The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Sun Demao and the three dandies surrounded Shen Qingchuan. Most of the students in the Department of Chinese Language and Literature were weak students, so they dared not step forward. Seeing that the situation was not good, some students slipped out of the Academic Affairs Office to find a teacher.

Sun Demao and the others rushed forward, punching and kicking, all with brute force.As the saying goes, four hands are hard to beat with eight punches, Shen Qingchuan was agile, but still received a few punches, and someone even punched him in the face sinisterly.

Leng Qiudu fought more fiercely, his face was painted, the corners of his mouth were cut and blood spilled, he was in a very embarrassing situation.

But the two dandies who fought with him were not much better, Leng Qiudu vented his humiliated anger, and hit the vital parts, the two dandies who beat him grinned in pain.

Shen Qingchuan caught Sun Demao's fist and pushed him hard towards the table.He didn't notice the dandy who just fell to the ground, he got up from the ground, secretly picked up the chair leg, and swung straight at Shen Qingchuan's back.

There was a touch.The wood hit the body.

"Ahhh—" The female student couldn't bear to look directly at the bloody scene.

Hearing the scream, Shen Qingchuan guessed that someone was standing behind him plotting against him, and no heavy object fell down after a while.

Shen Qingchuan turned his head and found that Leng Qiudu blocked the falling chair with his arm, and pieces of wood splashed into the corner.Shen Qingchuan kicked the attacker away with one kick, and the dandy let out a pained ouch, bent his body and shrank aside.

"Are you okay?" Shen Qingchuan asked eagerly.

Leng Qiudu shook his head lightly, he was fine.

In the end, the principal Tao Ji came to stop the vicious fight, and made it clear that he would visit the Education Bureau the next day. The students of Cornell University had never been bullied like this before, and they would definitely investigate this matter.

Before Sun Demao and the others were driven away, he uttered harsh words, telling them to be careful when walking outside.

Shen Qingchuan sincerely apologized to the principal and the students who were frightened. Principal Tao Ji knew that Sun Demao had provoked the incident first, but Shen Qingchuan also did it.He criticized the two of them for a few words, then let them go, and asked them to arrange the desks and chairs in the classroom and clean up the water stains on the ground, and go to the school doctor's office to treat the wound first.

A few female students helped to arrange the messy desks and chairs. After Shen Qingchuan tidied up the classroom, he took Leng Qiudu to the school infirmary to treat the wound.

The door of the school doctor's room was unlocked, and there were bottles and cans on the cabinet, most of which were ordinary medicines. There was only one empty bed with white curtains, and the school doctor was nowhere to be seen.

Shen Qingchuan looked at the cloth label on the glass bottle and searched for the medicine. The dark brown wide-mouth glass bottle contained iodophor. When he opened the glass bottle of red liquid, a medicinal smell of safflower oil came out.

Seeing that Leng Qiudu's robe was still dripping, he asked him to change.Leng Qiudu pulled up the white bed curtain, stood beside the bed, lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking, and took off his wet robe after a while, and put on a brand new Zhongshan suit.

With a crash, the bed curtain was pulled aside, Shen Qingchuan held a few glass medicine bottles in his arms, turned around when he heard the sound, his eyes lit up and said: "Sure enough, the man wants to be handsome in soap."

Leng Qiudu wore a neat Chinese tunic suit, his body was as loose as frost, he was handsome, his hair was fair, his eyebrows and eyes that had faded away from bookishness became sharp, and he was handsome and gentle like ice that did not melt.

This is not a poor student in a gray robe. If he walks on the road, he will definitely attract a wave of social elites who are admired by boudoir girls, even if he is exuding cold air.

Leng Qiudu tightly pursed his lips, sat on the bed, and let Shen Qingchuan lift his chin to apply the medicine.

"Does it hurt?"

Seeing that Shen Qingchuan was dipping a cotton swab in his hand with the liquid medicine, carefully dabbing it on the corner of his skinned mouth, he said softly, as if what was in front of him was a piece of fragile porcelain.

Leng Qiudu shook his head, the medicine soaked through the wound, slightly irritating and painful, but this was nothing compared to the punching, kicking, cold words and cold eyes he faced when he grew up.

Shen Qingchuan asked Leng Qiudu if he was still injured, seeing him shaking his head, he put the iodophor glass bottle back on the medicine rack.

Leng Qiudu stood up, folded the robe and put it on the chair. He didn't have much expression on his face, but the hatred surging in his heart was like a huge wave. Thinking of today's humiliation, his classmates cast strange eyes. What Mao said was engraved in the bottom of my heart.

Shen Qingchuan didn't care what Leng Qiudu was thinking about with his head down, and frowned slightly, his body was in severe pain, those turtle grandchildren did a dirty trick, throwing everything on his back, and he was punched a few times, When I opened the shirt, I found that there were several bruises on my lower abdomen, and my back was also stabbing and painful.

He smeared the medicinal wine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis on his chest and abdomen indiscriminately, and he couldn't see his back. If he went back to Shen's house and asked a servant to help him vomit, maybe today's fight would break out.

"Student Leng, can you help me smear my back?" Shen Qingchuan stuffed the medicine bottle to Leng Qiudu.

Leng Qiudu recovered from his thoughts, holding the medicine bottle, the coolness of the glass bottle passed to his hand.

It was just the next scene that caught his eyes that made him stop.

Shen Qingchuan's faded white shirt was draped over the back of the chair. He was lying on the bed with his upper body bare. The white linen was dyed orange by the setting sun. The bruises have also become like colorful paintings, with an indescribably rich color.

The temples are stretched and the eyebrows are relaxed, and the muscles are sweating, like moistened flowers.

Shen Qingchuan didn't know it yet, with eyes as clear as autumn waters, he seemed to be wondering why student Leng was in a daze.

"Student Leng?" Shen Qingchuan called out, urging him to take the medicine.

Leng Qiudu came back to his senses, pursed his lips, slowly poured the medicated oil on his hands and rubbed it, his hands were shaking when pouring, a few drops of safflower oil dripped on the young man's waist, and slid down.

Leng Qiudu gently smeared it, and the skin touched by the palm of his hand was soft and delicate like a batch of silk and satin. Only a wealthy family can raise such a delicate young master, especially the skin around the waist is as soft as spring snow. He dare not use force, for fear of breaking it .

"Student Leng, use more force, or you won't loosen the bruise." Shen Qingchuan felt a thin layer of calluses on Leng Qiudu's fingertips, but the strength was like a goose feather gently brushing his back.

Shen Qingchuan couldn't stand the sudden pain, and his waist was too sensitive, so he let out a muffled grunt, "Mmmm~"

This... This is too hard!

The corners of Shen Qingchuan's eyelashes were wet with pain, and tears came out, and he turned his head to look behind him, "Hiss~Leng...Student Leng, you don't have to use such force, just rub the bruise slowly."

That sound was like a knife and ax splitting the iceberg crack, triggering a certain button.

Leng Qiudu's black eyes were dark and gloomy, looking at the young man's face that was dyed beautiful by the sun's rays, like a branch of spring crabapple swaying wantonly, and like a fierce and domineering silver light knife cutting evil from the bottom of his heart.

The fire came out of nowhere, spread from the soles of the feet to the atrium of the heart, burning fiercely, causing Leng Qiudu's rationality to retreat step by step, until he went to the sink to wash his hands and washed the remaining safflower oil on his hands. The water was washed over and over again to let the scalding palm of the hand slightly dissipate the heat.

Shen Qingchuan dressed neatly, buttoned up the buttons of his shirt one by one, and returned to that clear and modern youth.Sniffing his body, there was still a faint smell of safflower oil, he hoped to go back to Shen's residence to dissipate, otherwise Shen's father would have to explain again when he asked.