Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Zhou Yichen became dumb, and Zhou Yichen didn't know what happened.

Being a good student, he just had to admit whatever happened, just like before.

Even if he didn't do it, as long as Zhu Jiajun said it was him, no one ever cared about the truth anyway, even though everyone knew he was being bullied, no one ever stood up and said it was wrong.

So this time, he did the same thing as before, but for the first time someone stood up and did not accept him to admit and apologize.

Ten minutes later, Song Jianyu came out of the teaching room. With half a day left in his one-day vacation, Song Jianyu stood in the corridor, watching the students rush to the classrooms after the bell rang.

After serious consideration, should I go back to class?

The door of the teaching room behind him was opened from the inside, and another figure came out.

It was Zhu Jiajun who was also kicked out. The parents, the dean, and the class teachers in the room were discussing whether he would stay or not.

Even if he still stays at Jinhe Middle School in the future, his sneaky videos and stealing behavior will make all the teachers and students feel safe and stay away from him.

The person who looked like the iron tower rushed up and lifted Song Jianyu up as soon as he left the teaching room: "You bastard, you lied to me! You obviously did it. Don't think that no one knows! The school will soon I will find out the truth, and you will be dead by then!"

"So, I won't give you a chance to check again, look here." The boy who was grabbed by the collar raised his mouth and looked at the angry boy in front of him, beckoning him to look over.

Zhu Jiajun lowered his head subconsciously, a utility knife was stuffed into the palm of his hand, and then he was held and stabbed towards the opposite side.

The door of the teaching room was opened again, and the three followers with acne-faced faces had just walked out when they heard screams from the corridor.

Looking over in a hurry, they saw Zhou Yichen lying on the ground clutching his stomach, their light-colored school uniforms were stained red with bright red blood.

Opposite him, Zhu Jiajun stood there in a daze, holding a utility knife with blood in his hand.

Jinhe Middle School was completely in chaos, and Zhou Yichen was taken to the hospital by an ambulance called by the emergency call.

Zhu Jiajun, who was standing in the corridor with a utility knife, waved his hands palely and explained: "It's not me! It's not me! It's really not me!"

These words earned his mother a loud slap across the face, and countless pairs of unexplained eyes fell on those hands.

People who have long been arrogant and arrogant, follow the eyes of everyone.

"Clap."

The utility knife in his hand fell to the ground, and the person standing alone desperately wiped the blood in his hand, "Mom, help me! It really wasn't me, it wasn't me!! He stabbed himself!"

It's a pity that this time, no one believed him, including his parents, who no longer believed a word of him.

In the hospital, the injured Song Jianyu was sent to the emergency center.

Anshun obeyed the arrangement and lay on the hospital bed peacefully to receive sutures.

The weather is cold now, everyone is wearing thick clothes, and the knife was carefully selected by him. It seems that a lot of blood has been shed, and even the strength is calculated by himself.

In fact, it was just a skin trauma. When the boy who had stitched up the needle came out, Wang Mang, who was waiting outside, hurried over and helped him to sit down.

"You should rest well first, our school will definitely deal with this matter seriously and give you an explanation!"

Some students even made a false accusation and directly stabbed their classmates with a knife. This kind of news broke out that their Jinhe Middle School will end their enrollment next year.

Song Jianyu was hugged before he could speak.

"Where is the wound? Why are you sitting here, in the ward!"

Zhou Yichen's parents received a call from the school, saying that their son had been stabbed at school and taken to the hospital.

When Xia Lian received the call in the office, she thought that some kind of social youth who took revenge on others rushed into Jinhe Middle School.

He ran all the way to the hospital with trembling hands and asked countless people to find Zhou Yichen.

"Mom, you crushed my wound." The boy who was hugged tightly was released the next second. Xia Lian nervously looked him up and down: "Where is the injury? Did you call a doctor?"

"The wound is here, and the doctor has stitched me up."

Song Jianyu gently lifted his shirt, revealing the traces of gauze bandaged on his abdomen.

"How did you get hurt?" Xia Lian squatted on the ground and looked at the piece of bright red gauze, only tears shed from her distress.

They are usually busy with work and overtime, and Yichen is not a talkative personality at home, so he didn't expect him to be injured at school.

"A student in our class stabbed me with a utility knife." Song Jianyu explained silently.

Wang Mang watched from the side, noticing that the atmosphere was not right, he quickly explained, "Parents of Zhou Yichen, don't panic, our school must be responsible for this matter, and we will pay for all the medical expenses! We will also send students over for the classes that Zhou Yichen missed. Supplementary lessons will definitely not affect his future!"

"Doesn't affect his future? If I give you a knife, it won't affect the future! How does your school do things! How can you let such a dangerous person in!" Xia Lian was going crazy.

After bringing Song Jianyu home and letting him rest at home, he called his husband and went straight to school to find an explanation.

When it was dark, there were three more members of the Zhou family who came to apologize at the door of Zhou's house.

Zhu Jiajun was brought by his parents, and he came to apologize with both hands holding the gift that came to make amends.

Voluntarily withdrawing from school and being expelled from the school are two different things. They can only voluntarily withdraw from school if they ask for the forgiveness of Zhou's family. Otherwise, it will be very difficult to change to other schools in the future.

Zhou Yichen went to open the door, Zhu Jiajun gritted his teeth and lowered his head when he saw his face.

After he was brought home in the afternoon, his buttocks were directly hit with mixed doubles, and now the swollen Lao Gao couldn't even sit down.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows that if he doesn't bow his head and apologize, his parents won't give him good looks in the future, and he may not be able to go to school himself.

Therefore, even if I feel wronged in my heart, I can only follow my parents to Zhou's house with gifts to apologize.

"Brother Zhou, sister-in-law, I'm really sorry, it's because my family didn't teach me well! Let this bastard do such a thing, I brought the stick here today, you just beat him to vent your anger! Beat this bastard to death and apologize to Zhou Yichen." OK!"

Song Jianyu saw that the usually arrogant person was now by his parents' side, and finally learned to be honest and silent.

He turned around silently and went into the kitchen, and when no one was looking, he pointed the video camera on Zhu Jiajun who was being kicked by his parents on the knee to apologize.

The Zhou family were honest and honest at work and life. They never thought that their son would be bullied like this at school. They resolutely disagreed with their apology with a cold face.

While the two families were talking in the living room, Song Jianyu, who didn't have to do anything, obediently took out two bottles of pure milk from the refrigerator, and handed one of them to Zhu Jiajun.

The person who spoke modestly one second, was beaten by his own father with a big ear the next second.

"Look at Zhou Yichen! Then look at your ugly face! Have you apologized to classmate Zhou after you've been here for so long! Stand up! Go and apologize to classmate Zhou!"

Zhu Jiajun, who was beaten and stood up, walked to the balcony, and walked towards that person under the gaze of everyone.

Humiliated, he bent down and lowered his head: "Student Zhou Yichen, I apologize to you, please forgive me."

Song Jianyu, who was pinching milk, squinted at him, raised a smile and said, "I know you didn't do it on purpose, so I forgive you."

In the living room, the restless Zhu family breathed a sigh of relief, and looked nervously at Zhou Yichen's parents: "Brother Zhou, sister-in-law, look, this is really a dispute between children. Zhu Jiajun already knew it was wrong. Give children a chance to correct their mistakes!"

It was the first time that Zhu Jiajun saw his parents, with such an expression, desperately trying to please others, he almost bowed his knees and begged for forgiveness.

Still facing Zhou Yichen, the guy who was allowed to bully him before.

Everything seems to be reversed.

"Are you surprised that no one in this world trusts you anymore?" Song Jianyu shook the milk bottle in his hand and said softly, "This is just the beginning."

"What on earth are you trying to do!" Accusing him of stealing the test papers, and even daring to stab himself with a knife, Zhu Jiajun has begun to be afraid of him.

Zhou Yichen in front of him seemed to have become a completely strange existence.

"What? Let me think about it..." Song Jianyu held his chin, pretending to be thinking seriously, and said coldly, "Maybe I want you to experience my life?"

Feel that everyone doesn't care about the facts, feel that you have done nothing wrong, but it seems that there is something wrong, the classmates watch the jokes, and the teacher looks on coldly.

Everyone was slowly torturing and killing the boy named Zhou Yichen.

"I've already apologized to you." Zhu Jiajun clenched his fists. No matter how courageous the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was, he couldn't help but start to feel frightened.

The thin young man raised his chin, and a bright smile appeared on his fair and delicate face that was criticized by others: "Say sorry to me."

Zhu Jiajun heard the low-pitched apologies from the parents in the living room, his eyes fell on the face in front of him, and after a few seconds he lowered his stubborn head again: "I'm sorry."

The boy in the pure white sweater raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the lowered head with a mocking look on his face: "I accept your apology, but I will not forgive you."

The young man with his head lowered suddenly raised his head in the next second, staring at him fiercely, his whole body trembling with rage to the point that he needed to clenched his fists so as not to slap that face, "Zhou Yichen! Don't go too far!" I’ve only bullied you a few times before! I’ve come to apologize like this, and my parents are here too! How can you let me go!!”

"How many times have you bullied me? I will never forgive you for anything you did to me. I will never forgive you. Give up."

Song Jianyu walked towards him, and his movements attracted the attention of the four parents who were talking in the living room.

Under everyone's attention, Song Jianyu patted Zhu Jiajun's shoulder with a smile on his face, and whispered in his ear: "From today on, you can experience this brand new world, you will be worthy of it."

When they parted, Xia Lian saw her son coming from the balcony and hurriedly pulled her over, looked him up and down: "Son, are you okay?"

In a word, while embarrassing the Zhu family sitting opposite the sofa, the eyes they looked at Zhu Jiajun conveyed the meaning of going home to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots.

"Mom, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired and want to sleep for a while."

"Then go to sleep, be careful not to press on the wound when you sleep." Xia Lian reminded.

"Well, I will."

Song Jianyu obediently went into the second bedroom, locked the door behind him and wrote a letter to the real Zhou Yichen, asking him to go to Jinhe Middle School tomorrow no matter what, and asking him to remember only Zhu Jiajun's major faults, but he was not allowed to drop out of school.

As a victim, he personally forgave the other party and was willing to continue to be classmates with Zhu Jiajun.

Zhou Yichen who woke up in the middle of the night was accidentally crushed by his own wound.

The boy who woke up clutching his waist, took off his shirt and saw the red gauze on his body, struggled to get up and walked towards the desk.

A note left by a "passing ghost" was hung on the desk lamp, and his mobile phone was still on the table. The note asked him to read the contents of the mobile phone before going out to face the crowd.

Zhou Yichen clutched his waist, turned on the phone, and saw a few videos that person had left for him.