Want to lie to me to cry again [Campus]

"Brother Chi, are you going to the basketball game in the afternoon?" Xu Heliang asked Fang Yichi early in the morning, grabbing Fang Yichi's arm before he sat down.

"What basketball game?" Lu Ye asked vaguely with a bun in his mouth.

Xu Heliang patted the table, "Just in the afternoon, with Class Three."

"Not enough people?" Fang Yichi ignored him, sat on a chair and took a bun from Lu Ye's hand to eat.

"It was enough at first, but the two people broke their feet during the holiday, and now there are fewer people." Xu Heliang moved a stool and sat on the corner of the table, "You two, together, can you support it?"

Fang Yichi turned his head and glanced at Lu Ye, who spread his hands, "I don't care, I have nothing to do this afternoon anyway."

"Okay, what time?" Fang Yichi turned around and asked Xu Heliang.

"Seven o'clock! It's on the indoor basketball court." The corners of Xu Heliang's mouth almost reached the ears, and he jumped a few times and almost fell on the ground eating shit.

"Be careful when you play this afternoon, don't rush so fast, do you hear me?" Fang Yichi turned to look at Lu Ye and said.

"Okay." Lu Ye replied in a long voice, "This sentence should be said to yourself." He elbowed the person next to him.

As soon as the bell rang for the last class in the afternoon, the two of them rushed back to the dormitory and changed into a set of sportswear. When they entered the basketball court, they could only hear the noise inside. He waved at the two of them.

"Remember not to force yourself later, the most important thing is." Xu Heliang raised a finger in front of him, "Don't get hurt!"

As soon as the whistle sounded on the court, Fang Yichi was surrounded in the middle, and in the next second he dribbled the ball to Lu Ye. The noise on the court was mixed with the friction of basketball shoes, and Lu Ye's forehead was covered with sweat. Layup.

The score was always chasing each other, and when it was about to tie, Fang Yichi pulled back with a three-pointer.Xu Heliang's face wished for more flowers to grow, his brows and eyes were full of complacency, in the blink of an eye.

The ball is intercepted.

The opponent's defense was too strong, and Lu Ye took advantage of the gap to pass the ball to Fang Yichi. Just as the opponent's hand touched him, he was slammed into him.

Fang Yichi fell on the court, knocked his knees to the ground, gritted his teeth in pain while hugging his ankle, and didn't make a sound.

"Damn it! What's the matter with you!" Xu Heliang yelled at several people in class three.

"Don't move! I'll carry you to the infirmary." Lu Ye rushed over and prepared to leave with the person on his back.

Later, I don't know who said it sarcastically, "Oh, it can't be compared, the first class is like this."

"Do you have any morals in your mouth? I don't know who the hell did it." A boy in the first class shouted at the man.

"Who are you talking about? Which eye saw it?" The third class stared at him with wide eyes.

"Either eye has seen it!" Xu Heliang rushed over angrily and quarreled.

The basketball court was so lively that a group of people in the middle crowded around and pushed each other.

Fang Yichi sat on the ground and looked at Lu Ye, "Go up, after the fight."

"What are you talking about, hurry up and stop fighting." Lu Ye pulled his arms to carry him.

"Go up." Fang Yichi looked at him without moving.

"You also said that I was stubborn, and I was as stubborn as a cow." Lu Ye sighed, "Can I at least put you on the chair? Niu."

Fang Yichi laughed, accidentally moved his foot, and gasped again in pain, "Okay."

Lu Ye carried the man to the chair, turned around and walked towards the middle of the arena, "I can't beat you! If you don't beat me, fuck off!"

Everyone who yelled at him looked at him, the leader of the third class was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again, "How can we fight if there are not enough people?"

"I'll take my place." A thin, white boy stepped out from the side.Lu also recognized that the little boy who was always in the first row in the class didn't usually talk much.

"Are there enough people?" Lu Ye looked at him with no expression on his face.

Fang Yichi sat on the side and watched him smile.Lu Ye's current expression looked terribly cold in the eyes of others, but in Fang Yichi's eyes, he just thought it was cute as hell.

A vicious little expression can scare others, but it can't fool Fang Yichi.

In his heart, Lu Ye really wanted to trample the person in front of him under his feet. He turned his head and glanced at Fang Yichi, and was relieved to see that the person was fine.

In the second half, Class [-] led the way in scoring, most of which were contributed by Lu Ye. This kid was probably out of anger, layup after layup, and the opponent who hit him followed with a dazed head.

At the end of the match, when Lu Ye came running towards this side, Fang Yichi's brow was covered with a thin layer of sweat, but he tried his best to smile, "It's ok, you played well..."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and follow me." After Lu Ye finished speaking, he carried Fang Yichi on his shoulders and ran out, Fang Yichi's words were choked back.

The teacher in the infirmary was about to get off work, and happened to meet two people at the door, "What's the matter, did you get hurt from playing?"

"Yes, take a look." Lu also put him on the bed.

"You have to go to the hospital to get bandaged. I'll give you some medicine first, don't force yourself later, and ask your classmate to carry you over there, do you hear me?" The teacher looked at Fang Yichi's ankle, which was severely swollen.

Seeing that it was almost done, Lu also said thank you, and quickly rushed to the school gate to take a taxi with his back on his back.

Fang Yichi turned his face away and looked out the window, the tingling pain in his feet and knees became more and more intense.

"Master, can you hurry up?" Lu Ye came forward and said.

"I'm hurt." The driver glanced back, "Young man is naughty, okay, I'll hurry up."

Fang Yichi, a man about 1.8 meters tall, was carried all the way through the hospital. He buried his head on Lu Ye's back and closed his eyes.

"Don't get wet, you'll be fine in about half a month, with a crutch downstairs." The doctor was busy filling out the form, and looked up at Lu Ye, "Apply the medicine on time."

"Okay, thank you doctor." Lu Ye nodded obediently and listened carefully. After seeing that he had nothing to say, he went downstairs and brought up a pair of walking sticks.

Fang Yichi leaned on a cane, hopped on one leg, his ankles were wrapped in gauze, and walked downstairs bit by bit.

"I'll be your servant for a month for free. You're welcome. I can carry it for you if it's inconvenient to go to the bathroom. I don't despise you." Lu Ye looked at him, couldn't hold back, and puffed Laughed out loud.

"I think you're quite happy." Fang Yichi supported him with one hand and poked him with a walking stick.

Fang Yichi limped and went to school with an injury, and Lao Zhao had to help him when he saw him in the corridor. Lu Ye simply refused to let him go down the stairs, and had to follow him to the toilet, so he had to get him a basin to put him in the toilet. Let him solve his physical problems by the side.

In the middle of the math class, Lu Ye suddenly shrank under the table with a pen, Fang Yichi patted his head, "What are you doing?"

"No reason." Lu Ye smiled and got up from under the table.

Fang Yichi looked down, and he drew a big heart on the gauze on his feet, and filled it with red pen. Lu also made a heart gesture to him, which made Fang Yichi lie on the table and laugh I took half a class.

On Friday, when Fang Yichi was walking in the corridor to his class, someone bumped his back suddenly. The force was quite strong, and he almost lost his footing due to the push, so he used a crutch to support it just got up.

The people behind laughed happily. Fang Yichi turned his head and took a look. It was the person who played with him last time, from Class Three.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought there was another handicapped class in the school." The man smiled happily, and it was obvious that Fang Yichi was inconvenient to do it, so he took the opportunity to bully him.

How could Fang Yichi endure this? He held up his crutch and smashed it on the man's back. The man from Class [-] took a few steps back, raised his fist and threw it at Fang Yichi's face, and the people next to him stood up. Coaxing, took the opportunity to sneak a kick at the abdomen.

He couldn't use any strength on one leg, he couldn't rush over, he couldn't kick, Fang Yichi took a few rounds in vain, leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.

The person on the opposite side glanced at both sides of the corridor, seeing that there was no teacher, he raised his foot and was about to kick his waist and abdomen.

The little girl next to her had never seen such a beating. She was about to run towards the office but was stopped by a few people next to her. She was so frightened that she could only walk and hide in her class.

Fang Yichi couldn't dodge that kick, and suddenly squatted on the ground.The man pinched his collar, "Do you think Class One is great? If you don't clean up, you think you're awesome, right?"

Lu Ye just went upstairs with half a can of milk, and when he turned a corner, he saw a circle of people around the edge of the corridor. He poked his head and looked in.

Fang Yichi sat on the ground with red lips, and was held by his collar.

Lu also guessed that he had never been so angry in his life. The bottle in his hand was squeezed out of shape, and he rushed over and kicked his back fiercely. The corner of the person's eye was smashed.

He was a little trembling with anger, he pressed the person on the ground and punched him one after another until his nose bleeds and he didn't stop.

Such a big commotion drew the people of the two classes out, Xu Heliang rushed up to grab Lu Lu and told him not to hit him, but when he looked up and saw the wound on Fang Yichi's face, he lowered his head and kicked the people on the ground again , "It's what he deserves!"

The third class saw how their classmates could bear the beating when they were pressed on the ground. Several boys rushed over and grabbed Lu Ye's clothes and pulled them to the side.

The scuffle didn't last long, and the people in the first group finally poked their heads out when they heard the movement outside the door. Seeing the two people surrounded in the middle, they all rushed out in a few seconds.

The corridor has never been so chaotic before. The two classes occupy one side, while the other classes just sit back and watch the play.

When Cheng Yanyu rushed out, the person opposite was stunned, "Sorry, I don't hit girls."

As soon as the words finished, Cheng Yanyu put her foot on her chest, "I'm not as hypocritical as you, I'll hit men too!"

I don't know how long the scuffle in the corridor lasted, with one left foot and one right fist, pressing people down until they had nosebleeds.

Old Comrade Zhao just came back from dinner, and when he went upstairs, he saw this scene at a glance. His glasses slipped down a lot in shock, and he yelled, "Stop it all!"

A group of people paused for a while, and the dean rushed over from the other end of the corridor, his voice trembling with anger, "It's been a long time since the school was established, and I haven't seen students like you! Get the hell out of here in the office!"

The teacher's office was originally quite big, but dozens of people were crammed into it at once, which inevitably seemed a lot crowded.

"Who took the lead!" Old Zhao shouted.

"Class three!" The person standing in front of him continued.

The instigator rushed forward, "He did it first!" He pointed at Fang Yichi.

"If someone with bad legs can hit you first?" Old Zhao pointed at him and shouted.

"Turn on surveillance!" the man shouted again.

"Don't worry, I'll do it." Fang Yichi said beside him, his tone was calm, "If you have to decide who is right and wrong based on who strikes first, can verbal attacks not be counted?" He looked at the Someone suddenly said, "Dog thing."

"I□□..." The man was about to rush up, but was blocked by the people next to him, and someone stepped on him hard.

"I have a headache doing all these things like you all day long." Lao Zhao rubbed his forehead, looked up at the dozens of people in his class, "Old rules, in the corridor, squat on horseback!"

"No more sticks, teacher." The person behind shouted.

"Put the book on me!" Old Zhao sat down on the chair angrily, panting, and looked up at the person in Class [-], "You, the self-criticism."

"I was beaten, and I still have to write a self-criticism?" The man stared at him.

"Give virtue with your mouth." Old Zhao looked at him, "Sometimes words can hurt people more easily than fists."