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

"You're breaking the law, you know that?"

He Yue was thrown to the ground by Zhou Wenhe. She didn't want to pretend to be a cowardly 18-year-old student with him anymore, so she raised her face and questioned him.

Zhou Wenhe looked at He Yue who refused to give in and felt a little surprised. None of the students who came into this empty classroom, even the boys who were older than her, had ever spoken to him in such a tone.

But it doesn’t matter, he has plenty of ways to deal with this kind of students.

"Heyue, how can you stop your junior classmates and ask for money after school?"

Who would have thought that Zhou Wenhe would be so shameless as to fabricate rumors to frame her?

He Yue gritted her teeth and scolded him: "Shameless."

Zhou Wenhe laughed, his voice low and his eyes contemptuous: "Heyue, do you think your parents will believe me?"

He Yue's heart skipped a beat. She said? She thought so.

Her parents were not calculating people, how could they have thought that a teacher would slander his own students? And...and her parents did not love her, otherwise why would they leave her in Qucheng for so many years.

This only proves one thing, she is a trouble, and the way to solve trouble is not to see trouble.

Zhou Wenhe looked at He Yue's silence and her gradually red eyes, then proudly raised his foot and stepped on her shoulder, forcing He Yue to fall to the ground.

The phone had already dialed He Yue's mother's number: "Hello, is this He Yue's mother?"

He Yue looked at Zhou Wenhe in disbelief. The last time she heard Yin Rou's voice in her previous life was by chance a few years before she was hit and killed by a car. Looking at the happy appearance of their family of three, she didn't even have the courage to go up and recognize them.

I didn't expect that I would hear her voice again at this time.

Shameful.

"Teacher Zhou, I'm He Yue's mother. Is there anything I can help you with?" Yin Rou asked politely.

The familiar voice still made He Yue burst into tears. She herself couldn't tell whether it was the grievance, longing, or resentment she had endured for so many years.

"No..." He Yue lowered her head and a tear fell, begging softly.

"Teacher Zhou, is He Yue in trouble? Or did she fail the exam again?" Without waiting for Zhou Wenhe's answer, Yin Rou's anxious words came from the other end of the phone.

Zhou Wenhe looked at Heyue lowering her head with a satisfied smile on his face. He waited for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Heyue's mother, Heyue's grades improved in the last monthly exam. I'll call you to tell you."

Yin Rou on the other end was obviously relieved, and the two chatted for a few more words before Zhou Wenhe hung up the phone.

He looked at He Yue who was sobbing silently at his feet. This trick really worked. These children with poor grades or poor families wanted their parents' recognition and love the most, but they were also most afraid of their parents.

Zhou Wenhe squatted down slowly and looked into Heyue's eyes: "Now, are you willing to extend your hand?"

Good, he caught another ant.

-

The melodious songs of youth came from the radio, drifting across the vast campus, adding a little bit of fun to the boring life of solving problems.

Luo Yilan grabbed the railing and looked out. There was an endless stream of students coming and going under her feet, and the sound of happy conversations floated up from time to time.

They chased and played around wantonly, but when they passed other students, they would brake suddenly to avoid hitting others. Luo Yilan watched and her eyebrows curved unconsciously.

"Dinner." A sandwich was handed to her from behind. Luo Yilan knew it was Yue Zhou without turning around. They had always been partners in the broadcasting room.

If we say that the most famous student in Qucheng University is Luo Yilan, it is because of her beauty that people can remember her at a glance no matter where she stands.

With such a beautiful face and yet she is also very smart, no boy can look down on her.

There are very few people in colleges and universities who can be compared with her, and Yue Zhou is one of them. Apart from always competing with Luo Yilan for the first or second place, he is also the only heir to Yue's, the leading group in Qucheng.

Although he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he is humble and easy-going, independent-minded but not sanctimonious. However, his appearance is the thing he least needs to show off.

He was tall and slender, with perfect proportions. His good upbringing made him smile no matter who he was with, but his eyes were distant.

He is like a crescent moon in the boundless ocean in the deep night, gentle and charming, but when you really reach out to touch it, it turns into broken light on the ground.

But it is a pity that the love of this high-born woman is one of the top ten unsolved mysteries in the world, so falling in love is not included in the list of life.

From this perspective, he and Luo Yilan are a good match, but Luo Yilan always sneers when she hears such words: "Who wants to like that fox?"

"Where did this sandwich come from?" Luo Yilan asked as she tore open the bag.

"A girl just gave it to me." Yue Zhou stood beside Luo Yilan, looking at the campus below.

The slowest walkers are the first-year high school students, who have the most time. Those who walk slowly towards the classroom while reading are the second-year high school students. The craziest are the third-year high school students, who have wet hair that has not been dried yet, but are running to the classroom with bread in their hands.

Yue Zhou found it very interesting to see the students walking in a hurry. Just such a small thing could divide people into different groups.

"Have you accepted that girl?" Luo Yilan was hungry and took a bite of the sandwich. She ate slowly and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her fair face.

“You didn’t accept it either…”

"So you refused?"

"Not really." Yue Zhou smiled, "I just said my ideal type is Marie Curie, and she turned around and walked away after hearing that. She didn't even want to give me the sandwich, and threw it away, and it was almost picked up by Senior Brother Da Huang."

Brother Dahuang is a stray dog ​​picked up by the school security guard.

"Yuezhou!" Luo Yilan looked at him in shock, not daring to swallow. Yuezhou couldn't help laughing when he saw her like this: "I'm just kidding, of course I bought it myself in the cafeteria, do you believe this?"

Luo Yilan took a big bite of the sandwich and snorted.

Yue Zhou begged for mercy: "Don't be angry, I didn't see that you were worried, I just made a joke to make you relax a little." Seeing that Luo Yilan's face was slightly relieved, he said, "Tell me, what's wrong?"

"I feel like my friends seem to have a secret." Luo Yilan sighed and lost her appetite. She leaned against the railing with a sandwich in her hand, looking at the bright clouds in the sky.

Although He Yue finished the test paper very quickly, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a name she had never heard of - Wang Xiu Ya.

Who is she? How come she doesn't know He Yue's friends?

And there was Lin Xia Ning, who was in a hurry and didn't know where to go, and refused to tell me what had happened.

The three of them have always been so close that they can talk about anything. Thinking of this, Luo Yilan felt a little disappointed.

"Don't you have any secrets?" Yue Zhou tried to comfort her. "Sometimes, people choose to remain silent in order to protect something. Maybe the secret you want to know is a sharp blade, or a double-edged one. Luo Yilan, don't you understand such a simple truth?" Yue Zhou suddenly moved closer to Luo Yilan and looked into her eyes. "But... I'm also curious, Luo Yilan - do you have any secrets?"

Luo Yilan was stunned and asked, "What about you? Don't you have any secrets?"

"Why should I tell you? We are just ordinary classmates." Yue Zhou smiled and distanced the two of them. "I'll tell you, please lock the door."

After saying that, he waved his hand and left, leaving Luo Yilan standing alone in the warm light of dusk.

Luo Yilan looked at his tall and slender back and shook her head helplessly. For the sake of the sandwich, she didn't bother with him.

-

The sun was setting, He Yue was still sitting in the empty classroom, but Zhou Wenhe had already left.

The belt Zhou Wenhe used was very hard and was folded into several pieces. It was hard and thick. When he hit her palm, Zhou Wenhe's expression didn't look like corporal punishment at all, but more like venting.

Before leaving, Zhou Wenhe punished her by making her copy the history test paper ten times, but her hands were bruised red, and it hurt so much that she couldn't help but stop to relax after writing a few words. She raised her hands to look at her swollen palms and blew on them carefully, trying to see if it could relieve the pain a little, but it didn't work.

If He Yue was still eighteen years old, she would definitely fantasize that after this punishment, as long as she behaved herself and did not make mistakes again, she would not be punished again.

But she was He Yue, a 28-year-old girl who had experienced the torture of Jiang Shaoming. She knew very well that Zhou Wenhe's words of extending his hand would only make He Yue break her bottom line, and the days to come would be even more difficult.

He Yue looked around, at the abandoned classroom, the neatly arranged single tables and chairs, and Zhou Wenhe's skilled words and behavior...

Everything told Heyue that she was not the first victim.

Zhou Wenhe knew the information of all the students. He knew how to grasp the vital points of the students very well. And he was right about one thing. Students like He Yue were helpless and no one would help them or even believe them.

"Heyue, you are so smart, you probably don't want your friends to have the Moral Education class too, right?"

Doesn’t this mean that if she dares to tell anyone, whoever knows about it will be in trouble together with her!

"asshole!"

Thinking of this, He Yue kicked the table angrily, and the pen rolled off the table and fell into a corner.

She sulked alone for a while at the crookedly written booklet, then stood up and bent over to pick it up. The ground rubbed against her palm, causing another pain.

When she gasped and stood up, just as she was about to pack up and leave, she inadvertently noticed the excellent essays posted on the wall.

The papers were yellowed, some of them even couldn't stick together and were hanging by a corner. I guess they were left by previous students.

He Yue suddenly stopped and looked in one direction, raised her hand to open the paper that was shaking in the wind, and looked at the signature of the excellent essay that was blocked in disbelief.

"Wang Xiuya."