone bully you?"

Li Jiapei shook his head: "No."

"Then why are you crying?" Wang Xiuya's eyes were full of confusion, and she cared about her just like when they were in school.

Li Jiapei looked at Wang Xiuya who cared about her and couldn't help crying again. She hugged Wang Xiuya guiltily and said sorry over and over again.

"Wang Xiuya, I'm sorry. I was too selfish. I saw that beast bullying you with my own eyes, but I hid in the corner and didn't dare to come out... I clearly took the video with your phone, but I was afraid that Zhou Wenhe would find out, so I just stuffed the phone there. It's all my fault that you were harmed..."

Wang Xiuya was held in Li Jiapei's arms, her expression blank as she listened to her former friend counting her sins one by one.

"...That time I brought my phone and forgot to turn it off. I was afraid of being punished, so I selfishly put the blame on you...Xiu Ya, I am a bastard, but I can't beat Zhou Wenhe at all. I was so scared, you understand, can you understand me..."

As Li Jiapei confessed, she saw Wang Xiuya's face pressed against hers, staring at the ground with empty eyes.

When Li Jiapei calmed down a little, she suddenly opened her mouth and bit Li Jiapei's shoulder hard. Even though blood filled her teeth, she refused to let go.

Li Jiapei was in excruciating pain and screamed, trying to push Wang Xiuya away. However, he did not expect that Wang Xiuya was incredibly strong at this time, and it seemed that she wanted to tear a piece of flesh from Li Jiapei's shoulder alive.

"Help!"

Li Jiapei didn't even dare to struggle, because if she moved, the blood would flow faster.

Her nerves were torn and she was sweating profusely in pain, with sweat and tears mixed on her face.

Only after Wang Xiuya had vented her anger did she let go of Li Jiapei with blood in her mouth. She then ran over with a smile, hugged the tape recorder, and sang along with her head shaking.

"I believe that I am who I am, I believe in tomorrow, I believe that I can reach out and ..."

Li Jiapei protected the wound on his shoulder and looked at Wang Xiuya, who was covered in blood but smiling sweetly. He felt goose bumps on his back instantly.

She staggered and tried to get up from the ground, but her hands and feet became limp with fear, and she fell even harder with a thud.

She looked at the blood dripping from her shoulder, fear looming over her. She cried and crawled several times before escaping the ward. She didn't see the tears falling as Wang Xiuya smiled behind her.