Chapter 63 How about I hold you?
The physical pain could not compare to the mental fear. Even such hard wood could be tamed by the carving knife. It was natural for Meng Tang to be afraid when his soft flesh was swept by the sharp knife.
He was so emotionally unleashed that he couldn't even speak, and it made the people around him extremely anxious.
"Are you hurt?" Wei Chuan looked her over from head to toe using the light from his cell phone.
There were no obvious external injuries, but the person looked frightened, his face was pale, and he looked at him with panic.
Wei Chuan put his arm around Meng Tang's shoulders, offering silent comfort.
Tian Yu and Shao Yiming knew that they would not be able to have the barbecue tonight. They looked at each other and immorally used Wang Jue as a stool.
Wang Jue felt a tightness in his chest and started cursing at the top of his lungs.
With a cold look on his face, Wei Chuan turned around and shouted, "Tell him to shut up and take him to the gate to explain the situation. Meng Tang and I will be there later."
The guards patrol 24 hours a day, and it is the most suitable place to accommodate Wang Jue.
Seeing that Wei Chuan was furious, Tian Yu and Shao Yiming stopped smiling and took Wang Jue away.
Wei Chuan turned his head and saw Meng Tang still crying. Her cry was very soft but her tears were getting more and more.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and wipe away the tears that gathered on her chin: "Don't cry, I'm here, you're okay."
Meng Tang raised his head, his voice almost blocked by grievance and fear: "I can't control it."
He looked so pitiful, with a pale face, which reminded Wei Chuan of the out-of-control dream.
In his dream, he thought Meng Tang's white lips were ugly, so he covered them up in a rogue manner and gave her a layer of red that glowed with water.
The itch in his throat was irritating. Wei Chuan looked away, raised his hand to hook Meng Tang's head, and let her rest on his shoulder.
"It's okay..."
I don’t know whether to comfort her or myself.
If Meng Tang was frightened and didn't call for help, Wei Chuan didn't dare to think of the other consequences.
“You did a great job.”
Meng Tang loosened his grip on the knife handle, and the gentle words of comfort dispelled his panic.
After an unknown amount of time, Meng Tang stopped crying, and Wei Chuan's shoulders were wet.
She subconsciously raised her hand to rub it, but her fingertips became wet.
Meng Tang pushed the person away awkwardly, and accidentally pulled the wound on his neck. He frowned, hissed, and raised his hand to touch it.
Wei Chuan grabbed her wrist to stop her: "Are you hurt?"
Meng Tang replied softly, "The carving knife hit it."
Wei Chuan's eyelashes trembled. The carving knife was so sharp that even a touch would cause severe damage.
"Let me take a look. Lift your head." He gently held Meng Tang's other chin.
The cold wind blew for a long time, and Meng Tang's face was covered with coldness because of crying, but Wei Chuan's palm was hot, and her only perception was in his palm.
A bloody wound appeared on the fair skin, but fortunately it was not deep. Wei Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It will be healed in a few days after disinfection."
Meng Tang hummed, "He was nervous and bumped into it, it didn't hurt at the time."
With a knife against your neck, who would still remember the pain?
Wei Chuan lowered his gaze and took the carving knife from her hand: "Give it to me, it's very dangerous."
Meng Tang said there was a protective case in the bag.
Wei Chuan opened her bag, took out the protective cover, and said, "We bump into things all the time when we play ball. I have some disinfectant in my bag. Can I spray it on you?"
Meng Tang nodded, raised his hand to press on his collar, and unconsciously stretched his neck.
In addition to the bright red bloodstains, there was a small red mole on the side of her neck near her collarbone, which was very eye-catching.
Wei Chuan stared at the small mole, took out iodine from his bag, and said, "It's a little cold and a little painful, just bear with it."
Meng Tang responded softly.
With a "hiss", the amber liquid sprayed onto the wound. Meng Tang shrank his shoulders and loosened his collar.
The pain is bearable, but it's too cold.
She looked towards Wei Chuan and was met with a deep darkness. Meng Tang was speechless for a moment, then asked softly, "What are you looking at?"
Wei Chuan suddenly lowered his head and put away the iodine:
"I asked Tian Yu and Shao Yiming to take Wang Jue to the security guard. Your counselor should be here soon."
Meng Tang immediately responded: "Then let's go too."
Wei Chuan stretched out his hand to her: "I'll help you up."
Meng Tang grabbed his wrist, and his whole body went limp, falling face to face into Wei Chuan's arms.
Meng Tang raised his head: "Why are my legs so weak?"
Wei Chuan chuckled: "I was scared."
She tugged at Wei Chuan's clothes and said awkwardly, "Let me go. I'll hold onto the tree and take some time to relax."
Wei Chuan joked with her: "How about I hold you?"
"No, no need." Meng Tang thought he was serious and refused with a red face.
It was very cold by the lake. A cold wind blew over, and Meng Tang sniffed and shivered.
Wei Chuan pulled up her hat: "To block the wind."
Meng Tang bent over and rubbed her legs. In fact, the most painful part of her body was her back.
A pair of large hands suddenly covered his back, and Meng Tang stopped rubbing his legs.
Wei Chuan held him still through his thick coat and asked, "Was he hit here?"
Meng Tang straightened up and dodged: "It's okay, it's through the clothes."
"Go back and ask your roommate to help you take a look." Wei Chuan said.
Meng Tang responded vaguely. She felt that Wei Chuan was a little strange.
After two minutes of inexplicable silence, Wei Chuan asked, "What did Wang Jue say to you?"
"He must have done it." Meng Tang replied, "He told me to call the counselor and not to investigate the matter any further."
Wei Chuan said, "Don't come back to the dormitory so late next time."
"School is still very safe." Meng Tang retorted slightly, "I didn't expect he would dare to do this in school."
"Didn't Zhang Yifan do the same thing last time?" Wei Chuan was a little dissatisfied with her vigilance. "School is only relatively safe."
Meng Tang's cell phone rang. It was the counselor calling, asking her to go to the security office.
She moved her legs, and after hanging up the phone, she changed the subject: "I think I can leave now."
After another two minutes, Meng Tang left the lake accompanied by Wei Chuan.
As soon as I entered the guardhouse, I was checked from head to toe by the counselor.
Meng Tang concealed his neck injury and said he was fine.
Just as the counselor relaxed his breath, a roar came from the door:
"You bastard! I barely even got home to sit down and I got a phone call and you're back."
The counselor frowned in disgust. This person was too rude.
But she had a smile on her face: "Coach He, the three of them saved my students tonight, so they can atone for their mistakes."
Coach He turned around and looked Meng Tang over: "You again?"
Meng Tang laughed dryly. She was going to be blacklisted by Coach He.
The counselor pointed at Wei Chuan and the others and said to the coach, "I'll take my students away, and you take your students away."
Tian Yu was afraid of being abused by the coach, so he forced himself to laugh and said, "Why don't we go back to the dormitory together?"
Coach He said with a forced smile: "Go run two laps around the playground. After you pass the curfew, I'll personally take you back to the dormitory."
Tian Yu wailed, "Coach."
"Calling dad is useless. Saving people is one thing, but before that, you know what you want to do."
"coach."
"Four laps."
Wei Chuan stopped Tian Yu and said, "If you don't want to double it, shut up."
Wei Chuan didn't care about running. It was a rare occasion for him to follow his coach. He followed him out of the guardhouse and lowered his head to send a text message to Xie Lingyin.
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