Guan Shengye's expression was unpredictable, and Song An's expression was also not good.
Caught between the two at an impasse, Kong Yu wrung his hands, unsure how to offer any advice.
Guan Shengye ripped the headphones off his neck and threw them onto the sofa.
He glanced down at the exam papers spread out on the coffee table, clenched his fist, looked at Song An, and asked in a deep voice, "Which hospital is Xiao Si in?"
Song An's face brightened, and he pulled out his phone to call people, his voice brimming with joy: "Everyone, wake up!"
Tonight I'm going with Brother Sheng to take down that bastard Huang Pi. We'll fucking kill him!"
The next morning.
On his way to class, Yi Mu was engrossed in his phone, so focused that he didn't even notice a paving stone in front of him was slightly raised.
Seeing that he was about to trip, A quickly helped him up.
"What are you looking at, class monitor? You're so engrossed, could it be...hehehe..."
A let out a lewd laugh, and Yi Mu gave him a disgusted look.
"Can't you think of anything else besides games and porn all day long?"
C leaned over to look at Yi Mu's phone.
Yi Mu pushed his head away and put his phone in his pocket.
This appearance aroused deep suspicion from A and C.
These past two days, Yi Mu has been constantly taking out his phone to check things, which is very unusual. There's only one possibility.
"Squad leader, are you in a relationship?!"
Yi Mu didn't even bother to roll his eyes; he really couldn't understand why boys were so gossipy.
He was scrolling through his phone, looking for words of praise for Guan Shengye.
That kid is not easy to fool. I don't know if they want him to be praised to the skies or what.
Every time Yimu praised him, he called it boastful.
So Yi Mu racked his brains, trying to shut that brat Guan Shengye up today.
Yi Mu had prepared a sincere compliment in his mind, but Guan Shengye didn't come to class all day.
I've called and texted Yi Mu, but haven't received a reply.
He was a little disappointed, having thought that Guan Shengye would try to correct himself.
He was overthinking it. Although Guan Shengye had transferred to a new school, his past living environment was still there.
It's unrealistic to expect him to give it up all at once.
After school in the afternoon, Yi Mu stayed behind to do his duty, while the other students finished their tasks and left one after another.
Only Yimu remained, holding an eraser and wiping the blackboard.
The setting sun shone through the transparent glass windows into the classroom, casting shadows on the teacher's desk.
Chalk dust rippled in the light, like tiny sprites.
Yi Mu turned around and put down the blackboard eraser.
He dusted off his hands, turned around, walked to the back row, and picked up the books on the table.
There was a person standing at the back door, whose gaze remained on Yimu from the moment he stepped onto the platform until he came down.
Yi Mu turned around with the book in his arms and saw Guan Shengye leaning against the door frame, smiling at him.
He looked rather disheveled, with a bloody gash on his cheek, bruises around his mouth, a torn sleeve, and bloodstains all over his trousers.
Looking like this, having been out all day, has he been in a fight?
Yi Mu stopped in his tracks, his face expressionless, but a hint of worry was visible in his eyes.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Guan Shengye walked into the classroom, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out three crumpled exam papers, the corners still bearing gruesome bloodstains.
"Although it's a bit late, I still finished the task. Does the class monitor still have time to grade the homework?"
Yi Mu was on his way to the cafeteria for lunch, but it seems he'll have to change his plans.
Sitting down in his seat, Yi Mu took out his pen, picked up the exam paper, and casually looked Guan Shengye up and down.
Are you alright with your injuries?
Guan Shengye moved a stool next to him and stretched his head over to show him, "They're just minor injuries, nothing serious, you can see for yourself."
The smell of blood on him was so strong it was almost pungent, and Yi Mu brushed his buzz cut aside.
After thinking it over carefully, Yi Mu changed his mind and put away the test paper.
You need to go to the hospital.
"I don't……"
"Shut up!"
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