A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

"Hey, have you heard that the one in class nine was beaten up?"

"Ah? He's not usually so fierce, why was he beaten?"

"Maybe it's because he usually offends too many people. He was squatted after school. I said he deserved it. Who told him to..."

The girls in the front row glanced back, and the boy in the last row was doing the question with his head down, showing only the straight bridge of his nose.

"Who told him to mess with our school committee like this?" the girls muttered, with a little displeasure in their voices.

It turned out that it was a girl that Dong Yuxiao chased after in the freshman year of high school. She happened to like Yao Zhibei, and said that she only liked this kind of handsome and good-educated boy. Yao Zhibei's shoelaces caused him to fall severely, and even lost to himself.

Feng Ye didn't do anything wrong yesterday, just to help Yao Zhibei humiliate this guy back at the sports meeting, and stop him from hitting him again after the sports meeting is over.

As Feng Ye thought about it, he stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth, chewing it until his cheeks were filled with the taste of milk.

Every Wednesday afternoon, the last two classes are self-study classes, and all the teachers in the school have a meeting to study.Yao Zhibei finished correcting Feng Ye's exercise paper made yesterday, and circled all the mistakes in red circles, and asked him to try to correct them first.

While pulling his hair, Feng Ye tried hard to find a way to make his mistakes more reasonable.

Yao Zhibei watched angrily as Feng Ye slowly wrote an x ​​on the test paper, and then painted it into a round dot with a pen, took the pen from his hand, and led him to do it step by step resignedly.

"Will it be?"

"Oh——" Feng Ye dragged out his voice.

Both of them didn't pay attention, the girls in the front row who were still complaining for Yao Zhibei, secretly turned their heads, took a look, and smiled again.

"It's so sweet, woo woo woo..."

Yao Zhibei looked up strangely, but couldn't figure out why the classroom suddenly became noisy.

Feng Ye smiled, causing the front to scream again.

"So handsome!"

The voice was a little loud, and Yao Zhibei seemed to understand who they were looking at, his brows furrowed unconsciously, he tapped the test paper with a pen, and said in a ruthless tone, "Continue."

"Yao Zhibei, get the fuck out of here!"

The angry voice was like thunder on the ground, Feng Ye frowned, and there was a person standing outside the door, it was Dong Yuxiao who was surrounded and beaten by Feng Ye's three people yesterday.

Half of Dong Yuxiao's face was swollen, and a bruise bulged out of his left eye, making it almost impossible to see his eyes.

Yao Zhibei raised his eyebrows, if it wasn't for the fact that he was always making things difficult for him last semester, he would hardly recognize him, how could he be beaten so badly?

The students in the class were all frightened, and kept absolutely quiet for a while, only the vertical air conditioner was humming and roaring wind.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Yao Zhibei didn't go out, he didn't even stand up, he just put down the red pen in his hand, his cold voice penetrated the original absolute silence.

Dong Yuxiao was completely irritated by Yao Zhibei's attitude, isn't he just a poor dog, why does he always look down on others!

He rushed directly into the classroom, and Feng Ye's muscles immediately tensed up. If Dong Yuxiao dared to make a move, he guaranteed that the other party would not be able to survive to the sports meeting.

Yao Zhibei seemed to feel Feng Ye's emotions, put his hands on his shoulders, and pressed down on the seat, preventing him from getting up.

Dong Yuxiao scolded: "Your boy looks so noble all day long, I didn't expect you to play tricks! Don't pretend to be so fucking arrogant, you are a rat in the gutter! Your father deserves to go to jail! The whole family is trash..."

Yao Zhibei suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face was frozen, and he was pulled back violently by someone, and then a black shadow flashed, the desk slid across the ground and let out a piercing long cry, Feng Ye had already sat down. On Dong Yuxiao's body, he twisted his wrist behind his back, raised his other hand high, and punched in place, and the dull sound of being hit was heard.

Before Dong Yuxiao could get into trouble, he was thrown to the ground, and the back of his head was hit hard on the ground. Fortunately, the private classroom in Haicheng was covered with wooden floors, so he wouldn't be knocked to the ground.Before he could react, he was suppressed and punched vigorously, especially on the bridge of the nose and below the ribs. The pain was not fatal.

His eyes and the back of his head were full of pantothenic acid, tears and nosebleeds flowed together, and he almost couldn't feel his nose.

In a daze, Dong Yuxiao saw a pair of jet-black eyes, as if he had seen them somewhere.

"Feng Ye!" Yao Zhibei grabbed Feng Ye's wrist and pulled him up.

Feng Ye almost couldn't stand still, with a little blood splashed on his face, he felt nauseous at the thought that it might be a nosebleed, so he pulled a wet towel to wipe it off, and said to Dong Yuxiao who was lying on the ground, "Stop him!" Mom slanders people."

Dong Yuxiao was panting heavily, his hands and feet were weak, his whole body was in pain, and no one helped him, so he just lay on the ground, finally raised his eyes, and once again met those jet-black eyes.

He had seen it before, he was one of the group of people wearing masks who beat him up yesterday, and he was the most vicious!

Yao Zhibei frowned, looked at Feng Ye worriedly, still holding his arm, and pushed him back.

Feng Ye leaned against Yao Zhibei's back, suddenly feeling dizzy, 001 reminded: "Colonel, low blood sugar has been detected, please replenish sugar in time."

Feng Ye sighed, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and put it in his mouth, it took him a while to recover.

Yao Zhibei had already ordered Dong Yuxiao to be taken to the infirmary, turned his head, saw Feng Ye's pale face and mixed emotions, and dragged him out.

"Where are you going?" Feng Ye asked weakly.

"Infirmary." Yao Zhibei paused, "Your hand is bleeding."

Feng Ye lowered his head and took a look. The knuckles of his right hand were all worn out, and the red spot was still oozing blood. He didn't feel it when he was emotional just now, but when he saw it, he suddenly felt pain.

"Wait." Feng Ye grabbed the corner of Yao Zhibei's clothes, "Go to the bathroom first, I'll wash it, this blood is disgusting."

Just as Feng Ye turned on the faucet and was about to hold the water with his hands, Yao Zhibei grabbed his wrist.

"The wound will become infected if it touches water." Yao Zhibei sighed, took a little water with his palm, and unskillfully washed off the blood on Feng Ye's cheeks.

Feng Ye's face was deformed by rubbing, and finally finished washing. When Yao Zhibei turned off the water, he said in a low voice, "Actually, my left hand is not injured, so I can wash my face by myself."

Yao Zhibei: "..."

When the two walked to the infirmary, Feng Ye's complexion was much better, but the scratches on his hands were still aching. The school doctor handed Feng Ye a bottle of alcohol, saying that there was nothing serious, and that it would be disinfected every few hours. Make sure the wound is not infected.

Feng Ye glanced at Dong Yuxiao who was lying on the hospital bed moaning in pain behind the curtain next door, Yao Zhibei took the alcohol spray bottle, grabbed Feng Ye's hand, and drew his attention.

"I sprayed it." Yao Zhibei said, not even giving Feng Ye time to react, and pressed down mercilessly.

Feng Ye was so stimulated that he withdrew his hand abruptly, "Aww!" He stared at Yao Zhibei with wide eyes, as if silently accusing you of being so cruel!

Yao Zhibei turned a blind eye, covered the nozzle cap, and put it in Fengye's pocket: "Remember to spray."

Feng Ye looked at Yao Zhibei's reddish ear tips, which formed an extreme contrast with his cold and paralyzed expression.

He triumphantly said to 001: "He's shy, he might like me!"

001: "The logical relationship between the two is not strong."

Feng Ye said: "You don't—"

"I don't understand." 001 answered in advance.

Feng Ye: "...Did you finish downloading your humor program?"

001: "Yes, hehe." The mechanical voice let out an extremely strange "hehe", almost scaring Feng Ye into goosebumps.

Feng Ye was expressionless: Hehe.

Tonight was another make-up day, and the two of them didn't waste time. As soon as school was over, Feng Ye's driver came to pick him up.

Two high school students sat in the back seat, Yao Zhibei was upright and self-disciplined, memorizing words on the road, while Feng Ye was staggering, sitting with his feet crossed, holding his mobile phone in both hands, engaged in a fierce battle.

When we arrived at Fengqiao Xiyuan, the car drove into the garage behind the villa. Feng Ye took Yao Zhibei upstairs from the stairs behind the garage. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Feng Ye's father in this world, Feng Mingrui, sitting on the sofa and reading documents. .

Feng Mingrui heard the voice, looked up and saw Feng Ye, and nodded to the boy behind him.

"Dad, I'm back." Feng Ye put down his schoolbag.

Yao Zhibei greeted politely: "Hello, Uncle."

Feng Mingrui had a good impression of this young man, he knew that he had always been the number one in Haicheng City, he was a very good boy from a difficult family background but worked hard to make progress.He hired Yao Zhibei to be Feng Ye's tutor, and he also wanted Feng Ye to learn from others and not fool around all day.However, now it seems that his goal has been achieved. The two children chatted and laughed when they entered the door, and they seemed to have a good relationship.

Feng Mingrui nodded, but did not bother the two teenagers too much, he just said: "The meal will be ready in a while, Zhibei will eat it too."

Yao Zhibei thanked him, and Feng Ye directly dragged him upstairs.

Because more than half of the homework has been written in the self-study class, Yao Zhibei took Feng Ye to sort out the main knowledge system of the first year of high school, marking the three types of knowledge, knowledge, and impressions, and a thorough understanding of Feng Ye. After the basic situation of the field, I am going to explain it slowly.

A week passed in a flash, and soon it was the day of the school sports meeting.

Feng Ye took over the fight and suppressed it by himself, but Dong Yuxiao had no chance to participate in the sports meeting again, so Class Nine found another person to take it up.For Feng Ye, who couldn't witness the plot of face-slapping against Shu Shuang with his own eyes, it was a bit of a pity. He even reflected on himself, knowing that he wouldn't have beaten so hard back then.

The autumn sports meeting is held for two days. The first day is for high jump, long jump and sprint competitions, and the second day is for long-distance running and relay races.

The matches between Feng Ye and Yao Zhibei were on the second day, so after the leader finished speaking in the morning, he retreated to the classroom. It was too hot outside, so it would be better to blow on the air conditioner in the classroom.

Yao Zhibei has already changed several competition questions. It can be said that his living expenses are spent on buying questions except for basic food, clothing, housing and transportation.Feng Ye lay face down on the desk with an earphone plugged into his left ear, watching Yao Zhibei write the questions.

I have to say that Yao Zhibei's looks are really eye-catching, no matter from which angle you look at it, he has a perfect face.

It's a pity that I'm only 17...

Feng Ye pinched the other earphone and stuffed it into Yao Zhibei's right ear: "Teacher Yao, do you want to take a break?"

Yao Zhibei's neck was also a little sore, so he followed him, and the two of them sat in the classroom listening to songs all afternoon.

The next morning it was 3200, and then 1000. Feng Ye sat on the stand of Class [-] and watched Yao Zhibei wear a number shirt to check.

The students next to him were discussing: "The one who ran 3200 in Class [-] this time is the deputy captain of the track and field team. I heard that he is also very good."

"Yes, it seems to be a little faster than that Dong Yuxiao, and the endurance is quite good."

After a gunshot, all the contestants ran out together. They were not fast at first, only Yao Zhibei and the track and field team vice-captain kept moving at a fast and uniform speed. For a while, they were on par.

Feng Ye took a bottle of orange-flavored anhydrous soda drink, walked down from the stands, and stood among the crowd at the end of the playground, watching Yao Zhibei run lap after lap, until the final sprint, the front The first and second runners have surpassed those behind by two or even three laps.

The gym student was a few meters faster than Yao Zhibei, Feng Ye stood in front of the crowd, raised his hand and waved, shouting: "Yao Zhibei, come on!"

The playground is too big and too noisy, I don't know if I heard it clearly, I saw Yao Zhibei suddenly speeding up, running, like a small black dot in the distance, and then slowly enlarged.

The young man's forehead was soaked in sweat and was blown away by the wind. He was sharp and agile. At the critical moment, he surpassed the sports student in Class [-] and crossed the finish line.

The people around suddenly cheered enthusiastically, and many people's expressions were full of shock. You must know that this is the level of a national second-level athlete!It was surpassed by a non-sports student!

When Yao Zhibei ran across the finish line, he jogged for more than ten meters according to the inertia, and slowed down. Feng Ye rushed to meet him, faster than any girls around who were waiting for an opportunity, and passed the bottle in his hand. Orange soda.

"Awesome." Feng Ye smiled and gave him a thumbs up, Yao Zhibei also smiled, this may be the first time Feng Ye saw him smile, like spring water breaking through the ice, suddenly grasping the beating heart.

Yao Zhibei took the water, unscrewed it, and put it to his lips to drink slowly.The Adam's apple slid up and down with the water, and a few drops of sweat ran down the outline and got into his collar.

Feng Ye looked at Yao Zhibei intently, and asked him, "Is it good?"

"Ok?"

"What's the smell?" Feng Ye's eyes were hooked, and the thick ink was blurred in the white of his eyes, deep and seductive.

Yao Zhibei looked away instantly, and his lips trembled.

"Orange flavored."