I seem to have a crush on the little follower

Today is a sunny day. After several days of continuous rain, the sky is finally clear.

Zhou Fan sat lazily on his seat. His seat was in the last row of the classroom, next to the back door. Because the dean had to peep all the year round, the back door was open almost every day, so it was quite cool.

Good students are generally given preferential treatment by teachers intentionally or unintentionally. Although the teachers don't want to admit this, it has to be said that it still exists.

When Zhou Fan changed the seat, he asked to be transferred here alone. The reason was that it was quiet and would not be disturbed by others. The class teacher didn’t say much because he was always the number one in his studies. Such a good student. Thinking that there must be reasons for being a good student, I agreed.

Zhou Fan scratched some bangs that had grown out, and put the cake and Wangzai milk in the drawer back on the table of the original owner, and sat back on the seat.

To be precise, he just wanted to stay away from those girls.

Where there are many girls, there will always be some small right and wrong, especially when several girls who like him are arranged to sit in a group by chance, Zhou Fan, who is sitting in the center of them, feels that he will be bald sooner or later, not by himself Those who are bald are those who are bald by them.

Although there is no exaggerated intrigue like the scheming of the palace, but as a big man, it is awkward to see other people winking because of him every day. Although a super grass should get used to this kind of life, Zhou Fan is not. I know why, but there is an inexplicable resistance, I hate the feeling of being entangled to death, I hate that terrible bondage.

Zhou Fan sighed, just as he pulled the black schoolbag out of the drawer, someone slapped him on the back.

He turned around, it was Xie Haotian.

Xie Haotian looked at him: "How long has it been since school and you haven't come back, why don't you meditate?"

"Sit for a while, don't worry." Zhou Fan said.

"If you sit for a while, you won't be able to go back." Xie Haotian said gloatingly.

"Huh?" Zhou Fan didn't know why.

"Look outside the door, over the stairs." Xie Haotian patted him on the shoulder, motioning him to look over.

Zhou Fan paused, followed his eyes and looked up at his neck. Two girls surrounded a pretty girl with ponytails, and they lowered their heads and said something. The girl blushed instantly and turned away.

"Your partner?" Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows.

"Damn it, it's not like you don't know that I'm crooked." Xie Haotian rolled his eyes.

"I thought you changed your appetite." Zhou Fan smiled.

"Get out. The one in the middle, did you see that?" Xie Haotian pulled the chair next to him and sat down.

"I see, what's the matter?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Flower in Class [-], Grade [-], I want to confess to you, I just heard it just now." Xie Haotian laughed hard.

"Oh, what did you think?" Zhou Fan was a little disappointed.

"You've really been confessed, you don't even feel tempted when you see a beautiful woman." Xie Haotian snorted.

"I didn't see a beautiful woman, I only saw a handsome young man with yellow hair in front of me." Zhou Fan deliberately teased him.

Xie Haotian rubbed his arms with a look of disgust, kicked his chair leg, and there was a loud scraping sound of metal and the ground, Xie Haotian glared at him: "Fuck, don't fucking gay me, you gay me and me I won't cheat, my senior is much more handsome than you."

"Get out, I'm gay because I'm blind." Zhou Fan also kicked him when he saw this.

After Xie Haotian gave a "cut", he kicked the leg of his chair again: "I guess you won't be able to go back for a while, so give me the keys to your house, and I'll go pick up the guitar and go to the garage to rehearse later. .”

Hearing the sound, Zhou Fan took out the key and threw it to him. After saying "Remember to lock the door", he turned around.

"Thank you!" Xie Haotian smiled, and then hurriedly ran out of the classroom.

Only now did the classroom really quiet down. Zhou Fan let out a long sigh of relief, and glanced at the girls waiting outside from the corner of his eye. Forget it, it’s useless to waste it any longer, let’s face the wind and rain.

Zhou Fan strode out with his schoolbag on one shoulder.

Sure enough, Xie Haotian was right, as soon as he went out, those girls came up with ponytails, and ponytails were obviously shy and cramped.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows.

Tian Ke slightly lowered his head, until he was hit on the waist by the girl next to him, then swallowed and said, "Well, Zhou Fan, I have something to tell you."

"Well, let's talk."

Although Zhou Fan knew what she wanted to say and what he would reply to her, out of respect for her, he still leaned against the railing, intending to listen to her quietly.

*****

Tang Le fell to the ground next to the trash can with a "boom", his brain was buzzing, and there was a flash of gold stars in front of his eyes. He shook his head violently, and just as he tried to grab something to stabilize himself, the trash can was crushed by someone. It was kicked down, and the sour and smelly garbage was dumped all over the floor.

The punch he was caught off guard just now made him not recover for a long time.

Fan Xingchen stood in front of him with his arms folded, looked down at him, and sneered, "Get up, get up and fight again, Zhou Fan, why didn't you protect you today?"

This time, he probably brought enough of his own horses. Wu Yangyang stood in the alley with more than a dozen people, all of them bulingbuling punks who wished to wear all the stars in the sky on their bodies.

Tang Le glanced at it, and their hair colors probably gathered the entire palette, which together made a famous Picasso painting.

Fan Xingchen had already done enough for Zhou Fan to help Tang Le, and then tried his best to beat him up, but today he didn't see Zhou Fan, so he stopped Tang Le, who was alone, and threw him into a In the small corner, he taught him a good lesson, so that Yiping was upset when he was beaten last time.

Fortunately for Zhou Fan, Fan Xingchen spat at Tang Le.

Tang Le propped up his body with trembling arms. His red school uniform had been rubbed dirty, and a hole was broken in his knee. The punch just now hit him firmly on the right side of the cheek. On top, the teeth are even a little loose.

Tang Le licked the bloody smell from the corner of his mouth. Years of beating experience told him that within a few hours, his face would definitely be swollen into a bun.

"Shameless, taking advantage of others!" Tang Le glared at him bitterly, and cursed secretly.

"What are you talking about, I was unlucky last time, but this time I won't beat you up, my surname is not Fan!" Fan Xingchen stepped forward and grabbed Tang Le by the collar, forcing Tang Le, who was half lying on the ground, to look at him.

The corners of Tang Le's mouth and nose were bleeding, and a bloody smell filled his nostrils, but his eyes were still stubborn, and there was a shadow under his long and straight eyelashes. rushed out of the small body.

Fan Xingchen waved the thick wooden stick in his hand angrily with his firm eyes, and shouted at the boys behind him: "Hit me!"

After all, the sky in front of Tang Le instantly darkened.

He tried his best to hold his head with his arms, and curled himself into a ball. From the gap, he could vaguely see the almost hostile gaze and the non-stop raindrops of fists.

I don't know whose leather shoe tip suddenly kicked his lower abdomen. Tang Le's body trembled. The pain spread from his whole body and went straight to his brain. .

"Hit! Hit him until he cries and I kneel down and call him daddy!" Fan Xingchen yelled, his eyes almost turned red.

Tang Le bit his lips desperately, his face was ashen, his body only trembled slightly with the beating, and then he protected his head more firmly, and then endured all this helplessly.

What did he do wrong?

Tang Le was almost desperate at this moment, his nose couldn't help but feel a little sour, when will the bullying of the whole world stop, isn't he just acting cowardly?In the end, this kind of thing will stop.

He also stabbed once. When his father reached out to hit his mother, he also stabbed at them like a hedgehog when he was young, biting his father's arm like crazy.

But everything was in vain, except for more angry beatings and scolding, nothing changed.

Later, he found that as long as he didn't speak, he could get a short period of peace. He became taciturn and didn't communicate with anyone. He let others judge him and spurn him, as long as he didn't hurt him and what he wanted. Protecting people is enough.

He is too weak, obviously has a strong heart, but it is estimated that he was cast in the wrong womb, so he had to compromise, stay in this fragile body that disgusts him, shrunk into a tortoise timidly, and that layer can hold the soft body The hard tortoise shell wrapped around his body is the only weapon he can fight against the darkness.

His body trembled subconsciously again. There were already countless bruises and scars on his body, and he didn't know when their beatings would stop.

Suddenly, Fan Xingchen seemed to be irritated by the way he kept protecting his head. He squatted down suddenly, pulled Tang Le's arms away, and kicked Tang Le's back of the head with his feet.

hum-

Tang Le seemed to be unable to feel the pain anymore. His whole body convulsed as if electrified, and his eyes were pitch black. His body was like a ball of dough, and he lay limp on the ground.

"Wait!" Fan Xingchen suddenly called to stop, and he stretched out his arms to block everyone's movements.

"He... fainted?" A gangster asked.

"It seems to be." The other leaned down and slapped Tang Le's blood-stained face.

"Where did it go?" the bastard asked again.

"I kicked the back of the head." Fan Xingchen hesitated suddenly.

"Fuck, run, boss, this is going to kill someone!" A person suddenly screamed.

"Fuck me."

Fan Xingchen didn't have time to react, so he was dragged by several people and ran out of the alley, leaving only Tang Le lying sideways beside the trash can. He didn't know whether it was nosebleed or blood from his mouth, which was almost all over his face and chest. From a distance, I thought it was a dead person.

Tang Le's blood-stained eyelids trembled, his eyelashes fluttered, like a dying butterfly, his bloodless lips like white paper unconsciously parted, and he called out weakly:

"Brother Fan..."

When Xie Haotian came down from the rental house with his guitar on his back, he found that the alley on the other side was tightly blocked by people.

He leaned forward curiously, only to see a child in the center of the crowd not far away, covered in blood beyond recognition, lying down by the wall, with half of his face swollen, looking lifeless.

"Fuck, Tangzhong school uniform." Xie Haotian was startled, and squeezed into the crowd, listening to the whispers of the passers-by.

"It's fatal."

"No, it seems that I was beaten by a gangster. If I lose a child, I can't beat it."

"Which family's child?"

"It seems to be the one on the third floor upstairs, it looks familiar."

"Oh, that's poor..."

On the third floor?Xie Haotian narrowed his eyes, isn't that the floor of Zhou Fan's house? He looked carefully at the pale face again, and tried his best to filter out all the blood in his mind. After a while, his pupils suddenly dilated.

"Fuck, little weak chicken?!" Xie Haotian immediately pushed the person in front of him away, and rushed up quickly, his heart beating faster.

Xie Haotian wiped Tang Le's face indiscriminately with his hands, and only then did he reveal his good-looking face. Sure enough, it was really him!

He didn't care about the blood on his palms, he quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and called Zhou Fan, and it took dozens of seconds before the other party got through.

"Just lock the door, don't call me..." Zhou Fan's voice was lazy.

Xie Haotian interrupted him in a hurry: "Zhou Fan, the kid next door to you was beaten unconscious, and now he is lying on the side of the second trash can at the north entrance of Sanliu Lane! Come back soon!"

The other side of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, and then there was the sound of running fast. Zhou Fan said briefly and then quickly hung up the phone. His tone was sharp:

"Keep an eye on him, I'll be right there!"