Chapter 207 Evil Spirit 3
When the dean saw the scene in the toilet, his heart sank. He moved closer and found that Zhang Yanhui was only slightly injured. His school uniform was a little torn, and there were bruises on his arms and forehead, but there were no wounds that could threaten his life. He immediately felt relieved.
He grabbed a few classmates and asked them what had happened. He then said earnestly, "I'll find time to teach Fang Zhengxiang and the others a lesson! But you were also wrong in this matter. The college entrance exam is only a few months away. How can you be in a relationship? Students should still focus on their studies and not stray into other paths!"
The higher-ups have low expectations for the admission rate of Tanhua Middle School. If it were just a normal fight, they would have dealt with it. However, Fang Zhengxiang is related to the principal, and the principal will be leaving here in the spring and transferred to a new place. During his tenure, he certainly doesn't want to see any negative information about the school or even about himself!
The dean of studies was afraid of offending the principal, so he tried his best to protect Fang Zhengxiang, who was related to him, so there was a clear bias in his words.
Zhang Yanhui was helped up by his classmates without saying a word. His face, which was slightly flushed in the morning, had now turned as white as paper, and blue veins were clearly visible on both sides of his forehead.
The clothes soaked by cold water clung to his body, his joints protruding and the shape of his ribs vaguely discernible. Below was a flat and slightly inward-drawn waist and abdomen, and below the hips were straight and slender long legs.
It was like a dead tree with its outer bark stripped off by the wind and snow, leaving only the mottled interior.
Jiang Chunmian thought he looked rather pathetic due to his thinness. He pushed through the crowd, put away his hidden phone, and said, "Teacher! I can testify that Zhang Yanhui is not in a relationship. It was Fang Zhengxiang who started it first."
The dean glared at him: "You testify? How can you testify?"
Jiang Chunmian recounted what he had witnessed last night and said directly, "Fang Zhengxiang's behavior constitutes intentional injury. We should call the police. The wounds on Zhang Yanhui's body are evidence!"
The Dean of Studies suddenly felt overwhelmed. "Don't assume anything is true! If you could call the police just because students were fighting, how could they handle it? It's class time now, so go back to class. As for Zhang Yan's response..." He pondered for a moment, then said kindly, "It takes two to tango! Fang Zhengxiang's behavior was excessive, and I will teach him a lesson. Don't worry about anything else."
Jiang Chunmian puffed up his cheeks and was about to continue speaking when his sleeve was gently tugged. He turned around and saw Zhang Yanhui's weak smile.
"Thank you. Go back to class. I'll handle my own affairs."
The dean of studies had other things to do, so he casually told the student next to him to take Zhang Yan back to the infirmary and left.
Jiang Chunmian volunteered to replace the person who was accused and returned to the infirmary with Zhang Yan.
After changing his clothes, Zhang Yanhui's face was still pale and his pupils were dark. Jiang Chunmian recalled the strange emotions she had at the door of the toilet. Curiosity drove her to get closer to Zhang Yanhui, wanting to understand why she always felt an inexplicable sense of cold fear when she was around him.
...He looks like a gentle, shy, even a little timid boy.
After observing for a long time, she no longer felt that strange emotion. Jiang Chunmian's thoughts slowly returned to the previous events. She said with a hint of anger: "After thinking about it, I think I should call the police!"
Zhang Yanhui pursed his lips, deep dimples formed on his cheeks, and his face looked somewhat handsome and delicate. His drooping eyelashes looked like dense black feathers. After a long pause, he softly replied, "It's no use."
When he said this, his tone was filled with confusion and panic, as if he was in a dark abyss.
"Fang Zhengxiang has a cousin who works at the police station. Even if he beat me up and seriously injured me, with the injury certificate issued by the hospital, the most he could do is take him to the police station for criticism and education. There's no further punishment. After that, he'll just get worse..."
"How do you know?" Jiang Chunmian asked doubtfully, "This is too pessimistic and absolute!"
Zhang Yanhui looked at the girl sitting next to him and was slightly stunned.
Yeah, how did he know?
He couldn't help but recall the scenes that flashed before his eyes when he fell on the cold, damp and smelly toilet floor. It was like Pandora's box, bringing an unknown curse upon him.
He saw himself lying on the ground in despair, saw himself dying, saw that helpless figure in the pure white and lonely hospital, and saw Fang Zhengxiang's smug and mocking smile, dragging him into a corner and beating him wantonly...
At the same time, an overwhelming hatred overwhelmed his mind. He felt as if a vast sea of blood was surging. His eyeballs were bulging, and he could clearly feel the bloodshot veins splitting one by one, densely covering his eyeballs. Something was about to burst through his heart, transforming into an unknown hatred...
——The transformation came to an abrupt end with a loud and clear alarm!
The waves that nearly swallowed him receded, and he gasped for breath, as if escaping a disaster. The gray glass world cracked open, and a strange girl appeared before him. She was wearing a neat blue and white school uniform, with a black flower bud on her head, and her eyebrows were full of righteousness. When he came to his senses from his daze, she had changed her clothes and was sitting on a clean bed in the infirmary.
Of course Jiang Chunmian wanted to help Zhang Yanhui, but she and he were just ordinary classmates after all. She was afraid that he would be annoyed if she said more, so she sat on the bed next door and waited patiently. The teacher from the medical department came next door to prepare medicine. In addition to being covered with wounds, Zhang Yanhui also had a low fever.
After hanging up the IV drip, the teacher from the medical department asked me to change the medicine bottle, then I answered the phone and left.
Zhang Yanhui said embarrassedly: "Go back to class."
"You can do it yourself?"
After receiving Zhang Yanhui's affirmative answer, Jiang Chunmian turned and left.
Back in the classroom, before Jiang Chunmian even sat down, the boy at the table in front of him turned around and said, "How dare you mess with Fang Zhengxiang!"
Jiang Chunmian took out his textbook and answered with a hint of confusion: "I didn't provoke him."
The boy at the front desk timidly said, "Fang Zhengxiang is vindictive and has a violent temper. The students in his class don't dare to mess with him. During recess, Fang Zhengxiang sleeps and dares not make the slightest noise. If you wake him up, the consequences will be terrible!"
As he was speaking, the boy at the table in front of him suddenly turned pale and sighed, "Zhang Yanhui is miserable too! It seems that being good-looking isn't always a good thing. Isn't this a disaster sent from heaven?"
"That's right." Jiang Chunmian nodded in agreement.
The boy at the table in front glanced at Jiang Chunmian, who seemed to be unaware of the impending disaster and said clearly, "If you take Zhang Yan back to the infirmary, Fang Zhengxiang will not let you go either!"
Jiang Chunmian still had that innocent smile on his face and said, "But I can't just stand by and watch my classmates get bullied! Thank you for reminding me. I'll be more careful next time."
It's not that I haven't considered this problem, so the safest way is to ask the teacher for help. I didn't expect Li De to be so cowardly that he actually slipped away quietly. The worry that he might be retaliated against in the future only lingered in my heart for a moment, and then the emotions of compassion and justice prevailed.
She did not regret what she had done, but when the power went out in the teaching building and she was locked in the dark infirmary, her anger surged uncontrollably.
Just before school was over, a classmate passed on the news that he had just returned from the infirmary. Zhang Yanhui had something to tell her, and Jiang Chunmian went without a second thought. Who could have imagined Fang Zhengxiang's vengeful nature? He couldn't wait any longer. After tricking her into going to the infirmary, he swaggered out and locked the door.
There was an iron lock on the outside of the transparent glass door. Jiang Chunmian frowned and pushed the door angrily, but to no avail. She cursed Fang Zhengxiang inwardly and calmed down. She thought Zhang Yanhui might still be in the infirmary, so she climbed to the ward on the second floor in the dark.
However, in just a short moment, the temperature in the infirmary dropped several degrees, and cold and dense raindrops seeped into the gaps in the doors and windows. Along the way, Jiang Chunmian closed the open window, looked at the gaps in the doors and windows in the dim light, and disappointedly gave up the idea of leaving through the doors and windows.
The infirmary has two floors.
The wards were located in various rooms on the second floor. The view became increasingly darker, and one could almost hear the cold wind whistling outside the building, as if it was about to break through the walls and bring them down.
Jiang Chunmian hugged her arms tightly. She was only angry at Fang Zhengxiang's act of revenge, but as she walked up the stairs, an inexplicable fear gripped her mind, as if there was an unknown danger waiting for her at the end of the dark stairs.
Jiang Chunmian's footsteps stopped at the last step.
Looking out at the corridor on the second floor.
She remembered that Zhang Yanhui needed three bottles of medicine and should still be on the last one. Was he still in the ward? Jiang Chunmian was not a timid person, but in the dark, with the cold wind whistling in his ears, he trembled uncontrollably and shouted with all his might, "...Zhang Yanhui? Are you in the room?"
"I am here."
Suddenly a sound was heard, and Jiang Chunmian took a step back. Fortunately, he held the railing and did not fall down.
The voice did not come from the ward, but sounded beside her. She squinted her eyes and looked around, and finally saw Zhang Yanhui squatting against the wall on the left side of the stairs.
Staring at the almost curled-up figure, Jiang Chunmian's mouth twitched slightly. After a moment, he whispered softly, "You're not scared, are you?"
Zhang Yanhui did not deny it. His vision was dark and a familiar voice in his ears brought him back to his senses. He quietly walked along the wall towards the stairs until he felt a stream of heat coming from his side, then he slowly stood up.
"The power suddenly went out in the infirmary. I called out several times but no one responded. Then it started raining heavily outside..."
Thick eyelashes covered Zhang Yanhui's frightened eyes, and the dark environment blurred his face, making his outline look a little calm. He slowly raised his eyes to look at Jiang Chunmian, and a huge stone fell from his heart. He secretly thanked: Fortunately she came!
At this moment, thunder roared. Jiang Chunmian was startled and dodged backwards, but her heel missed a step. She held the railing tightly but before she could steady herself, her wrist was suddenly pinched. The touch was as cold as the sticky and slippery cold rain, and her heart sank.
The horror movie stored in her mind rushed to her mind. Almost at the moment her wrist was pinched, she had an incredible thought: Could Zhang Yanhui be inhuman? The fingertips that touched her wrist were icy cold, and a chilling numbness that passed through the epidermis and into her blood vessels gave her limbs goose bumps.
But she quickly rejected this strange and unrealistic idea.
The smooth fingertips moved from her wrist to the cuff of her sleeve. The cold touch disappeared in an instant. He held her wrist through her sleeve and gently pulled her up the stairs. At the same time, Zhang Yanhui's voice sounded with worry.
"Don't stand on the stairs. It's not safe."
"Oh, okay." Jiang Chunmian stepped onto the second floor, convinced in his heart that Zhang Yanhui was timid.
She walked towards the window, where moonlight seeped in, making her vision much clearer. She deliberately slowed down her pace so that Zhang Yanhui could always keep a distance of half a fist from her.
Leaning against the windowsill, Jiang Chunmian said, "I left my cell phone in the classroom. Do you have one?"
Zhang Yanhui shook his head.
Jiang Chunmian spread his hands and said with a little gritted teeth, "That's it. Fang Zhengxiang locked the door downstairs, so we can't get out. It's time to go home, and no one comes here. We may have to spend the night here."
In the darkness, Zhang Yanhui's face flickered with gloom. Even he himself couldn't figure out the source of his resentment. He blinked, came to his senses, and asked worriedly, "...He locked the door. Were you bullied?"
Zhang Yanhui opened his eyes wide to observe Jiang Chunmian's expression. After receiving a negative answer, he breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, and said self-reproachfully: "I'm sorry, I have implicated you!"
"That's nothing." Jiang Chunmian moved a little away from the window. The glass was covered with spider-web-like water marks from the heavy rain. She rubbed her cold arms and said, "It's not your fault. You don't have to blame yourself. It's us tonight. The weather is so cold. If we really stayed here for a night, we would freeze to death."
Seeing that Jiang Chunmian had no intention of blaming him, Zhang Yanhui once again quietly followed his heart and moved closer to her. His new clothes were the spring school uniform, but strangely, on this cold rainy night, he didn't feel cold at all.
Maybe it was because she was next to me.
Zhang Yanhui placed the back of his hand against the edge of her school uniform, and the fear that had bred him in the darkness faded. He thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the office. The medical staff works here every day. I remember there seemed to be an electric fan in the office."
"Really? That's great! Let's go now."
Jiang Chunmian took the initiative to walk in front, and Zhang Yanhui took small steps. Jiang Chunmian thought for a moment, then reached out and held his wrist, "If you're scared, hold on to me! I'm brave, I'm not afraid."
The sound of rain drowned out Zhang Yanhui's low "hmm".
He looked at Jiang Chunmian's back. The black flower bud on his head was slightly loose, like pretty petals blooming. In the damp corridor, there seemed to be a faint floral fragrance.
He tightened his fingers and followed her into the darkness.
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