My old gong is a ghost?

The author's words in the previous chapter may not be obvious, but this chapter emphasizes that Gu Xuan is not a small gong!

Xiao Gong is a ghost!It's called Zhixian, and he won't hurt Xiaoshou!This is sweet text!

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Tong Xiaosong doesn't like Gu Xuan, because the first bullying he encountered was brought to him by Gu Xuan.

He didn't know when he provoked Gu Xuan. He only knew that on the day Gu Xuan made a high-profile confession in public, some people looked at him as if they wanted to cut him into pieces.

It was the first time he faced someone's confession, he was at a loss and felt guilty for rejecting the other party, but he really didn't know what to like, and he didn't want to have any contact with Gu Xuan.

He just wants to learn, to get out of this dark and long road, and to take his mother and sister to a place full of sunshine.

Unexpectedly, on the way back to the dormitory that night, he was pulled into a corner by several girls.

He didn't even know why the girl had such strength to press him against the wall and slap him hard.

His cheeks were hot and painful, his eyes were dizzy, and he vaguely saw a smoking man standing in the shadow by the wall.

When the cigarette butt flickered, he saw the face of that person, it was Gu Xuan.

After an unknown amount of time, those girls finally stopped, and after scolding him a lot, they left with high spirits.

The tens of thousands of sneakers came to him stepping on the mud.

"Tong Xiaosong, promise me, after you are with me, no one will dare to bully you in the future."

The helplessness and guilt of rejecting the other party's confession during the day turned into a joke in an instant.

It turned out...the other party just regarded him as a toy.

But he felt guilty for most of the day because of his insufficient formal refusal.

Afterwards, almost every bullying he encountered had the shadow of Gu Xuan.

Gu Xuan treated him as if he was taming a disobedient prey.

Use cruel and intense means to make him surrender and obey.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, he would cover himself in the quilt and let the tears flow.

Those people's lives are obviously so wonderful, why should they trample on others?

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After Tong Xiaosong had dinner in the cafeteria, he went back to the dormitory silently.

The other three people haven't come back yet, and there are oranges and orange peeling knives on the table in the dormitory.

It was bought by the other three, and he swallowed silently.

This kind of thing is not too rare in the mountains, but it is surprisingly expensive here.

Taking a deep breath, he looked away from the orange.

Because he dared not use the desk, he hugged the book and went to bed.

Turn on the half-broken night light on the bed, which he picked up from the trash can that no one else wanted.

He loves the trash can at school because he always finds something good to dig through.

The bed curtain was lowered, as if he had entered his own fortress.

Tong Xiaosong finally raised his head and looked at the glowing night light, as if looking at the sun.

Fragmented hair with natural curls hangs softly on the white forehead, and the dark but empty eyes reflect extremely bright spots of light, adding a trace of fragility and despair.

After a while, he finally moved his eyes and moved his eyes to the book.

After a while, there was a slam on the door, and familiar and chaotic footsteps came in, mixed with the laughing and cursing conversations of the three.

"That damn thing really asks everything?"

"It is said that they can ask questions, and they are very accurate."

"No, then I'm really curious."

"Try it today?"

"Does it have to be the old school building? Can't it just be in the dormitory?"

"It is said that the old school building is more shady, so it is easier to summon."

Tong Xiaosong quickly turned off the night light, put the book under the pillow, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but his ears were sensitive to the sounds outside.

Zhu Fan: "Hey, that coward seems to be asleep."

Cui Jian sneered: "Sleep a dick, if he sleeps, I'll eat the whole table."

The sound of a zipper sounded, the bed curtain was pulled open, and Tong Xiaosong tensed up.

The next moment, a big foot wearing a shoe kicked Tong Xiaosong's waist.

"Ah!" Tong Xiaosong covered his waist, cold sweat broke out in an instant, he gritted his teeth in pain but couldn't make a sound.

Cui Jian: "Sleep your mother! Get up quickly!"

Tong Xiaosong took a few trembling breaths, climbed off the bed, and stood beside the bed with his head bowed, without saying a word.

When Cui Jian saw Tong Xiaosong's appearance, he came up angrily: "Who will you show your fucking unconvinced look?"

Cui Jian lifted Tong Xiaosong's chin, and patted Tong Xiaosong's cheek viciously, making a clear and crisp sound.

Tong Xiaosong's eyes flickered with fear: "No..."

"Not your mother!" Cui Jian slapped him backhand.

Clap!

Tong Xiaosong's face was turned sideways by the slap, his teeth broke through the inner wall of his mouth, and the smell of blood filled his mouth.

"Get out!" Cui Jian kicked Tong Xiaosong to the table again.

There was a bang.

Tong Xiaosong's eyes darkened, and his forehead throbbed from the bump.

He supported the table and climbed up, the fresh scent spread from the end of his nose, and when he looked up, it was the bright orange and the shiny knife.

As if being burned, he immediately looked away, turned his back to the table, and tightly clenched his hands, not daring to recall what he had just seen.

Cui Jian took off his T-shirt and threw it on the bed, then found a thick sweater and put it on.

Zhu Fan turned over the desk: "Pen...paper...what else?"

Zhao Shanyi: "That's all. Let's invite a pen fairy, except pens and paper... By the way, candles! Don't forget to bring two white candles."

Zhu Fan: "Fuck, where did you get the white candle in the dormitory?"

After speaking, Zhu Fan looked at Tong Xiaosong and his eyes lit up: "Hey, go and buy two white candles."

Tong Xiaosong nodded with his head down: "Okay."

Zhu Fan snorted and tried the pen in his hand.

After a few seconds, Cui Jian, who had changed his clothes, saw Tong Xiaosong still standing there, and said angrily, "What are you doing!? You're not going yet!"

The eyes of the three people all focused on Tong Xiaosong.

Tong Xiaosong muttered, "Qian..."

Zhu Fan rolled his eyes: "Come back to you!"

Tong Xiaosong: "I, I don't have any money, I have to give it first."

Cui Jian walked towards Tong Xiaosong with anger on his face: "No money? What if we find money on you today?"

Tong Xiaosong wanted to retreat nervously, but was blocked by the table. He looked back helplessly, and the gleaming blade caught his attention again.

Turning his head back suddenly, he shook his head vigorously: "Please, please..."

Zhu Fan let out an exaggerated wail: "Fuck it...it seems like the brothers are wicked!"

Zhao Shanyi narrowed his eyes, eyes full of malice: "Cowardly and stingy, it really embarrasses us men! Search him! Find a dollar and stuff it into his mouth! Let him eat it!"

The three of them rushed forward, and Tong Xiaosong immediately covered his trouser pockets.

This seemed to give guidance to those three people. Six hands restrained Tong Xiaosong while frantically tearing at the trouser pocket.

"No, no! That's... that's my sister selling potatoes..." Tong Xiaosong's voice was full of tears.

While struggling, he almost subconsciously held the knife that had been reflected in his heart in his hand, and slashed fiercely at the front.

"Hold!!"

The three of them dispersed immediately, they were stunned and stared at the knife in Tong Xiaosong's hand stupidly.

Both Zhao Shanyi and Cui Jian's clothes were torn.

There was a gash on Zhu Fan's hand, which was very shallow, but glaring blood slowly oozes out.