But the next moment he saw Fang Zhiyi standing beside the bed.
Fang Zhiyi raised his index finger to his lips, made a hushed gesture to him, and then grinned silently.
"Little guy, take your time. This time it's your legs. Next time we'll try another place."
The cold tone, the cruel smile, and the eyes that could see into his heart, Wang Zihan recalled the long-lost feeling of fear.
"I'm in debt, and life isn't that meaningful. Tsk, tsk, your parents seem a bit unreasonable... I just happened to find a job butchering pigs... Tsk, tsk, that blood..."
"No!" Wang Zihan cried.
But he had no choice but to listen to Fang Zhiyi give him a detailed anatomy lesson.
"You don't have the final say. We have plenty of time." Fang Zhiyi turned and left. In Wang Zihan's eyes, he was a perverted psychopath!
But when Fang Zhiyi wanted to scare him again, he heard that he had been transferred to the psychiatric department.
"These kids have such poor tolerance, they're not happy about it anymore?" Fang Zhiyi muttered. He hadn't done anything yet.
"I never realized before, you're quite suitable to be a pervert." Xiao Hei complained, "With that look and tone, if you were the villain, I can't imagine how the protagonist would win."
"Thanks for the compliment."
"No, which sentence is a compliment to you?"
Fang Yunhe has been in a good mood recently. No one bullies him anymore, but the head teacher is stricter than before. If he makes a mistake in writing, he will be punished by being made to copy. However, this is much better than being beaten.
Moreover, his father seemed to have found a job, but he was keeping it secret. However, the house gradually became tidy, and his father would cook for him every day. Fang Yunhe felt that his life was full of sunshine again, not only that his father had enrolled him in a fighting training class.
He looked at those people hitting the sandbags, feeling uneasy.
Although my father has changed, he seems to have not changed. He said bluntly: "Either you hit the sandbag, or I will beat you when you come back, it's your choice." Compared to being beaten, hitting the sandbag is naturally a better choice.
Murong Ke returned to school. As usual, he went to look for his trusted lackey first, but was told that Wang Zihan would not be coming for the time being. Not only did his leg break, but he also seemed mentally unstable.
Murong Ke asked about the cause and learned that it was actually related to Fang Yunhe's father. He was so angry that he laughed. Isn't Fang Yunhe's father also a waste? Speaking of which, Wang Zihan is also a waste.
He walked up and patted Fang Yunhe on the head. Fang Yunhe raised his head nervously and saw the face that gave him nightmares.
"Long time no see. I heard that you asked your dad to support you? Pretty impressive, right?" Murong Ke's face was full of sarcasm.
Fang Yunhe felt his hair being grabbed, lowered his eyebrows and replied submissively: "No, it's just a coincidence..."
"What a coincidence? Come to the bathroom after class, do you hear me?"
Fang Yunhe nodded, and Murong Ke left with satisfaction. It had been a long time since he had beaten this guy, and his hands were itching. However, the transfer student he met last morning looked pretty good, and he didn't know which class he was in. He wanted to get to know him later.
Fang Yunhe reached out and grabbed the hundred yuan in his trouser pocket. This was the money his father gave him once a day, saying that he should use it to buy a house if someone bullied him. He felt a little ashamed. If it weren't for him, his father wouldn't have given him the hard-earned money to do such a thing.
Fang Yunhe was still beaten, but now he intentionally covered his vulnerable parts, so it didn't hurt as much as before. He felt that getting beaten was better than spending his money. What if his father lost it all again one day?
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