Tender trapping

Cold water poured into the ear canal.

His five senses became dull, the surrounding sounds were broken in the water flow, everything seemed to be covered by thick fog, he kept struggling, his chest contracted violently due to lack of oxygen, but it only led to more severe coughing.

"Hey... cripple!" The boy holding the nape of his neck was still cursing angrily, "If you don't admit to stealing someone else's drawing, do you still want to plant it and beat him up?!" Amid the scolding, he grabbed Ran Xu's hair, Lift him up and press him into the pool again.

The alveoli seemed to explode, Ran Xu's consciousness became blurred, and his thinking slowed down, but the desire to survive still supported him to resist. Taking advantage of the opportunity when Sun Cheng raised his hand, Ran Xu hit Sun Cheng's abdomen hard with his back elbow, and finally recovered from the pain. He broke free.

Ran Xu leaned on his knees and gasped for breath. He looked past Sun Cheng and looked at the person by the wall who hadn't spoken.

Zhuo Minghui was looking at him with great interest, with a cigarette in his fingertips, his sleeves rolled up halfway, revealing his strong muscles, and the tattoos on his arms were daunting.

"That's my drawing, Sun Cheng copied my drawing!" Ran Xu met the man without hesitation.

His current image is really embarrassing, his hair is all wet, clinging to his scalp, and the corner of his mouth was scratched in the dispute just now, and at this moment, a bright red is particularly conspicuous.

"You still dare to quibble! My computer has the file modification time, but what about you? What evidence do you have other than talking empty teeth!" Sun Cheng had a ferocious face, and rushed towards Ran Xu again.

Ran Xu watched the fist hit his brow, closed his eyes, and prepared to face the pain... The expected pain did not hit.

Zhuo Minghui grabbed Sun Cheng's wrist, raised his chin towards the outside of the bathroom, and finally said: "If you keep beating, the housekeeper will come up to arrest you."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and someone knocked on the door vigorously, telling the people inside to come out quickly.

Ran Xu breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

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Winter was approaching in this northern city, and the evening wind was bleak, blowing into the corridor from the open window, making people feel chills all over. Ran Xu dragged his right leg and followed the counselor step by step.

The students passing by were looking at him with strange eyes, which were full of curiosity and pity.

They were looking at his limping leg, and at his old clothes that were turning white.

Sun Cheng walked swaggeringly, taking advantage of the few seconds when the counselor was not paying attention, he also exaggeratedly imitated Ran Xu's walking appearance, turned his head and showed a weird smile.

Zhuo Minghui, the repeater from Hong Kong City, who was called to the office together, got to the bottom of it, and today's incident was caused by him:

In the homework display during the design class, Zhuo Minghui’s work and Ran Xu’s work are almost the same in draft composition. Although there are some differences in character design, even a layman can see that the two homeworks are tricky .

Compared to Ran Xu's shock, Zhuo Minghui frowned for a moment, and quickly admitted to the teacher that he had hired someone to do his homework.

Logically speaking, acting on behalf of someone is no different from plagiarism or cheating, and they are both subject to punishment.But Zhuo Minghui looked nonchalant, like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard, and the professor of that class was so angry that he slammed the door on the spot.

Zhuo Minghui killed him and didn't say who the person who did it for him was. The academy didn't know what to do, and it only said that it was still under investigation.

But Ran Xu knew who it was, Sun Cheng, his roommate.

Sun Cheng copied Ran Xu's drawing and handed it to Zhuo Minghui, and now, in order to prove his innocence to Zhuo Minghui, he turned around and framed him.

Ran Xu lowered his head, avoiding the eyes of the people around him.

His hands were hanging on the side of his body, clenched into fists, the veins protruding from the bony and pale back of his hands, he did not conceal his anger at this time.

Yes, anger.

This kind of anger has existed for a long time in his 20-year short life, and has been extinguished under the cold water of reality many times.

He couldn't understand why he had managed to escape from that dilapidated place, why those messy things still refused to get out of his life.

However, the moment he stepped into the office, his expression returned to calm.

Ran Xu has a deceptively pretty face. Although he has caused a lot of criticism, but now, such a gentle and harmless face has become the capital of many teachers' preference for him.

Besides, he had good grades, and the teachers in the courtyard spoke very well of him. Most people tended to believe that Ran Xu was dragged into trouble for the mid-term homework.

The counselor is a young man newly recruited this semester, surnamed Lu, not much older than Ran Xu and the others.

He raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Minghui, with a half-smile: "Okay, I've only been in office for less than half a semester, and I've seen you no less than three times. Tell me why you beat someone this time?"

"Mr. Lu, you really called the wrong person this time. I didn't do it myself." The expression on Zhuo Minghui's face did not change much, and the clarification statement was perfunctory, as if another punishment would not affect him at all.

The counselor looked back and forth between him and Sun Chengzhong for a while, then turned his head to look at Ran Xu, his eyes stayed on his wet hair for a moment, got up and went to the next door to get a towel and handed it to him, and then sat down Then ask.

Sun Cheng said that he wanted to vent his anger on Zhuo Minghui because he couldn't see Ran Xu plagiarizing other people's works.

Zhuo Minghui said that he didn't instigate Sun Cheng, but he just enjoyed watching Ran Xu get beaten.

The two talked to each other, as if they were singing a double reed, each voice was higher than the other, and they talked endlessly, which made people headache, but there was no intention of repentance at all between the words.

The counselor couldn't bear it anymore, and took the case: "What I'm talking about now is the matter of you two beating someone, and the matter of homework is the same as the homework...Take a step back, even if Ran Xu plagiarized, it is the school's responsibility to punish him." It has nothing to do with you."

"But I don't think the school intends to take care of it." Zhuo Minghui snorted coldly, stood by the side with folded arms, and said unforgivingly, "Ran Xu plagiarized the shit, I'll find someone to do it for me Punishment, if he hadn't copied it, who would know what I asked him to do?"

The translation of a sentence is that the school shields "good students", and they beat others to do justice for the sky.

The counselor was really irritated, and scolded them for turning black and white, turned around and picked up the contact book on the table and flipped through it, it seemed that they were planning to contact their parents.

This kind of beating can be big or small. It can be said to be a conflict between classmates, but it can also be said to be bullying and punished, or even directly suspended or expelled from school.

Getting the school to come forward to contact the parents is mostly to deal with it strictly.

Sun Cheng's face froze, obviously he didn't want to make a big fuss, he glanced at Zhuo Minghui beside him, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he still admitted his cowardice, changed his previous attitude, and told the counselor Started soft words.

Ran Xu watched the farce with cold eyes, his expression drifting away from the white wall behind the counselor, where the scholarship announcement was posted, and his name was clearly printed on it.

All the professors know very well that with his ability, there is no need to copy others.

But even so, no one dared to blame Zhuo Minghui directly when the homework happened.

There are many rumors among the students that his family's conditions are very unusual, and the reason why the school's studio can be renovated this year is thanks to his family's blessing.

However, Zhuo Minghui had been in the same class as him for several months, and Ran Xu really never heard him mention his parents, but occasionally heard him mention his brother when he taught others.

After all, he didn't have a good impression of Zhuo Minghui himself, so Ran Xu thought to himself that his brother should also be a great villain in the world, and like his brother, he is probably a master who is good at bullying others.

Maybe he has more tattoos than his brother.

Even before seeing the real person, this image is already imprinted in my mind.

So, when Ran Xu really saw Zhuo Wenlang, he was stunned.

The man was wearing a dark windbreaker and a beige turtleneck cashmere sweater. He had handsome features that looked like they had been cut out of a pictorial. He wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. When he smiled, he seemed to be "gentle and elegant". This word was born to describe him.

The door of the office was opened, and the wind in the corridor blew in with a chill, but Ran Xu felt that the chill was going around the man, he could see clearly, his black and white eyes couldn't tolerate anything else at that moment.

Ever since he was a child, he had never seen such a well-born man. When Zhuo Wenlang looked at him, he felt a bit ashamed and didn't know where to put his hands.

"Teacher Lu, I am Minghui's older brother."

The voice was also very nice, and every bit of Zhuo Wenlang's words seemed so appropriate and appropriate to the words of his peers who were used to yelling.

Ran Xu was not the only one who was stunned, the counselor also reacted for a while, then got up quickly and took Zhuo Wenlang's outstretched hand.

He originally wanted to call the guardian to detail Zhuo Minghui's series of crimes in recent days, but unexpectedly the man on the other end of the phone said that he happened to be near the school, so he came directly to "visit".

"What's the matter, did you hear that our Minghui committed another crime?" Zhuo Wenlang spoke in a leisurely manner, with an apologetic smile on his face, making it hard to criticize.

The counselor also calmed down a bit, and began to report to Zhuo Wenlang on his brother's recent situation one by one.

Ran Xu actually didn't pay much attention to what they said, his eyes only fell on the man who was talking with his head tilted.

At that moment, the air seemed to be mixed with nitrous oxide, which was sweet and numbing. Ran Xu was like a child who saw expensive toys in the window, unable to look away at all.

During the conversation, Zhuo Wenlang didn't know what he had heard from the counselor, and turned slightly to look in Ran Xu's direction. Come in his direction.

Ran Xu heard Zhuo Minghui beside him utter a cold snort, and before he had time to think about it, his hand was wrapped by Zhuo Wenlang's warm palm.

"It's so cool." The man frowned, sighed in a low voice, then let go of his hand at the right time, and stood politely opposite Ran Xu, "Little friend, I'll apologize to you on behalf of Minghui."

After finishing speaking, he leaned over and bowed halfway to Ran Xu.

Ran Xu almost jumped up, feeling so at a loss for the first time in his life, he squeezed the palm of his hand, shook his head like a rattle, lowered his eyes and dared not look at Zhuo Wenlang's face: "It's not your fault, You don't have to apologize to me."

"Tsk!" Zhuo Minghui on the side finally couldn't stand it anymore, and interrupted impatiently, "Come on, Zhuo Wenlang, stop pretending to be a good person there, it's almost..."

"Zhuo Minghui!" the counselor interrupted him, hating iron for being weak, "If you can learn half of your brother, you won't be called here for training today."

The teacher and the student at the other end started arguing again, Ran Xu took this opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief, but raised his eyes to meet Zhuo Wenlang's smiling eyes again.

"This is my business card." He took out a small black card from his pocket and put it in Ran Xu's palm, "If Zhuo Minghui troubles you again, you can call me directly."