Can't Escape in Youth: Youth

The sweat on his forehead still showed how intense the scene he had been through just now.

Although Wan Xin's heart was still pounding, his spirit relaxed.

However, what followed immediately made his heart hang high in his throat.

He saw the police coming.

The three were taken into a police car and entered the police station.

The three of them were originally arranged to take notes in the hall, but Miao Zaiqing always looked like he wanted to kill that person, and refused to say anything when asked.

There was no other way, the young policeman in charge of questioning Miao Zaiqing had no choice but to ask someone to take him to another place.

At this time, the young policeman asked again.

"Name?"

"The seedlings are green."

The young policeman frowned, "Speak up."

"Miao Zaiqing." Miao Zaiqing raised the volume a little, but the voice was very mechanical and lifeless.

"gender?"

"male."

"age?"

"18."

"address?"

"No. 102, Wushui Road, Guanyin Town."

"Work?"

"student."

"School name?"

"A High School Affiliated."

The young policeman whispered, "A key high school."

"Why fight?"

Miao Zaiqing stopped talking, staring at the young policeman's hand holding the pen, wondering what he was thinking.

Wan Xin had already made a record, and was sat aside by the police, his arms ached.

The young policeman here had a stalemate with Miao Zaiqing for a while, no matter how much he asked, the young man on the other side just refused to tell the reason.

"Young man, if you don't say the reason, you will be dealt with as the crime of intentional wounding." The young policeman deliberately threatened with a straight face.

After a few words of scaring, but seeing that it didn't work, he began to persuade again with earnest words.

However, Miao Zaiqing just sat there without moving, with a word leaking from her whole body.

If you ask, I will lose.

Seeing that he couldn't find the reason, the young policeman got up, first went over to read Wan Xin's record, and then walked towards the person who was taken away.

Seeing this, Wan Xin quickly got up and came to Miao Zaiqing's side, putting his hands on his shoulders.

"In Qing."

Miao Zaiqing mechanically turned his head to look at him, his eyes were dim and still flushed, but he didn't brush Wan Xin's hand off his shoulder.

"sorry."

"sorry."

"I'm sorry, Wan Xin."

Miao Zaiqing apologized three times in a row, with a trace of unnoticeable sobs and tremors in his voice, and a glint of water appeared in his eyes.

Wan Xin tried his best to control his eyebrows that were about to frown into a ball. He squatted down and showed a comforting smile, "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here."

In Qing, I will protect you, don't be afraid.

Miao Zaiqing gritted her molars firmly, he was not afraid, he only hated.

He just hates!

"In Qing."

Wan Xin hesitated for a while, but still asked, "Why did you hit that person?"

silence.

Still silent.

Although it was only for a moment, Wan Xin still saw the embarrassment flashing across Miao Zaiqing's face, and the unconcealable obscurity in his eyes.

Wan Xin didn't wait for Miao Zaiqing's answer when the police came.

This time it was an older policeman, he was holding something in his hand, looking at it while walking.

The older policeman sat down opposite Miao Zaiqing and asked Wan Xin to sit back.

He picked up Miao Zaiqing's inquiry record on the desk and glanced at it, with a serious expression, "Miao Zaiqing, you're a senior in high school, what school do you want to go to?"

Miao Zaiqing was silent for a few seconds, then replied provocatively: "Police Academy."

The senior police officer's questioning record was put back on the table, "You can't get into the police academy like this now, if you are investigated over there, I'm afraid you won't even have a problem graduating."

"I know."

"Parent's name, phone number, school head teacher's name, phone number."

"No, I don't remember."

The older police officer frowned, "No, or I don't remember."

Miao Zaiqing replied casually: "There are no parents, and I don't remember the phone number of the head teacher."

The senior police officer let out a long breath and frowned deeply, "What's your relationship with Wu Zhaoping?"

"It's ok."

"It doesn't matter why you beat him? Young man, I advise you to cooperate and answer my question."

The senior policeman picked up a pen and hung it above the interview record, "Wu Zhaoping said he was a teacher, did he teach you?"

"Teached."

"What grade?"

"First grade."

"What school?"

"Guanyin Elementary School."

Miao Zaiqing answered all the questions asked by the senior police officer.

Except, why?

Why beat up a teacher who once taught himself?

corporal punishment?

No.

Bad words?

No.

abuse?

No.

Nothing, the older police officer also wondered.

At this time, the young police officer who had questioned Miao Zaiqing and Wu Zhaoping came out from nowhere. Seeing this, Wan Xin also got up and walked over.

Nearly an hour later, Miao Zaiqing's mood calmed down a lot, but the gaze directed at Wu Zhaoping was still like a knife.

Wan Xin thought, if it came true, Wu Zhaoping would have been torn to pieces by him.

Wan Xin stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Miao Zaiqing's wrist in his palm.

Wu Zhaoping is not tall, about 1.6 meters tall, with a Chinese character face, flat nose and small eyes, and a thin body.

Wu Zhaoping looked at Miao Zaiqing timidly. The moment he met his eyes, his body shook involuntarily, his eyes flickered, and he looked away.

Wu Zhaoping was arranged to sit on the other side. First, the two policemen approached and said a few words, and then the older policeman said a few more words to Wu Zhaoping. Wu Zhaoping nodded from time to time.

The older policeman walked back, looking back and forth between Wan Xin and Miao Zaiqing.

"You are classmates."

The two said in unison, "Yes."

"Wan Xin, you go first, I still have a few questions to ask."

Wan Xin looked at Miao Zaiqing worriedly.

Miao Zaiqing looked back, her Adam's apple rolled, and said in a deep voice, "It's nothing, you go first."

Wan Xin walked away step by step, turning his head three times, and the two sat down again.

"Is it true that Wu Zhaoping said that he had physically punished you?"

Miao Zaiqing was silent for a few seconds before suppressing a word, "Yes."

"Then why didn't you say it when I asked you earlier?"

"Shame."

Wan Xin sat on a chair and looked into the distance worriedly. The old policeman kept talking, and ten minutes later.

Miao Zaiqing seemed to have signed something, then stood up and walked towards Wan Xin.

Miao Zaiqing took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and handed them to Wan Xin, "Help me, there is an iron box under the bed in the room, and there is a bank card in the box."

Miao Zaiqing told Wan Xin the password and the amount to be withdrawn, and looked at him with pleading eyes.

Wan Xin's heart ached when he saw it, and he wanted to hug him.

But...

"Okay, you wait for me here, I'll be right back."

After Wan Xin finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but he turned his head worriedly and said, "I'll be back soon, don't be afraid."

Miao Zaiqing nodded.

Wan Xin didn't delay for a moment, and rushed to the intersection with the strength of a [-]-meter sprint.

The night was foggy and there were not many cars passing by. I hired several taxis but none of them stopped.

"Grass."

After scolding, Wan Xin continued to look around.

Finally, Wan Xin waved again, and the taxi stopped in front of him.

He quickly opened the door to get into the car, and the door was slammed shut.

"Hey, young man, take it easy, new car."

"Sorry, master, go to the nearest bank, please hurry up, it's urgent."

Wan Xin's speed was very fast, and he came back in less than 10 minutes.

Miao Zaiqing looked at the wall clock on the wall, only to realize belatedly that he didn't seem to have told Wan Xin about his home address.

Wan Xin handed over the collected money to Wu Zhaoping according to what Miao Zaiqing said, but the police gave him another difficult task.

That is to ask Miao Zaiqing to apologize to Wu Zhaoping.

This is obviously difficult.

Fortunately, before Wan Xin said anything, Wu Zhaoping signed and took the money. Regardless of the police's persuasion, he insisted on leaving the police station.

Seeing this, Wan Xin hurriedly returned to Miao Zaiqing's side, stood in front of him, and raised his hand to cover his eyes vaguely, preventing him from seeing Wu Zhaoping again.

Waiting for people to disappear at the intersection, Wan Xin withdrew his hand and took out the remaining money from his pocket.

Miao Zaiqing took it, just when the older policeman came to call him, cast a reassuring look at Wan Xin, and followed.

Wan Xin withdrew his doubts and eyes, and his eyes drifted out of the window.

The road was dim, illuminated only by two street lamps, the streets were quiet and empty, and the leaves were rolling and swaying from side to side.

Seeing such a hysterical Miao Zaiqing for the first time, Wan Xin was quite shocked.

After getting along with Miao Zaiqing for so long, he knows very well what kind of person Miao Zaiqing is usually.

Once when the two of them were in the toilet together, they heard someone say Miao Zaiqing behind their backs, but Miao Zaiqing didn't respond at all.

Not to mention they were walking, and Miao Zaiqing suddenly exploded.

What ever happened between them?

After some time, Miao Zaiqing came back.

"gone."

Wan Xin withdrew his erratic gaze, "Okay?"

"Ah."

As soon as they left the police station, the bitter cold wind hit their faces, and the two couldn't help shivering at the same time.

The two walked towards the intersection side by side. There was no one on the street, only the sound of their footsteps.

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The two stopped at the intersection, Miao Zaiqing was leaning against the lamppost beside him, one foot was supported, the other was bent, the toes were on the ground, his head was drooping, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Miao Zaiqing, who calmed down, actually felt a little uneasy.

Not because of regret or uneasiness, but because of Wan Xin.

He seldom felt uneasy, not when he hit someone just now, nor when the police asked him.

but now...