After being targeted by scheming green tea

This wave of truth confuses Jing Yuwen, and he struggles to break out: "Kiss your mother, you are crazy about wanting to fall in love, idiot, go find your mother."

The two bald heads tried their best to suppress him, and the one on the left asked, "Are you fucking gay, Tong Qian?"

Tong Qian smiled, and pinched Jing Yuwen's face with his hands: "I like good-looking ones, who doesn't like a little face with red lips and white teeth? Tsk, these eyes are also pretty, Teacher Su is really good at giving birth."

Jing Yuwen's face hurt from being pinched, but his arm was caught and he couldn't move, so he could only shake his head wildly. In the end, not only did he not shake off his hand just now, but Tong Qian stretched out his other hand to pinch the other side of his face.

"I just like you making trouble." Tong Qian rubbed Jing Yuwen's face with both hands, and asked, "Ms. Su's son, it should be the first kiss, right? Tsk, the first kiss is sweeter than others..."

Jing Yuwen scolded in disgust: "Sweetheart, you're so fucked up, get out."

The bald man on the right said: "What's wrong with you, I came to see you flirting, you two perverts."

Tong Qian's hand still rested on Jing Yuwen's face, he raised his head and said, "Brothers will ask for some money from that coward Zhao Gan."

The bald man on the right said irritably: "Okay, okay, let's make it quick, don't blot the ink."

Tong Qian smiled: "Okay."

Jing Yuwen struggled: "Good mother, let me go!"

Tong Qian suddenly noticed the band-aid on Jing Yuwen's neck, slid his left hand to his neck, tore off the band-aid, and saw the red mark on his neck.

The bald man on the left smiled: "Damn it, he has someone, Tong Qian."

Jing Yuwen struggled hard, the bald head on the right couldn't hold it steady, he rolled down half of Jing Yuwen's sleeve, the pink hair rope was exposed, the bald head smiled, and pulled the hair rope off: "Tong Qian, here. "

Tong Qian frowned and caught the hair rope, hung it on his index finger and twirled it a few times: "What kind of girl can make Teacher Su's son wear a small hairband and plant such a big strawberry around his neck? ? Is it Fan Jia?"

As he spoke, he gestured to Jing Yuwen's neck a few times.

Jing Yuwen blurted out: "It's your own father, let me go fucking."

"The man?" Tong Qian stroked his chin: "The one named Xiang Siye?"

Jing Yuwen suddenly became hoarse. As soon as Xiang Siye was mentioned, his heart began to panic, and his head unconsciously drooped.

Tong Qian raised his eyebrows, tore off the hair rope and threw it out: "It seems so, this guy is very fast, but I don't dislike it either, I just want to taste whether this pink and tender mouth is sweet or not."

While talking, Tong Qian reached behind Jing Yuwen, pressed his neck, and then slowly put his head on it, and his forehead was close to his forehead, and his mouth was about to be sent up.

Jing Yuwen felt nauseous for a while, tilted his head back, and raised his head suddenly after accumulating strength, his forehead hit Tong Qian's left eye.

Tong Qian squatted on the ground with his eyes covered, the two bald heads laughed wildly when they saw this, and their strength in their hands slackened. Jing Yuwen seized the opportunity to throw them away, endured the pain in his arms, clenched his fists and waved them on Tong Qian's face superior.

The bald man on the left wanted to catch him again, but he kicked him in the stomach, but the bald man on the right hugged him from behind, and he couldn't move. At this moment, Tong Qian and the bald man on the left were approaching him.

The bald head on the left said: "You are so fucking cruel."

Tong Qian was a little angry: "How dare you, Jing Yuwen?"

Jing Yuwen's feet were still empty, he squinted his eyes, and chose Tong Qian between the bald head and Tong Qian, he was so disgusted with Tong Qian, he leaned back, lifted his foot and kicked between Tong Qian's legs forcefully, This kick was quite strong, but it was a pity that he kicked too far.

Tong Qian clutched his stomach: "You fucking almost..."

The bald head behind him hugged Jing Yuwen's shoulders and moved back. Jing Yuwen struggled hard, kicked his legs back and forth alternately, and spit at him: "Bah, you dog, you are suitable for cutting off children and grandchildren."

The other bald head and Tong Qian were about to come up to beat Jing Yuwen, but in the long alley, there was an angry voice suddenly: "What are you doing?"

I didn't see him, but Jing Yuwen knew that this was the guard brother of the fifth middle school, that is, the one that Xiang Siye often called—the third brother.

Although the two bald heads looked bullish, they were young men in their twenties who had died. They panicked when they saw this. They didn't care about Tong Qian at all. They let Jing Yuwen go and ran to the other side of the alley. Run after them.

Panting heavily, Jing Yuwen bent down, put his hands on his knees, and cursed, "Go away to your mother!"

The third brother rushed over, supported Jing Yuwen, and asked with concern: "Are you all right, classmate?"

Jing Yuwen raised his eyes: "No, it's fine, thank you."

The third brother looked stunned: "You are not that one, you have a very good relationship with Xiao Xiang."

The corner of Jing Yuwen's mouth twitched, and he changed the subject: "How did you find this place?"

The third brother supported Jing Yuwen from the right and walked in the direction when he came and went, and said, "There was a child who ran to the school gate crying and looked for me. I didn't hear what he said, but I knew he wanted me Come here, I just walked halfway, and I heard noises here, how did you provoke them?"

Jing Yuwen smiled: "Ah, some trivial things, but thank you anyway."

The third brother sighed: "You children, you are too impulsive. In the future, don't be like this."

"I see, I will pay attention to it in the future," Jing Yuwen nodded. His arm was held for too long just now, and it still hurts a little now. It was not very comfortable to be held by the third brother like this. He gently retracted his right arm Arm: "Well, I can walk, you don't need to help me."

The third brother smiled: "That's fine, you go by yourself."

"Ah."

Jing Yuwen raised his left hand and touched his neck. The band-aid was torn off by Tong Qian just now and thrown away. He subconsciously pulled the collar of the school uniform to the top.

Finally out of this alley, at the gate of the school, the third brother worriedly told: "Be careful on the road, and call the police with your mobile phone in time if something happens!"

Jing Yuwen nodded, and said politely: "I see, thank you! Then I'll go first!"

"Go."

On the bus, Jing Yuwen chose the backmost seat and sat down. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened the front to look at the corner of his mouth. There was an obvious bruise. He moved his mouth and it hurt.

If Su Yan sees this, there will inevitably be a bloody storm, this family, it doesn't matter if they don't return.

As soon as Jing Yuwen entered the community, he began to sneak around, afraid that acquaintances would see him. Whenever he met someone, whether he knew him or not, he would immediately cover his mouth with the opening of his school uniform sleeve.

A man and woman in their twenties who passed by him laughed and said, "This kid doesn't think he's so cool, does he?"

"Non-mainstream half-baked hahaha."

Jing Yuwen gave them a cold sideways glance, continued to maintain this movement, and walked towards the courier collection station.

The collection station in their community finds the parcels by themselves and verifies them by themselves. Coincidentally, as soon as Jing Yuwen stepped into the parcel warehouse, he saw Ms. Su in the crowd looking for parcels carefully. He turned around in fright and hid behind the shelf. , and accidentally ran into an uncle.

Jing Yuwen covered his mouth, nodded and bowed: "Sorry, sorry!"

The uncle gave him a look like a fool, left without saying a word.

People just get off work at this time, so they come here to get a courier by the way, and people from nearby communities also come here to get a courier. There are a lot of people here. The advantage of the large number of people is that Jing Yuwen doesn't have to worry too much about meeting acquaintances , His eyes are so good, he hides behind others before the acquaintances see him.

Jing Yuwen followed the crowd, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at the pick-up code. This number was on the innermost shelf, so Jing Yuwen walked in with difficulty step by step, and when he reached the penultimate shelf, Su Yan turned around suddenly, Jing Yuwen was sweating in shock, and immediately lowered her head and mingled into the crowd next to her.

Ms. Su's voice sounded: "Huh?"

Jing Yuwen was stunned for a moment, and he even thought about his name in the afterlife.

"How do you push the old man? What if something happens to the old man?"

Jing Yuwen breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he hadn't been seen.

The crowd's attention was attracted by Ms. Su's voice, and the road was much easier. Jing Yuwen rushed to the last shelf and saw his courier at a glance. This hand-made courier box was painted on the Anime poster.

After receiving the courier, Jing Yuwen joined the queue for verifying the consignee. He held the courier box and looked at it. He felt that it should be worth it. When he looked up, he saw Ms. Su's back. He swallowed, For the sake of safety, he invited the five people behind him to the front of him.

This trip was safe and sound, Jing Yuwen finally walked out of the community unscathed and got on the bus back to school.

On the bus, Jing Yuwen sat in the last row, holding the courier box, leaning his head against the window glass, staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze, but Xiang Siye was in his mind.

His heart suddenly felt astringent, it felt a little salty, and it seemed like a big stone was pressing on his heart, he was a little out of breath, but when he thought of Xiang Siye smiling gently at him, the corners of his mouth twitched. It also rose unconsciously.

The bus bumped for a while, Jing Yuwen's head knocked, and he returned to reality. Even though no one knew what he was thinking, he was still embarrassed by what he thought just now, and unconsciously murmured: "I will never I like him, haha, idiot."

In the classroom, just after the listening comprehension, there is no teacher in the class, and the students are in a mess, answering the answers correctly, chatting and chatting, Yu Xian and Song are also reading the original text of the listening comprehension, Jing Yuwen walks in and puts the package on the cosine table: "Salted egg, happy birthday, sorry for the lateness."

Yu Xian's eyes sparkled, and he couldn't put it down while holding the package: "Thank you, Lord Jing! No later, no later!"

Song also poked him and reminded him in a low voice, "Look at the corner of Master Jing's mouth."

Yu Xian raised her eyes, startled: "Master Jing, what happened to your mouth?"

"Ah?" Jing Yuwen covered his mouth: "It's okay, I had a fight with some idiots just now, I'm going back to my seat first."

Yu Xian also understood Jing Yuwen, he saw that Jing Yuwen just didn't want to be questioned, so he just looked at Jing Yuwen's back silently until Jing Yuwen sat back in his seat.

Xiang Siye kept staring at Jing Yuwen, and after taking his seat, he asked, "What's wrong with your mouth?"

Jing Yuwen's hand kept covering his mouth, as if nothing had happened: "Mouth? It's nothing, what are you doing?"

Xiang Siye said seriously: "Are you planning to block it all night? Block it until it is cured?"

Jing Yuwen suddenly felt aggrieved, silently removed his hand, and lowered his head.

Xiang Siye's tone was obviously distressed: "Who hit it?"

Jing Yuwen's lower lip pursed unconsciously.

Xiang Siye asked again in a firm tone: "Who hit it?"

Jing Yuwen said aggrievedly: "Yes, the one from Experimental Middle School is the one who lost in the basketball game last time."

Xiang Siye reached out to unzip Jing Yuwen's school uniform, turned his head to look at the left side of Jing Yuwen's neck, and frowned slightly: "Did he tear it off?"

Jing Yuwen nodded.

At this time, Zhou Hong finished checking the listening answers, turned around and asked, "What's the matter, Lord Jing? Is it Zhao Gan?"

Before Jing Yuwen could respond, his wrist was gently grabbed by Xiang Siye, who said coldly, "Leave it alone."

After speaking, he pulled Jing Yuwen out.