end of season and beginning of cool gl

After class in the afternoon, I was sitting in my seat, eating a bun and looking at the composition material book. Suddenly, a classmate came over and handed me a piece of homework paper folded in two.

"Someone told me to give this to you."

I took the paper and opened it with some doubts. It said "Li Xiaozhu, 5:40, classroom 507, see you soon."

My classroom is on the fourth floor, the teaching building is in the form of a courtyard, and 507 is on the fifth floor opposite.As far as I know, there are no classes in 507 now, and it is only used as an examination room during the monthly examination.

Who gave me the note and asked me to go to 507 for what?I frowned and thought hard, thinking about it, but couldn't think of an answer.

If it wasn't for my name written on the front, I would think it was given to the wrong person.

I looked at the watch, and it was already 5:36. I ate the last bite of the bun, closed the composition material book, and poured a small cup of coffee from the thermos, and drank it clean in two gulps.

Finally, he took out a lollipop, opened it, stuffed it into his mouth, and walked slowly to classroom 507 on the opposite floor.

Whoever it is, anyway, let's go for a walk by the way.I thought so in my heart, completely unaware that a conspiracy was waiting for me.

Because there were few people walking around on the fifth floor, the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust. When you stepped on it, it seemed that you were stepping on an extremely thin and fragile blanket. The friction between the soles of the shoes and the dust seemed to be tearing the blanket.

Looking closely, the blanket is covered with all kinds of wounds in the shape of footprints, new or old, and I can't help but slow down, as if I'm afraid of adding new wounds to it.

I walked slowly to the door of classroom 507. The azure wooden door was closed tightly, and the window was too high for me to see the scene inside.I knocked tentatively, and a strange female voice came from inside: "Come in."

I pushed open the door and stepped half a foot in, and saw three girls standing crookedly in front of me.

Low-waisted pants, small leather shoes, afro hair, immature facial features with gaudy makeup, and a green body paired with such a dusty outfit make people feel awkward no matter how they look at it.

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I froze for a moment, and moved my eyes away from their pale faces without showing any trace, "Do we know each other?"

"Who the hell wants to know you." The girl in the middle cursed contemptuously, and strode over, her chicken paw flew towards me with five bright red nails.

I hurried back, but my head was suddenly covered by a piece of clothing.A hand pushed hard on my back, and I staggered forward.

At this time, the left side of the face was slapped heavily, and there was a toothache rustling sound from the clothes rubbing against the ears, followed by buzzing tinnitus.

This blow made me a little dazed, before the tinnitus passed, punches and kicks fell on me from all directions.

"Be careful, don't slap your face."

When I heard such a sentence in the chaos, I felt that the sound was very familiar. This thought just passed by. After all, it is impossible for people I know to surround me with a bunch of people.

Although I'm not a good person, I'm not a bad person either. I try my best to be an air in the crowd. I don't have friends but I don't have enemies either.

So, why did these people set up a trap to beat me up?Could it be that my hands are itchy and I want to find someone to vent to, and I just happen to look easy to bully?

I licked the faint smell of blood on the inside of my cheeks, and frowned tightly.If people don't offend me, I won't offend them; if people offend me, I will be courteous.

But if someone insults me, I will retaliate with a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, and double.