Three good students and bad boys
Song Yao's eyes, which were glistening with tears, suddenly widened and she stared blankly at Jiang Qing.
The girl's face was determined, without shame or embarrassment, only anger that spread like wildfire.
It was as if she was just talking about something very ordinary and common, something that could be accused of others without having to bear any heavy oppression.
All negativity does not exist.
It turns out that this kind of thing can be said out loud.
The sunlight was shining, and under the brim of the white hat, the girl's golden hair seemed to be glowing, so dazzling and so bright.
Song Yao seemed to be injected with infinite courage in an instant. She carefully raised her eyes for the first time and looked directly at the man, the man who brought her endless fear and humiliation, the man with a ferocious face.
It was a very ordinary face, he was wearing work clothes, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. She noticed a small scar on his eyebrow, which was probably left by an accidental bump.
She looked at him, and suddenly she became puzzled. Is this the beast?
Everyone in the car was startled by Jiang Qing's loud accusation. After a moment of silence, there was a sudden uproar.
"Did you really get touched?"
"Let me see who was touched."
"I didn't realize this guy had this habit."
The people around were all looking in, trying to see who was being touched and who was touching whom.
Amidst all the complex gazes, the man was also stunned by Jiang Qing. He seemed to be unable to imagine that someone could ignore everyone's gaze like this. In a moment, he became justified again. He didn't touch her in the first place.
"I didn't touch you."
"It's not a good habit for students to lie. Do you have any evidence?"
Jiang Qing sneered, "It's not up to you to decide whether you touched me or not."
She shouted, "Driver, please stop at the next stop." Looking at the man with a grim expression, she added, "And please provide the police with the surveillance video."
There was chaos on the bus and the driver was a little panicked. No matter who was right or wrong, he was responsible. It was because the conflict happened on his bus. He might have his performance deducted soon.
Hearing the girl's voice, he looked up at the rearview mirror. There were densely packed heads there, and the figures surrounding the center were not very clear, but the girl's voice was firm and powerful, and it didn't sound like she was compromising at all.
He realized that because of the determination of the parties involved, the matter could not be reduced to a small matter. So he could only stand on the neutral side, cooperate where necessary, and try his best to eliminate the adverse effects.
"Okay. If the police ask me about this, I'll provide them with the surveillance footage."
He responded loudly, holding the steering wheel steadily.
The man also heard what the driver said. Looking at the people around him pointing and looking at him with contempt, he suddenly became a little panicked.
"What do you mean?"
"Does this have anything to do with you?"
Jiang Qing understood his implication, and she sneered righteously, "You touched me, tell me if it has anything to do with me."
The man's face flushed red when he heard the sound, and he said angrily: "Don't you know whether I touched you or not, little girl, don't meddle in other people's business."
Glancing around, he subconsciously used his old tricks, looking Jiang Qing up and down. "Even if someone touches you, don't you see how you look? You haven't even grown all your hair yet, what's there to touch? Aren't you ashamed?"
Haha, he started making personal attacks because he saw that the situation was not good.
"You..." Song Yao tugged at the corner of Jiang Qing's clothes. The soft touch in her hand gave her infinite courage. She thought she should do something, at least now, she should say something.
As soon as she opened her mouth, Jiang Qing grabbed her, muted the microphone manually, and rolled her eyes at the man.
"A perverted man is perverted to everyone he meets, and a criminal man is a criminal to everyone he meets."
"If you don't feel ashamed, why should I feel ashamed?"
"And..." She held up her phone. Even though it was a beat-up old phone, it was still no problem to call the police. "There's no need to tell me. If there's anything, just tell the police later. Do you think the police are embarrassed by you or me?"
The man's face turned blue, then red, and then blue again, and veins bulged on his forehead.
He can't go into the police station. Once the facts are confirmed and written into the file, his job is over.
Everyone will know his background, and he will never be able to hold his head up high. He will spend his whole life being looked down upon and criticized by others.
No, he couldn't live that kind of life.
He looked up at the surveillance camera. The bus was crowded, but there was only one surveillance camera, installed at the front of the bus, a long distance away from here. However, his movements were secretive, and the surveillance camera might not be able to capture him.
besides--
The man glanced at the girl standing beside him, who was timid, cowardly, and fearful, just like the person he had met countless times before.
As long as she doesn't stand up, nothing will happen.
He sneered and said, "Go ahead, the police will clear my name."
No matter where you are going, just get off the car and run. If you escape this time, nothing will happen to you.
Everything will be back on track.
When the people around him heard his righteous voice, they couldn't help but feel confused from the bottom of their hearts. Who is real and who is fake? They looked left and right, and why were they all more bold than the other, and they all spoke with such confidence and without any guilt.
"Who do you think is true and who is false?"
"No matter who is real or fake, it's too shameful to talk about this."
"Indeed, there's no such thing as shouting in public."
Some people are getting impatient, thinking that people are arguing endlessly about such trivial matters. This little thing is not worth talking about, but instead of covering up the ugly things, they are spreading them around.
"What's there to say about being touched?" The man carrying the Ultraman backpack muttered in dissatisfaction as he held his grandson's hand. He looked up at his grandson's innocent yet questioning eyes and touched his head. "No, no, we don't want to hear these dirty words."
Song Yao's face was pale. She had lost her strength. She let go of the corner of Jiang Qing's clothes and rubbed the skin on her leg fiercely. The skin was flushed all over. She used all her strength as if she wanted to rub it out for blood.
Some people in the crowd around were despising the man, some were questioning Jiang Qing, some didn't care and just felt annoyed, but the majority were silent, just watching the development of the situation.
In this situation, whoever speaks out seems to represent the opinions of everyone. People only pay attention to the speeches with the loudest voices and hardly pay attention to the true wishes of the silent people.
But people's attention is limited and needs to be fought for.
Simply put, when you choose to remain silent, in a sense you lose your right to speak and acquiesce in the transfer of rights.
At this point, with the support of some stupid voices, the man quickly regained his smug look.
See, this is what happens when you say something like this out loud.
He is never wrong.
Jiang Qing clenched her fists, wanting to give him and the barbecued pork buns that appeared around him two punches.
What kind of rubbish is this? Is this even human language?
Just at this moment, the next stop arrived and the glass door slowly opened.
Jiang Qing dragged the man out of the car regardless of his struggle, and did not forget to turn around and smile at the man who said it was no big deal.
"Then I wish you..." She looked at the chubby little grandson with big grape eyes beside his legs with pity on her face, "In the future, even if people often touch your butt, you can still laugh it off. After all... it's no big deal."
After she finished speaking, without even looking at the pale faces of the people behind her, she pulled the three of them out of the car.
The car door closed and started, taking away a car full of explosive laughter.
On the curb, Jiang Qing's strength was ultimately no match for the man, and she saw the man about to run as soon as he got out of the car.
She shouted loudly to all around: "Someone come and help catch the thief."
The man looked back in disbelief while struggling. How could he become a thief again?
How many charges will this bitch put on him?
Jiang Qing: In broad daylight, no one caught the obscene man. The grand scene of catching the thief before is still in front of my eyes. I don't believe that no one will help me if I shout to catch the thief.
The commotion here quickly attracted a lot of attention, and people gathered around, blocking the man's escape route.
The man rolled his eyes in frustration and shouted, "I'm not a thief, this little girl is talking nonsense."
Jiang Qing didn't care about him and just asked the people around if anyone could help take him to the police station.
When everyone heard that they were going to the police station, what did that mean?
That means he is a thief.
Otherwise, how could the girl in front of me be so dependent and arrogant?
Jiang Qing held on to the man with all her might for fear that he would escape. Just when she had used all her strength and was about to lose control, the resistance from the other side suddenly loosened.
She breathed a sigh of relief; finally someone came to help.
Looking up, I saw the familiar black jacket and the familiar unruly and rebellious look.
The man raised an eyebrow: "Are you not leaving yet?"
Jiang Qing took Song Yao's hand, pushed through the crowd, and hurriedly caught up with the people in front.
She put on a big smile and said, "Hi, handsome guy, what a coincidence. Thanks for your help."
The man was like a large toy in the boy's hands. The boy only needed to pull him lightly, and the man could not help but stumble forward following his steps.
Jiang Qing's eyes fell on the young man's arms that were exposed due to his exertion. The lines were smooth and the muscles were full. It seemed that one could see the hot blood flowing under the skin, which contained infinite power. This strong body showed that he was a good fighter.
The man's arm was being pulled by him. Because of the confrontation between the two sides, his strength was no match for the pain. His face was pale, and anger burned his brain: "Who are you? Pretty boy, I'm warning you, don't meddle in other people's business."
"Well, it seems you don't want your arm anymore."
The young man glanced over and exerted force with his hands, causing the man's face to wrinkle in pain.
"It hurts, it hurts, be gentle."
He twisted his body, trying to follow the boy's strength as much as possible to relieve the pain. When he heard the boy's almost cold words, he was afraid that he would really do it, so he quickly closed his mouth.
Just wait, I’ll make him suffer when we get to the police station.
Jiang Qing caught up with him, looked at the man who was in so much pain and couldn't speak, and then looked at the young man who was at ease.
You deserve it! You don’t want to be a good person but become a beast.
"Handsome guy, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"
"Chen Heng."
Jiang Qing immediately praised him, "As expected, the name suits him. He's a very domineering person, just like his name."
This boy should be a small leader among the gangsters. She praised him like this, and it touched his heart. He must be very happy. He is a good person to the end.
Chen Heng glanced at the girl with messy hair beside him with a hard-to-speak expression, and said with a toothache: "The word 'measurement'."
"Oh hahaha, it turns out to be Heng which means balance. This name sounds very meaningful." Jiang Qing was so embarrassed that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.
Her damn sense of humor always pops up at inappropriate times and makes people laugh.
Song Yao noticed Jiang Qing's discomfort and secretly squeezed her hand to comfort her.
Jiang Qing was immediately moved. The young lady was so gentle that the man seemed even more hateful.
She glared at the man fiercely, bah, ugly, disgusting.
Chen Heng looked at the indignant girl, then glanced at the man under him, and added a little more strength thoughtfully.
Several people quickly arrived at the nearest police station.
As soon as she entered the door, Jiang Qing saw a familiar figure sitting opposite a policeman. His back was straight and his body was stretched, like a poplar tree in the early morning, and he looked particularly energetic and conspicuous.
"Lin Nanyan, you are also in this police station." Jiang Qing greeted him happily. Look, what a coincidence, there are several police stations in the same area, and the two people met again in the same police station not long after they separated.
Hearing the girl's familiar and lively voice, Lin Nanyan turned around and was stunned for a moment.
He strode forward and said, "Jiang Jiang, why are you here? Shouldn't you be home by now?"
According to the time calculation, Jiang Qing should be home by now. He was planning to call her to ask about the situation, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, he would meet this person who should have stayed at home at the police station.
"Aren't I catching the bad guys?" Jiang Qing pointed innocently at the man who was brought in.
"Bad guy?" Lin Nanyan turned his head following her finger, "What bad thing did he do?"
"You're not hurt, are you?" He didn't care about the man he had captured. He pulled Jiang Qing over and examined her carefully. Seeing no obvious injuries, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Next time you see bad guys, just call the police. Don't just foolishly rush forward."
Jiang Qing nodded twice, looked at the policeman who came over to check the situation, and wondered how to respond.
"I'm fine. He's such a shameless guy that dared to touch my thigh. I'm going to catch him and give him a good beating." She said this with great pride.
Look at her action, awesome, cat is proud.jpg
Song Yao, who was standing next to her, was stunned and turned to look at Jiang Qing.
Lin Nanyan's pupils constricted, he couldn't believe what he heard, his neck seemed to be rusted, and he turned towards the man who had not paid attention just now.
Jiang Qing was just about to brag a little more and let Lin Nanyan witness her bravery and intelligence, but before she could open her mouth, a black shadow flashed before her eyes.
???
It seemed like something flashed by just now.
"ah!"
The man's screams caught everyone's attention.
At the entrance of the hall, a young man in white shirt and black pants who looked like a model student was punching the middle-aged man who was being held tightly by another bad boy in the face with an expressionless face. His movements were clean and fierce, and every punch hit the flesh.
The middle-aged man's face quickly became swollen and his speech became slurred.
"Help."
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