He Yunxin and several classmates happened to be passing by. They didn't see Zhou Yuanyuan kick, but only saw Wen Ziyun's figure "slide" out in a straight line and then fall.
He Yunxin is the class monitor of Class 2, Grade 3. When he saw that the person who fell was his classmate Wen Ziyun, he rushed forward to help.
Wen Ziyun always had a good image among his classmates: a good student, well-off family, and polite. Although Wen Ziqing's polite exterior concealed a hint of disdain, most children his age were still quite innocent. He Yunxin and the others simply thought Wen Ziyun was a bit cold and arrogant, never thinking that he looked down on them.
He Yunxin and two other classmates tried frantically to help Wen Ziyun up.
Wen Ziyun's body ached and numbed, unable to muster any strength. Wen Ziyun stood 1.75 meters tall and weighed about 140 kilograms. He Yunxin and the others were short, so it took a lot of effort to half-hold Wen Ziyun to his feet. Even so, Wen Ziyun had to lean on He Yunxin to "stand" steadily.
Wen Ziqiu climbed up to the third floor with a pout. She was almost starving to death. Her brother hadn't brought down the dishes for such a long time today.
As soon as Wen Ziqiu went up the stairs, he saw his brother Wen Ziyun being grabbed by the hands and feet by several classmates and being "dragged" towards the classroom door.
Wow! Who has the guts to hit my brother?
"You are so brave! Do you know who my father is? Let my brother go!" Wen Ziqiu rushed over and pointed at He Yunxin and the others and yelled.
The classmates who were supporting Wen Ziyun were all stunned.
Wen Ziyun's sister, Wen Ziqiu, is quite famous in Chaoyang Middle School.
Wen Ziqiu is a sophomore this semester. Although her grades are average, she has a strong sense of self-superiority.
After Wen Yiran became the head of the Wen family, although the Wen family was still among the aristocratic families in Kyoto, its status was much lower than before.
But Wu Xiuli didn't understand! Wu Xiuli told Wen Ziqiu that she was now the eldest daughter of the Wen family and had a noble status. Wen Ziqiu, like Wu Xiuli, believed that everyone should respect her.
At school, Wen Ziqiu often spoke to her classmates with a condescending attitude, often mentioning things like "our compound is so-and-so" and "my grandfather is so-and-so." As a result, she earned the nickname "Nostril Girl" at Chaoyang Middle School.
Wen Ziqiu ran over angrily and cursed. In his anxiety, He Yunxin forgot Wen Ziqiu's name, but remembered Wen Ziqiu's nickname firmly. Seeing Wen Ziqiu's fierce look as if he wanted to eat them, He Yunxin hurriedly defended himself: "Sister Nostril, we are helping..."
"You short, stout fellow, how dare you scold me?" Wen Ziqiu grew even more furious. "Nostril Girl"? This was the nickname Wen Ziqiu hated the most, even more annoying than someone calling her "Princess Syndrome." In a rage, Wen Ziqiu stretched out her hand and grabbed He Yunxin's face.
Seeing this, He Yunxin subconsciously let go of Wen Ziyun's hand and went to block Wen Ziqiu. Wen Ziqiu's fighting ability was too strong, and He Yunxin was unable to block it. Wen Ziqiu scratched his face, leaving a bloody mark, which was burning with pain.
Seeing Wen Ziqiu's aggressive look, the other two students were afraid that she would beat them as well, so they let go of Wen Ziyun and ran away with their heads in their hands.
Oh my goodness! This Wen Ziqiu is so fierce. They are doing good things, but they are being hunted by "Nostril Girl"? They should just play it safe!
Wen Ziyun had not yet felt the soreness in his body, and as soon as several classmates let go of him, he fell back on his butt to the ground, grimacing. His breath was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, and he couldn't even speak for a while.
"Wen Ziyun, your sister is so fierce, I don't dare to help you anymore. Let your sister help you!" A boy wearing black plastic-framed glasses, the study committee member of Class 2, Grade 3, shouted from about three feet away. Then he said to He Yunxin, "Yunxin, hurry up and leave. The cafeteria will be out of food soon."
"If you dare to leave, I will tell the teacher and ask him to expel you. You three are dreaming. You bullied my brother and wanted to run away after he fell down?" Wen Ziqiu shouted at the boy with glasses angrily.
Expelled? The college entrance exam is coming up soon. If he gets expelled at this time, his parents will definitely beat him to death!
The boy with glasses, He Jianwei, remembered his grandmother's warning to him not to help others casually, or he would be blackmailed. His face turned pale with fright.
"Wen Ziqiu, don't talk nonsense. Wen Ziyun knows the actual situation best. We didn't bully him. He fell down and we came to help. It was you who scratched He Yunxin without any reason. We all saw it." Another classmate, Zhu Xiaojin, couldn't help but make an excuse after hearing what Wen Ziqiu said.
What? They weren't beating up his brother, they were helping him? Wen Ziqiu was stunned.
"Let's go, let's go. Good intentions are really not rewarded." He Jianwei came back to his senses and saw that Wen Ziqiu felt a little guilty, so he couldn't help but say something to Wen Ziqiu.
"Hiss~!" He Yunxin didn't have time to speak. He touched the burning wound on his face and took a breath in pain.
"What do you mean by good intentions go unrewarded? Didn't you see that my brother was thrown down by you just now? Let me tell you, if my brother gets hurt again because of this fall, I will never forgive you." Although Wen Ziqiu knew that he had misunderstood, he couldn't bear to lose face and couldn't help but argue.
Secondary harm? This Wen Ziqiu is really shameless! This sentence is the common voice of He Yunxin, Zhu Xiaojin and the other three.
"Wen Ziyun, do you think so too?" He Yunxin felt a little disappointed when he saw that Wen Ziyun had no intention of explaining anything for everyone since the incident.
Forget it, forget it. This time, just think of yourself as being kind-hearted. In the future, even if he sees what happens to the Wen brothers and sisters, he won’t care.
It wasn't that Wen Ziyun didn't want to talk, but he was out of breath after the fall, and he wanted to speak but couldn't say anything.
"I'm going to the school infirmary to get some medicine. Xiaojin, do you want to go?" He Yunxin called Zhu Xiaojin beside him.
"Let's go together!" Zhu Xiaojin didn't want to stay here anymore. Wen Ziyun and Wen Ziqiu were a pair of siblings, one was a psychopath, the other was also a psychopath, so let them toss around on their own!
The noise in the corridor attracted the attention of nearby students.
Wen Ziyun was still sore and weak, and he wanted to get up but couldn't. Seeing his miserable state being seen by so many classmates, Wen Ziyun couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry.
"Brother, let's go quickly and have dinner." Seeing that He Yunxin and the others had run away, Wen Ziqiu had to bend down and pull Wen Ziyun himself.
"Eat, eat, eat. All you do is eat. You're as stupid as a pig." Wen Ziyun's soreness had just passed at this time. He slapped Wen Ziqiu's hand away and got up from the ground by himself.
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