God forbids me to fall in love

It can be expected that being late is a certainty.

He may even have to skip an extra morning of class.

Thinking of this, Moen felt his whole body's strength being taken away again. He gritted his teeth and walked forward, taking every step with great difficulty.

The Training Center for the Poor is not far from here, just pass through two alleys. Moen can vaguely see the towering walls of that special campus from where he stood.

It's already a relatively recent "place to turn to".

Moen decided to send Willard back to his school, where the teachers would definitely help their poor seriously injured student.

At the same time he was going to expose the atrocity that had just happened, and hoped it wouldn't get him into any trouble.

The environment deep in the alley is terrible, even the air is damp.

Moen accidentally stepped on the slippery moss and sticky mud with several feet, almost falling down.

He has never been here before, although he must pass this block to go to school, but he has only seen the scenery along the road.

I didn't expect there to be such a dark place in the world.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on."

Moen felt as if his shoulder was so sore that it was about to disintegrate on the spot.

While taking a deep breath, he continued to cheer himself up. Seeing that he was about to arrive, there were only a few steps left between him and the destination.

The sign of the training center for the poor hangs high above the gray wall, and a huge rusty iron gate cuts off the connection between this place and the outside world.

Cold, rigid, solemn.

This was Moen's entire impression of this school. He couldn't get a glimpse of its interior, everything was tightly covered, and he could only guess with his imagination that it might be very different from his own campus.

He didn't dare to delay, overcame the discomfort in his heart, and slapped the iron door violently with one hand, while shouting loudly: "Hello, is there anyone? The students here are injured, we seek help!"

I don't know how many times he yelled, and when he clapped his palms numbly, there was the sound of approaching footsteps behind the iron gate.

Moen saw the remaining blood spots on the door, and realized that his scratched palm was bleeding again.

"who?"

The heavy iron gate was pulled open, but there was still a layer of iron net inside.

A muscular middle-aged man with a full beard appeared from behind. He scanned Moen and Velede solemnly, and his eyes stayed on Velede for a long time.

"Do you know him? He is a student here. He was just injured by those bad kids who also study here. He needs help..."

"Stop!" The man interrupted Moen impatiently. He frowned and said, "You are mistaken. Willard has already been expelled from school. He is not under our control. Please leave."

"But he has already shed a lot of blood, and if he drags it on, he will die!"

Moen couldn't believe that he had worked hard in vain. He carried Veleder forward and wanted to fight again, but the man had already started to push the iron door sideways.

"Please save him..." Moen begged, but the man's indifferent eyes had already begun to turn into disgust.

Evidently nothing could be said to arouse his sympathy.

But Moen still tried to struggle: "I will pay you, which is higher than the hospital! Or you can offer conditions, and I will accept them all..."

The speed at which the iron door was closed did not slow down at all because of Moen's words, until the door was closed with only a thin crack left.

Moen was ready to put away his despair and rush him to the nearest hospital, but the man poked his head out again.

His eyes narrowed, and he said to Moen in a tone that seemed to be warning and persuading: "I advise you to put away all your useless kindness, and mixing with him will not end well. Like you Clothes—”

There was contempt in his eyes, he looked at Moen's trousers covered with mud, and snorted coldly: "If the fine cloth falls into the mud, it will not escape the fate of being polluted. Willed is a demon, let him therefore Death is a merit."

Before Moen could respond, he closed the heavy iron door with a "bang" and locked it.

"..."

Moen knelt down on the ground with no strength, and Velede also fell on top of him.

Panic and self-blame welled up in his heart, and he knew that what he needed to do most now was to quickly make up for the mistake caused by his self-righteous decision-making, and send Velede to the hospital.

But he didn't even seem to have the strength to stand up.

"...You seem to have encountered a problem."

To Moen, the voice that descended from the sky was like the sound of heaven.

He looked up in disbelief, and saw a yellow-haired boy pulling a cart full of straw stopped in front of them.

"The situation is really bad. I guess you have to go to the hospital. Do you need help?" The kind "angel on earth" said in a relaxed tone.

Moen was about to cry, he got up from the ground with hope in his eyes, and nodded heavily.

……

The boy and Moen each pulled the cart forward, and above the straw of the cart lay the unconscious Velede.

"Why is it so heavy, no wonder it makes you so tired." After walking about ten meters, he couldn't help but wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed, "Good guy, that friend above is really hiding something. Do not reveal."

"Thank you for helping me..." Moen said gratefully, "I'm Moen Squire, what's your name, do you live near here? I will definitely go to thank you after school this week!"

"Squire? You are a rich man." The young man's tone was natural, without subterfuge, "My name is Neil, so there's no need to say thank you, it's just a matter of little effort, I'm going in this direction anyway. "

Moen kept the name "Neil" in his heart, and planned to ask the housekeeper to bring him over on weekends to find someone and give him a thank you gift.

"Brother, I think we still need to make some adjustments." Neil stopped his movements out of breath, "Either throw away the straw first to lighten the burden. If we reach the speed at this speed, the hospital might be gone."

"I'm sorry to trouble you. You are such a nice person. I don't know how to thank you." Moen was both moved and ashamed. He praised Neil from the bottom of his heart, and told himself in his heart that the next time When the composition is assigned by Teacher Shanna, this touching story must be written.

The two of them stopped the cart and removed the original bundles of straw on it.

"……what?"

In the process of carrying it, Neil seemed to have encountered some extraordinary texture. He froze for a moment, and tentatively touched Velede's calf.

In the next second, he pushed up his pants.

Moen was also stunned when he saw the "iron bags" tightly wrapped around Velede's legs.

He didn't expect his unreliable guess before to be true. Between Willed's ankle and calf, there were circle after circle of steel heavy objects wrapped in linen.

"...!?"

Every step that Viled takes is heavy, how can it still come and go like the wind?

Moen knew there was a similar approach to exercising.

If some people feel that they are not running fast, they will tie sandbags on their legs, and one day when those burdens are removed, they will find themselves as light as a swallow.

Why did Keweiled do this?

Could it be to avoid the beatings of those "thugs"?

Does he always have to face such a dangerous dilemma...

Moen felt uncomfortable as if he was choking on something.

He looked at the bruises on Velede's exposed calf and some long scars covered with blood scabs. He completely imagined Velede's daily life, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Oh my god!" Neil gasped, "This weirdo shouldn't be your friend. Is this some kind of strange punishment? Can we help him take it down..."

"I don't know him either." Moen shook his head, reached out to touch Velede's waist, and sure enough, he found the same thing.

I still remember that when I propped up the fallen Velede, I didn't particularly notice his "headlight and heavy feet". It should be that his upper body also has heavy objects hanging down.

Solving problems is more important than exploring them right now.

"I'll help him remove it." Moen started to remove the "iron bag" on his own initiative, his tone was firm, but looking closely at the moving hands, it was obviously shaking.

Neil also immediately helped, and the two of them took off the burdens on Willed one by one, and piled them on the side of the road.

Then he dragged the small cart that became much lighter and ran all the way, and ran to the hospital near the church in the town within 10 minutes.

It seems that the clouds have finally been lifted and the light is seen.

But when he arrived at the hospital, under the doctor's probing eyes, Moen reached into his pocket and found nothing.

The coins seem to be all in the backpack, which means...

Neil looked at him with embarrassment, and whispered, "I don't have any money with me either."

"I'll go back and get it." Moen hated his recklessness, and ran out the door as he said, "Doctor, please treat him first! I will definitely bring the coins back, soon!"

After tossing around all morning without drinking a sip of water, Moen's throat was about to burst into smoke.

He has never been a person with superior physical strength, and he insisted on running to the original starting point with a sense of apology.

His backpack was still lying at the place where the two collided. Moen hurriedly packed the scattered books on the ground, not daring to stay for a moment, and ran back while holding the bag and taking out money.

Along the way, he kept regretting why he didn't stay in the carriage for one more minute, or run a few seconds faster when running to school, so nothing would happen.

He doesn't have to skip class and do "manual work" like a spinning top in order to get by with his conscience, and he doesn't have to endure so much self-moral condemnation.

Velede would not be chased by street boys, let alone hit by an iron rod, and he is still unconscious.

Moen rushed to the street where the hospital was with his exhausted body, and saw Neil standing at the door of the hospital from a distance.

Moen was startled, thinking they had been blasted out, grabbed a handful of coins and rushed forward.

"...Moen, just as you left on the front foot, the person on the back foot miraculously woke up! He refused to receive treatment, I couldn't stop him, he has already left!" Neil came forward in panic, "I am I tried to chase him, but I lost it before I ran out of this street, sorry for you... But it seems that he can run so fast, it seems that there is nothing serious."

"What?" Moen couldn't believe it.

He instinctively walked towards the hospital, wanting to make sure that this ridiculous thing really happened.

A doctor came out with a bag of garbage and bumped into him.

"Don't look, the person has indeed left." The doctor with a mustache said calmly, "It's really regrettable, isn't it? After all this, this person has not died yet."

Seeing the sluggish expressions of Moen and Neil, he froze for a moment, changed the topic, and added: "Valede doesn't need help, don't waste your kindness next time, silly children, you've got bad luck all over, and you still don't need help. Why don't you go to the church next door and donate to charity."