Chapter 62 Speak, are you hurt?

Meng Tang took a breath and the scream was stuck in his throat due to fright.

She subconsciously stepped back, tilting her head to try to see the person clearly.

The other party didn't move for a while. Meng Tang slowly reached into his bag and tried to attract his attention: "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Can you ask the school to stop investigating the rumor?"

Wang Jue?

Is this voice his?

When he touched the hilt of the knife, Meng Tang grabbed it.

"You did this to me?"

"I was just possessed." Wang Jue took a step forward, appearing in the mottled shadows. "I really didn't mean to do it. The school will find out about me soon, and I don't want to end up like Zhang Yifan."

Meng Tang had never seen such a shameless person.

"You're not talking, are you not agreeing?" Wang Jue's face turned cold. "As long as you don't pursue it, I will definitely avoid you in the future, but..."

Leaving words unsaid is the most frightening thing. Meng Tang swallowed nervously: "But what?"

"But if I were expelled from school like Zhang Yifan, I would never let you go."

A man who knows the current situation is a hero. Meng Tang did not dare to anger him and tentatively said, "But it's very late now. I will talk to the counselor tomorrow, okay?"

"No, you must call the counselor now." Wang Jue refused sternly.

"Don't come over here." Meng Tang took out a carving knife and confronted him, "You, you don't come over here."

The moment Wang Jue saw the carving knife, he stopped abruptly.

After a moment of silent confrontation, he slowed down his tone:

"I won't go over, but you need to call your counselor right now and tell them that you don't want this to affect your studies and life anymore."

"Okay." Meng Tang waved the knife, "You step back, I'll get the phone."

Wang Jue slowly backed away, his eyes gleaming with brilliance, but in the dim night, Meng Tang couldn't even see his face clearly.

The explosive power of athletes is many times stronger than that of ordinary people. Just when Meng Tang agreed, Wang Jue rushed over with a gust of cold wind.

Meng Tang's wrist was pinched hard, and the sharp carving knife turned and pointed at her.

The disparity in strength between men and women made Meng Tang panic. The grip on her wrist tightened, pinching her bones so hard that she felt pain. She instinctively arched her back and begged for mercy in a low voice, "Let me go, can you? I'll call you, please?"

Wang Jue didn't intend to hurt her, he was just afraid that she would play tricks, so he had to keep her under control.

He pushed Meng Tang against a tree trunk that was thick enough to cover both of their figures, and snatched the carving knife from her hand.

Meng Tang rubbed his wrist gently, which was trembling, and took out his cell phone from his bag.

Just as I turned on my phone, I heard the sound of chasing and laughing on the distant path.

"Tian Yu, hurry up!"

"Fuck, you just finished training, how come you still have so much energy to run so fast?"

"You were the one who said you wanted to climb over the wall to buy barbecue, and you were the one who held us back. Are you going to eat or not?"

It was Shao Yiming and Tian Yu. Meng Tang was delighted, but his neck suddenly felt cold.

"Shut up." Wang Jue was nervous and didn't control the strength well. The cold blade broke the skin, and Meng Tang was so scared that he was stunned like a puppet.

Meng Tang was so scared that he forgot the pain. His peripheral vision fell on Wang Jue's trembling arm, and he almost whispered a warning: "Don't tremble."

Wang Jue swallowed and warned her, "Just shut up."

Meng Tang shut up.

"Fuck, why the hell did you stop suddenly?" Tian Yu questioned Shao Yiming while covering his bumped nose.

Shao Yiming turned around and asked, "Where's Brother Chuan?"

Meng Tang was stunned. Wei Chuan is here too?

Tian Yu: "He was following me just now, call him quickly."

"What are you fighting for? I'm coming." Wei Chuan ran over. "My shoelaces just came undone. Hurry up, you two. I'll give you some fresh air."

It was really Wei Chuan. Meng Tang inexplicably saw hope and his mind started to work.

After buying food, they may not return the same way, which means that this may be her only chance to ask for help.

Three boys are more than enough to deal with Wang Jue.

But there is one thing, Wang Jue must not let the carving knife in his hand hurt anyone, otherwise even if Wei Chuan and the others don't care, the coach of the basketball team will also tear her apart.

When holding a knife, the wrist is a relatively weak part.

Meng Tang still had the bag on her shoulder. She lowered her shoulder subtly, trying to let the bag fall to the ground to attract Wang Jue's attention.

"The coach won't come to catch me, right?"

"Who can say for sure? Old He is quite cunning and sly."

"He's too strict, even stricter than my dad."

"This is the first time I agree with you so much."

Wei Chuan kicked one of them and said, "Stop talking nonsense and leave."

The sound was getting farther and farther away. Meng Tang became anxious and relaxed his shoulders. The heavy bag fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Wang Jue subconsciously looked over, and Meng Tang seized the opportunity, suddenly hugged his arm and shouted, "Wei Chuan!"

Wei Chuan, Tian Yu and Shao Yiming turned around at the same time.

"Help!"

Wei Chuan's scalp tingled, and he subconsciously ran back, confirming with Tian Yu as he ran: "Is it Meng Tang?"

Tian Yu wasn't familiar with Meng Tang, but at least they knew each other. He said in a stern voice, "Very similar."

Shao Yiming agreed: "I think so too, but the sound is not right."

No matter who it is, since his name was called, he had to go and see it.

"You're fucking kidding me." Wang Jue swung his arm, almost lifting Meng Tang up. "Let me go, let me go now."

Meng Tang knew that she couldn't let go even if she died. Even a cornered rabbit would bite, not to mention that she had already provoked Wang Jue.

She carried this carving knife with her, and if it hurt anyone, she would be held responsible.

So he must not let go. In desperation, Meng Tang bit Wang Jue's arm.

Wang Jue cried out in pain, his eyes red. He couldn't shake him off, so he clenched his fists and punched Meng Tang hard on the back.

Meng Tang groaned, as if his breathing was cut off, and he couldn't breathe fresh air for a long time.

She can't hold on any longer.

Wei Chuan, Wei Chuan... did you hear that?

Wang Jue knew that he was going to fail tonight. Hearing the footsteps coming back, he just wanted to escape from here.

But Meng Tang didn't know what was wrong with him. He grabbed him tightly and even bit him.

He hit her again with anger.

"Meng Tang!" Wei Chuan was furious and flew up and kicked Wang Jue hard in the waist.

Wang Jue screamed and fell to the ground. When he struggled to escape, Shao Yiming and Tian Yu each kicked him to the ground.

"You want to leave after bullying someone?"

The carving knife fell to the ground. Meng Tang crawled to pick it up until she grasped the handle. Then she fell heavily to the ground, her whole body shaking.

"Meng Tang, Meng Tang?" Wei Chuan was anxious and panicked. He raised his hand to twist her shoulder. "Meng Tang... look at me. Are you hurt? Speak, are you hurt?"

Meng Tang was confused. He looked around, picked up his phone from the ground, and turned on the light towards Wei Chuan.

All her movements were mechanical, as if someone was driving her.

Wei Chuan: “…”

Under the light, his face and fangs were not visible.

It was indeed Wei Chuan. He heard it and turned back.

Meng Tang couldn't hold it in any longer, she curled her lips and tears fell like sawdust under her carving knife.