Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

The classroom gradually quiets down, people are like this, don't get the expected response, and quickly lose interest.

No one passed by in the alley, and everything seemed to be calm.Including the steaming water cup, and Wen Xiaoyu's heart.

One minute later, there was a muffled sound from the direction of the end of the alley.

Wen Xiaoyu raised his eyes and scanned the whole class, it seemed that no one heard it, only he thought the voice was harsh.

The water in the cup rippled in circles, and Wen Xiaoyu stared at it silently for a moment.

Tsk, trouble.

He stood up impatiently and strode towards the monitor on the podium.

"There is a crowd fighting in the alley outside the school, please notify the teacher to call the police." Wen Xiaoyu bent slightly, her voice was low, and she spoke quickly.

Before the squad leader had time to question, he was overwhelmed by Wen Xiaoyu's fierce aura.

"Go quickly."

"Ok."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Wen Xiaoyu hurried downstairs and ran towards the school gate without delaying a second.

"Which class...Wen Xiaoyu?"

It may be that Wen Xiaoyu's image is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the school security guard recognized him the moment he looked up.

"What are you doing again? Are you going to skip class openly now?" The security guard dismissed him twice, "Go back to the classroom."

"Uncle Security, a classmate went out just now, didn't you see it?" Wen Xiaoyu did not retreat but advanced, with a leisurely expression, but the words he said were aggressive, "Oh yes, you have been playing with your mobile phone, and you don't care if you can't see it." Excuse me."

"You—" the security guard hurriedly stuffed the phone into his pocket, and asked prevaricationly, "Who did you see go out?"

He obviously didn't care what Wen Xiaoyu said, but Wen Xiaoyu didn't have the patience and time to waste any more time with him.

"He Xiran from our class went out, and there are people fighting outside now, if he gets injured, you, as a school security guard, can't get away with it."

"Fight?!" The security guard turned pale with shock, "This kid can really cause trouble!"

He hurriedly opened a small iron gate next to the school gate, and urged, "Show me where he went."

In fact, Wen Xiaoyu's achievement of this step is considered to be the best of benevolence, whether he can survive or not depends on He Xiran's own luck.

After all, he is the protagonist, and of course the final result will not be as tragic as the original cannon fodder.

But the next second Wen Xiaoyu said, "Come with me."

On the way to the end of the alley, Wen Xiaoyu was thoughtful.His time travel affected the original plot, and if the characters in the script would suffer misfortune, he felt it was his responsibility to help.

Just like it is now.

The small trolley for making fast food in the alley was smashed, and eggs, vegetables and pie crust sauce were scattered all over the floor.

About twenty people huddled together, pushing and shoving, swearing.The remains of food were trampled into mud under their feet, and the scene looked extremely chaotic.

But Wen Xiaoyu still saw He Xiran in the crowd at a glance, he looked so out of place in the crowd, the pure white shirt stabbed Wen Xiaoyu's eyes immediately.

He Xiran stood tensely at the deepest point, trying to break through the encirclement and walk out.It happened that someone nearby was kicked by another person, took a few steps back and slammed into him.

The man turned around angrily and gave him a hard push indiscriminately.He Xiran staggered two steps and fell to the ground, his figure suddenly submerged in the crowd.

Wen Xiaoyu looked sideways at Uncle Security, only to find that he had shrunk into a dark alley beside him, leaning against the wall with weak legs and feet, poking the phone screen with trembling fingers.

"Hello 110? Hello? Hello..."

His voice froze, and he took the phone away. The screen was pitch black, in stark contrast to his pale face.

Like its owner, the mobile phone has been "busy" all afternoon, and the battery has run out, and no matter how much he pokes it, there is no response.

Wen Xiaoyu closed her eyes helplessly, then turned her head again.

He Xiran stood up from the place where he fell, and his figure became straighter, but the white shirt on his body was dirty, making it look even more dazzling.

His face was pale, and he pursed his lips tightly and looked over.His eyes passed through the noisy and chaotic figures, and finally fell on Wen Xiaoyu's face.The corners of his eyes were red, and there was a stubborn and paranoid light in his pupils.

Wen Xiaoyu's fingers curled up, and a rare deep regret arose in her heart——

If only he had a video camera in his hand at this moment, this scene should really be recorded, forming a messy but sober beauty that can be enjoyed repeatedly day and night.

The next moment, amidst the exclamation of the security guards, he suddenly plunged into the crowd like a silent but sharp arrow.

His attire was exactly the same as that of these social people. If it wasn't for his tall figure and cold temperament, he could almost perfectly blend into their fights.

Everyone who saw him would be stunned for a moment, as if they were thrown into disarray by his appearance.But after a while, they had no time to be in a daze, because Wen Xiaoyu was decisive and relentless in fighting.

I saw him swiftly swiping away those who were attacking him or blocking his way, his unwavering eyes and straight-forward posture showed that he had only one goal——

That helpless but spotless young man.

Coming to He Xiran's side, Wen Xiaoyu said a simple word: "Let's go."

He turned around and kicked away a fist-waving man, but out of the corner of his eye he saw He Xiran standing there motionless.

Wen Xiaoyu frowned, subconsciously reached out to grab He Xiran's thin wrist, and dragged him to avoid a muddy shoe.

At the same time, he felt the struggle of the master of the wrist.

"open."

He Xiran's ending sound was a little out of tune, with a faint cry.Staring at Wen Xiaoyu like an enemy, he struggled to free his wrist.

Still working at this kind of time, the fine human design is really standing still.

Wen Xiaoyu wasn't in the mood to get used to his stink, so she exerted all her strength on her arm, showing strong and smooth muscle lines, her fingers remained motionless like iron hoops, holding He Xiran and quickly fled from the increasingly fierce battlefield.

However, Wen Xiaoyu's wanton behavior had already annoyed everyone, and they tacitly suspended their fighting with each other.

He saw a red-haired man and shouted: "Wen Xiaoyu, why the hell are you here to join in the fun! Stop him! Beat me to death!"

These gangs are very interesting, fighting like fire and water, and they are working together to deal with the common enemy.

Wen Xiaoyu snorted coldly, kicked away the bum who stood in front of him, and dragged He Xiran out of the alley desperately.

The sound of the wind passed by his ears quickly, followed by chaotic roars.

The autumn wind blew Wen Xiaoyu's golden hair. After running for a long time, sweat dripped down the corner of his forehead.He pushed his hair back, revealing a smooth and clean forehead.

Suddenly feeling a strong sense of presence, he turned his face coldly, and found that it was He Xiran who was staring at him intently.

He raised an eyebrow and looked back at He Xiran with great interest.

The air in the autumn evening is filled with undissipated heat, and the setting sun spreads a large area of ​​orange in the sky, which connects with the misty blue of the distant mountains and complements each other, creating a picture with soft colors.

The corners of He Xiran's eyes were blown redder by the wind, and the amber pupils were wet.The cheeks that were as pale as paper just now at the corner of the street now had two blushes, making her look even more pretty.

The fluffy short chestnut hair jumped up and down with the footsteps, and there was a silver stud earring on the left ear, which glowed with pure luster in the sunlight.

Wen Xiaoyu's fingers clenched a little more.

At this time, He Xiran seemed to have just woken up from a big dream, and suddenly turned his face 90 degrees.But because the movement was too violent, there was a "click" sound in the bones of the neck.

"Hiss..." He let out a short cry of pain, which stopped abruptly in an instant.

Wen Xiaoyu raised the corners of his mouth and turned to look ahead.

Several police cars roared from the opposite direction, surrounding the two of them and the bastards behind them.In an instant, the sound of sirens, the police's yelling, and the wailing of gangsters intertwined, making people's heads buzz.

The palm of his hand was suddenly empty, Wen Xiaoyu turned around, and saw He Xiran pulled his wrist back, his hands on his knees, panting.He hung his head, the back of his neck was white and slender, and the thin layer of sweat floating on it was shining with luster.

After staring at it for a few seconds, Wen Xiaoyu tried to shift her gaze, but her breathing stagnated for a moment.

He Xiran's shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his creamy forearm was exposed, and the blue finger marks on his left wrist were truly terrifying.

Wen Xiaoyu pursed her lips, her eyes lingered on those marks until she was led into a police car by a policewoman.

As soon as their group of people entered the police station, the inside suddenly became smoky, and the bastards squatted in a row behind with their heads folded, cursing softly.

"Give me some peace! I'll lock you up for ten days and a half months!"

A policeman with a bulging belly held a thermos, stared and roared, and the little hooligans squatting in rows were as quiet as chickens in an instant.

"I didn't say it, Wen Xiaoyu, why did you get involved with them again? You might be fired this time, and then your grandma... Hey!" He sighed, sat on the chair and drank I took a sip of strong tea.

Wen Xiaoyu glanced at the policeman, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Officer Xu, I am the victim."

"You fucking victim!" The red-haired gangster stood up abruptly, "Officer Xu, this time he came to provoke us first, and we are the victims!"

Others responded one after another. Officer Xu pointed at the red hair and shouted in a rough voice: "You squat down for me, believe it or not, I will slap you?"

The red hair should have been whipped a lot, and without thinking, he crouched down again holding his head.

The conscientious officer Xu was about to continue talking about Wen Xiaoyu, but was interrupted by a fast-paced Mediterranean: "Officer Xu, Wen Xiaoyu is really a victim!"

Officer Xu stood up and said with a bitter face, "Mr. Zhao, you can't always cover up the students."

"I'm covering up his size, I wish I could beat him to death!" Teacher Zhao stared at Wen Xiaoyu bitterly, and said through gritted teeth, "This time it was indeed he who asked me to call the police, and he took our school's security guards with him. At the scene of the fight, we can all testify."

Officer Xu gave Wen Xiaoyu a suspicious look, and saw Mr. Zhao grabbing the obedient security guard, and said, "He Xiran, I've heard what happened from the security guard, so you can explain what's going on."

"Wait, wait, Lao Zhao, you have been here several times, and you should know that things are not done this way." Officer Xu waved his hand, "Get up! Go to the back and make notes!"

Teacher Zhao was still angry, with a cold face, but still patted Wen Xiaoyu and He Xiran on the shoulders, and sighed: "It's not a big deal, tell the police uncle the truth, and the rest of the teachers will help you solve it." .”

Wen Xiaoyu could still feel the warmth of his palm through the clothes that were not made of good material, and he said in a puzzled voice: "You son of a bitch, you're only causing me trouble!"

Wen Xiaoyu: "..."

After finishing the notes, Teacher Zhao hadn't left yet. Wen Xiaoyu saw him trying to explain something to the two old ladies.He Xiran, who came out before him, stood aside with his head down, unable to see his expression.

trouble.

big trouble.

As he got closer, he heard one of the gorgeously dressed old ladies snapping: "How could our family, Aran, skip class and fight?!"

Her two eyes were hanging upwards, her expression was very arrogant: "Aran, you don't have to be afraid! Tell grandma, is it Wen Xiaoyu's fault, and it was blamed on you instead?!"

He Xiran remained strangely silent from the beginning to the end, and only moved his lips slightly when he heard Wen Xiaoyu's name.

When Wen Xiaoyu walked to them, he heard him say:

"Yes, that's it."