Chapter 466 Secret Love 5

"Boy, are you kidding me? We came here just after you got out of school, but why didn't I see your friend leave?" The red-haired man grabbed Shen Jingmo's collar and pushed him against the wall.

Shen Jingmo said with a firm look in his eyes, "Believe it or not."

"It's wrong to tell lies, kid. I'll teach you a lesson." The red-haired man raised his fist and hit Shen Jingmo in the stomach.

The pain made his whole body bend 90 degrees. Before the red-haired man's second fist could land, he heard the sound of sirens coming from the street not far away. The yellow-haired man looked outside the street cautiously but did not see any police car.

But he was still a little worried and tried to dissuade her, "Big brother looks like a policeman, let's go quickly."

"We didn't see any police cars. They might be patrolling on another street. What are you afraid of?" Hongmao pulled Shen Jingmo into the deep alley.

Shen Jingmo seized the opportunity and kept calling for help.

The sound of the police car grew closer and closer until it stopped in the alley.

Huangmao reacted quickly and ran in the opposite direction.

When the uniformed policemen got out of the car, the red-haired man lost his strength and threw Shen Jingmo to the ground. One policeman quickly stepped forward to subdue the red-haired man, while the other chased in the direction the yellow-haired man ran.

The next person to get out of the police car was Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan quickly ran into the alley and helped Shen Jingmo, who had fallen to the ground, up. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, thank you Sister Song." Shen Jingmo's arm accidentally hit the wall while struggling, and was scratched by the rough gravel.

After taking Red Hair away, the police officer stepped forward and said, "Kid, you need to go to the police station and cooperate with us to record a statement."

"Okay." Shen Jingmo nodded like a little adult, and when passing by the entrance of the alley, he picked up the schoolbag that had fallen on the ground.

"The child is a minor, and your parents need to be present to record your statement. What's your parents' phone number? I'll call for you." The police uncle took out his mobile phone from his pocket and glanced at Shen Jingmo.

Shen Jingmo pursed his lips, obviously hesitant.

The police understood the teenagers' psychology and reassured them, "Hey kid, we're just recording your statement. Just have an adult with you. You don't need to worry too much."

"My parents are on a business trip and won't be back in the short term." Shen Jingmo clenched the corner of his clothes with his fingers.

"This is a bit difficult." The policeman muttered to himself and then looked at his colleague beside him.

"Little boy, do you have other relatives in Linjiang? Grandpa and grandma would be fine too."

Shen Jingmo shook his head, "No."

"Forget it, let's call their class teacher." The police uncle called Shen Jingmo's class teacher.

If Song Zhiwei hadn't provoked those gangsters, these things wouldn't have happened.

Song Zhiyuan took the initiative to ask, "Uncle police officer, can I go with him?"

"Can."

The two followed the policeman into the police car and returned to the police station.

Today, Song Zhiyuan and his grade had a month-end assessment test. After the test, they left school early. As soon as they walked out of the school gate, Song Zhiyuan saw a group of gangsters at the gate of the junior high school campus. Song Zhiyuan was afraid that something might happen, so he kept guarding the school gate.

Sure enough, seeing that they were coming for Shen Jingmo and the others, Song Zhiyuan didn't have time to think about anything else. He quickly called the police and kept an eye on their location.

The head teacher accompanied Shen Jingmo inside to record his statement. When they came out, Song Zhiyuan was still waiting outside the yard. Song Zhiyuan immediately went forward and said, "Excuse me, teacher."

"What's the trouble? Those hooligans from the vocational high school only know how to fight all day long. They should be disciplined." When the teacher mentioned them, he pushed his glasses, with anger in his eyes.

Song Zhiyuan glanced at Shen Jingmo and said hesitantly, "Teacher, now that the confession recording is over, I will take Shen Jingmo back."

The female teacher asked with concern, "Do you want the teacher to take you home?"

"No need." Song Zhiyuan rejected the teacher's kindness and pulled Shen Jingmo out of the police station.

"Sister Song." Shen Jingmo called out as he walked behind her. Song Zhiyuan stopped and looked at the little boy behind her.

The little boy was obviously a few years younger than her, but he was about the same height as her, with a pair of narrow, peach-shaped eyes that were clean and clear.

"Sister Song, don't worry about Song Zhiwei. Song Zhiwei ran away after school, saying he was going to see Gu Jun's concert."

This brat caused such a big trouble, yet he still had the nerve to go to the concert, and instead let Shen Jingmo, who helped him at the time, take the blame.

"I understand." Song Zhiyuan took Shen Jingmo to a nearby clinic to treat his wounds.

The two took a taxi home.

Song Zhiyuan was reading a book in the living room while waiting for Song Zhiwei to come home.

The black curtain fell, and the stars twinkled in the sky. The cicadas in the community kept chirping, disturbing people.

As the sound of a door opening was heard, Song Zhiwei tiptoed in for fear of disturbing his sister. He had just taken two steps and his schoolbag slipped to his side. Before he could drop it on the ground, he saw his sister closing the book and looking in his direction.

Song Zhiwei felt guilty and said, "Sister, it's so late, you haven't rested yet."

"Waiting for you." Song Zhiyuan put the book on the coffee table and stood up. "Gu Jun's concert should have ended a long time ago. Why did you come back just now?"

"I met some classmates and had a meal there. Sister, have you eaten? I also brought you your favorite midnight snack." Song Zhiwei didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all. He took out the fried chicken wings and skewers he had packed from his schoolbag and put them all on the dining table.

"Sister, it's more comfortable to eat fried skewers with sparkling water. I'll get it for you." Song Zhiwei ran to the kitchen to help Song Zhiyuan get sparkling water.

Song Zhiwei struggled to take two steps forward, and Song Zhiyuan grabbed Song Zhiwei's ear and pulled him back. "You were so carefree outside, but did you know that those hooligans you provoked came back and beat up Shen Jingmo?"

"They're here again." Song Zhiwei slowly pulled his ear out of Song Zhiyuan's hand, "Sister, is Chen Jingmo okay?"

"Fortunately, the police showed up in time and nothing serious happened. But if you get into trouble again next time, you will definitely be the one who will be in trouble." Song Zhiyuan turned and walked upstairs.

Song Zhiwei shouted, "Sister, don't you want to eat the fried skewers?"

"No, I've already had dinner last night." Since entering high school, Song Zhiyuan has lived a very regular life and never eats midnight snacks.

"If you don't eat it, I'll eat it." Song Zhiwei murmured and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of sparkling water, eating the fried skewers heartlessly.

In the next few days, Shen Jingmo would come to Song Zhiwei's house to do homework after school every day. In addition, Song Zhiyuan would also help Shen Jingmo with his homework.

After a few interactions, the two gradually became familiar with each other.

Shen Jingmo and Song Zhiyuan go to and from school together every day.

That day, as soon as he reached the gate of the community, Shen Jingmo hurriedly ran towards his home, leaving Song Zhiwei, who was following behind, confused.

She asked in a hoarse voice, "Chen Jingmo, aren't you going to my house to do homework tonight?"