"No, go tell the teacher. He hit someone and then ran away. What the hell is that?" This was Xu Ying's voice.
"Sue the teacher? You're new here, don't you know that the eighth graders are not easy to deal with? Forget it. Even if you sue the teacher, it won't do any good. At most, they'll just criticize you a few times."
"Yeah, the eighth grade will graduate in a few months. The teachers don't really care about them anymore, so why offend them?"
Wan Feng came to the crowd and said, "Make way!"
Someone was about to ask what you do, but when they saw it was Wan Feng, they immediately lost their temper and gave way.
After people made way, an accident happened.
The one who got into trouble was not Xu Ying, but Chen Wenxin.
Chen Wenxin sat on the ground with one hand covering her leg, a painful expression on her face. Xu Ying stood beside her with an angry look on her face.
I was just parking my motorcycle when these two women got into trouble. Were they beaten up?
"What's going on?"
"Wan Feng, you're here! Just now, when Wen Xin and I were walking here, a bicycle whizzed past Wen Xin and hit her calf."
Bicycles? Aren't bicycles not allowed in here?
Wan Feng squatted down and rolled up Chen Wenxin's trouser legs without saying a word.
I didn’t expect this woman’s legs were so fucking white!
But there was a red bloodstain and a bruise on the snow-white.
The bruise should be the place where the wheel hit, and the bloodstain is the result of the scratch.
"What about the bicycle?"
Xu Ying pointed to the west.
The eight classrooms on the west side are all for the third grade of junior high school. At the door of one of the classrooms, there is a bicycle leaning against the wall of the classroom.
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