My old gong is a ghost?

When you treat others with great malice, perhaps, ghosts are behind you.

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With a splash, the cold water splashed on Tong Xiaosong's thin and frail body, the cold was piercing to the bone. On the cold tiled floor, he was covered in water, curled up and hugged himself tightly.

Surrounded by three big boys, they smiled maliciously.

Laughter filled the public bathroom, Tong Xiaosong tried his best to open his water-sealed eyes, and vaguely saw the door of the bathroom being opened.

He met a pair of eyes full of panic, curiosity and fear. There was more than one person outside the door, but it was clearly written in those eyes that they were just curious and didn't want to cause trouble.

As if his gaze was too intense, the crack in the door revealing a ray of light quietly closed again.

"Hey, don't act like we are bullying you, okay?" Zhu Fan showed an annoyed expression: "Who are you pretending to be angry for? Like we are bad people."

Zhao Shanyi sneered: "Just kidding, a bucket of water paralyzed you?"

Cui Jian angrily kicked the man curled up on the ground: "Get up! Do you still want to go back to the dormitory tonight!?"

With a pale face, Tong Xiaosong shook his cold hands, and slowly got up from the ground full of cold water. The cheap T-shirt and casual pants on his body were already soaked, tightly wrapped around the malnourished slender body.

There was a bang on the door, and an enthusiastic big boy barged in, sternly saying, "What are you doing!"

The three of them looked back, with exaggerated smiles on their faces.

Zhu Fan: "No way! Do you care if we are joking around?"

"Just kidding?" The big boy glared at them, "How many degrees is the temperature today, are you just kidding around by pouring cold water on others?"

"Oh, we're in the same dormitory, what's going on?" Zhao Shanyi said impatiently with a cold face, then glanced at Tong Xiaosong, who was always hanging his head, and snorted coldly: "If you don't believe me, ask him, we Are you kidding me?"

Tong Xiaosong heard his own voice say weakly and flatly: "Well, we are just kidding."

The big boy looked at Tong Xiaosong in disbelief, and said, "What are you afraid of? They bully you and I will sue the teacher for you!"

Tong Xiaosong said in a dead voice, "No bullying..."

Zhu Fan smiled viciously: "Ha, did you see that?"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Fan walked out, and when he passed by the boy, he bumped him hard with his shoulder.

Zhao Shanyi followed behind and went out.

Cui Jian patted Tong Xiaosong on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Good job, go back to the dormitory to sleep tonight."

When only Tong Xiaosong and the big boy were left in the bathroom, the big boy stared at Tong Xiaosong for a while, then snorted: "You don't dare to resist even if I help you, no wonder no one is helping you, you deserve it!"

After speaking, the big boy left angrily.

Tong Xiaosong stood there numbly, feeling cold from the inside out, his whole body seemed to have no warmth.

How dare he resist...

The child in the deep mountain has no way out, and his father was born in the deep mountain and slept in the deep mountain forever.

While taking care of his crazy mother, the elder sister at home desperately entrusted him to high school, just wanting him to use his knowledge to make a way out of the man-eating mountain.

He is different from other children. They have the confidence to resist, have the capital to be willful, and have the right to squander.

And he didn't.

If he can study here, he is already stepping on his sister's body to climb up, so he must study, and only study.

Because it is too far away from home, he lives in a student dormitory.

The first year of high school went well, but after the dormitory was reassigned in the second year of high school, his nightmare began.

The three new roommates were like sensitive vultures, smelling the rancid smell on his body that hadn't seen the sun all year round, they tore him excitedly and crazily.

He still remembered clearly the consequences of the last resistance. After those three people were criticized and taught by the school leaders, the dormitories still did not change.

After he returned to the dormitory, he was severely beaten by three people, tied up with a rope and hung out of the window for a whole night.

He almost died that night, and was sick for a whole week afterwards, afraid to buy medicine, because any of his expenses would be heavy sacks of potatoes, which would weigh heavily on his sister's shoulders.

Even he didn't know how he survived.

He also asked the teacher how to change the dormitory. The teacher told him with sympathy and pity in his eyes that he could only rent a house outside.

A cup of milk tea is already a luxury he dare not touch, and he dare not even think about renting a house.

Because he was stepping on his sister.

***

Class was about to begin, and this class could not be missed, Tong Xiaosong walked out of the bathroom with stiff steps.

Both legs were numb and cold like ice sculptures.

There was no one in the dormitory, so Tong Xiaosong put down the curtain beside the bed, changed into clean clothes, and put on the cotton padded clothes that his sister made for him, although the cotton padded clothes did not bring him any warmth back.

A few minutes after the class bell rang, Tong Xiaosong finally rushed back to the class, with his head down, not wanting to look at anyone in the class.

The teacher looked at the withdrawn and pitiful Tong Xiaosong: "You... well, forget it, go back and sit."

Tong Xiaosong walked quickly to his seat, a leg came across the air, tripping him staggeringly, the whole class roared with laughter.

You don't even need to look at him to know that the person tripping him is Zhu Fan. Zhu Fan is the only one in the class who has those fluorescent yellow sneakers.

Opening the book, he focused on the words, as if looking at the ladder leading to hope.

After the class was over soon, he was still focused on the class notes in his seat.

A commotion sounded.

Tong Xiaosong stood next to someone, looking down at his shoes. They were a pair of brand-name sneakers worth tens of thousands of dollars.

His desk was knocked twice by a big, bony hand.

Looking up, a cool and handsome face appeared in front of him. The other person was wearing a real luxury brand, and there was an unconcealable arrogance in a pair of sharp eyes.

Rejection and fear flashed across Tong Xiaosong's eyes, and he lowered his head again in avoidance.

Gu Xuan: "I heard that you were stuck in the bathroom? Why didn't you come to me?"

Tong Xiaosong buried his head even lower.

Gu Xuan pulled up a chair and sat next to Tong Xiaosong, sneered twice: "Why are you so upset? You would rather be bullied by others than touch me, right?"

Tong Xiaosong murmured as softly as a mosquito: "No...no bullying."

Gu Xuan narrowed his eyes, and his face was a little annoyed: "Tong Xiaosong, I don't mind how many men and women confess to me. I just fell in love with you. You fucking hide me as a dirty thing? I just let you nausea?"

Half-length curly hair covered Tong Xiaosong's eyes, only his pale face and bitten blue lips could be seen.

"I... I'm not, I'm not the same..."

"Not gay?" Gu Xuan sneered, "Good job."

Gu Xuan got up, stepped forward with two long legs, turned and left in a chic and handsome manner.

Tong Xiaosong breathed a sigh of relief when a hand suddenly reached out and pulled his hair violently.

"hiss!"

Holding his sore scalp, he looked up and saw the back of the most beautiful girl in the class.

That girl likes Gu Xuan.

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