Seeing this, the others also stopped pretending and launched an attack on Ye Zhou and Liu Tian.
What was supposed to be an ordinary basketball game gradually turned into a brawl.
An Youhe was impatient as soon as she sat down in the stands. Everyone around her was excitedly shouting, but she clenched her fists.
Intuitively, she felt that Ye Zhou was in danger.
Ye Zhou had learned some martial arts, and now was a good time to stretch his muscles and bones.
It's more than enough to handle the remaining six or seven people.
He throws one person down with an over-the-shoulder throw, then kicks another person in the stomach.
The scarred man watched from a distance. He had initially thought the boy was a good student who knew nothing but studying, but he was surprised to find that the boy handled so many people with ease.
The student in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person, but Feng Kun was no pushover either; the men of the Feng family never admitted defeat!
Feng Kun quietly took an object out of his pocket and, taking advantage of Ye Zhou's inattention, rushed into the fighting crowd, heading straight for Ye Zhou.
After exchanging a move with Feng Kun, a slight pain came from his palm.
Ye Zhou took a moment to look at his palm; a red welt was still bleeding.
Feng Kun's hand held a shiny, handmade knife that gleamed in the sunlight.
Feng Kun grinned wickedly, the scar on his face that stretched from his chin to the corner of his eye looking increasingly unsightly.
From the stands, An Youhe saw this scene and realized that her worst fear had come true: Ye Zhou was injured.
How glaringly painful it was to see the blood on my hands.
"Ye Zhou!"
An Youhe called out, but her voice disappeared into the clamor from the stands.
He wasn't paying attention and fell half a meter off the stands.
When the girl fell, she braced herself with her hands on the ground to protect her head, but her knees became burning with pain.
At that moment, she heard voices from the stands.
"Call the police! That scarred guy has a knife! He even slashed the handsome guy!"
"Holy crap, what happened? How did it turn out like this? Call the police quickly, don't let this handsome guy be disfigured!"
"Ahhh, even though I've only met this handsome guy a few times, it really breaks my heart to see him injured!"
Ignoring the pain in her knees, An Youhe silently got up from the muddy ground. Her heart was throbbing; this was the first time she had felt that kind of pain since her parents passed away.
Ye Zhou absolutely cannot be harmed.
Ye Zhou is the person she wants to cherish for the rest of her life.
Tears welled up in his eyes and dripped onto the ground, wetting the dust.
...
Inside the basketball court, Ye Zhou saw the scars on his hands. He really hadn't seen such a bright red color in a long time.
The color of human blood is like a blooming rose, constantly unfolding.
Accompanied by pain.
This further convinced him that he was a complete living being, an ordinary person who had truly been reborn.
Ye Zhou clenched his fists, feeling the pain, but couldn't help but smile.
Liu Tian, who was being held back by several people, roared, "You son of a bitch, how dare you hurt my brother! Come here, if you've got the guts, let's fight one-on-one, I'll kill you!"
Feng Kun completely disregarded Liu Tian, instead smiling at Ye Zhou: "You think you're so tough? I have a knife, what can you do to me?"
Ignoring the red liquid seeping from his hands, Ye Zhou smiled and clenched his fist.
This man has really piqued his interest.
"Can't we do anything to you? Haha, then you better watch out."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Zhou rushed towards Feng Kun at such a speed that his afterimage could almost be seen.
Feng Kun swung the utility knife wildly; he had never seen such terrifying speed before.
In less than three moves, Feng Kun's wrist was broken, and the utility knife fell uncontrollably to the ground.
The knee pressed down on the man's chest, one hand clamped down on Feng Kun's chin, and the other hand was clenched into a fist, not yet falling in the air.
Red liquid dripped from between his fingers onto the scar on Feng Kun's cheek.
Feng Kun's eyes widened; he was terrified.
That murderous, crazed look in his eyes was more ruthless than any of the gang leaders he knew.
The fist remained suspended in mid-air, not yet falling, when Feng Kun instinctively closed his eyes.
Ye Zhou's heart was pounding. Suddenly, he subconsciously looked towards the stands.
He immediately spotted the stubborn girl wiping away her tears as she walked towards him.
An Youhe was also there.
We can't let her see such a bloody scene.
If he were alone, he could do whatever he wanted.
But he has An Youhe.
"The police are here, don't move."
"Don't move! Fighting is prohibited on campus."
Several police officers got out of their police car, and the situation was brought under control.
Ye Zhou looked towards the girl's location.
On the road, An Youhe was picked up by a tall woman in a black dress.
Then, Ye Zhou and the others were stuffed into a police car, and he couldn't see anything anymore.
...
An Youhe struggled in Lin Mengting's arms.
"Mengting, what are you doing? Put me down! I need to check if Yezhou is alright. Is he in a lot of pain? His hand is bleeding a lot, boohoo!"
Lin Mengting sighed, "You should take care of yourself first. Your knee is bleeding, doesn't it hurt? Can't you see it?"
An Youhe, being carried in a princess carry, looked down at her knees and saw that her light-colored pants had been stained red.
"No, it's nothing, just a few scrapes, it's fine, I'm okay."
Lin Mengting spoke into the Bluetooth earpiece in one ear: "Bring the car over. Youhe is injured. I need the best medical team, right now!"
Ignoring the struggles of the girl in her arms, Lin Mengting walked off the field.
A black, luxurious, extended Lincoln was parked on the side of the road, with four bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses, ready to go.
"Miss, we can take Miss An back to the mansion now. The medical team is ready."
Lin Mengting nodded casually, then carried An Youhe into the back seat of the car.
Even when her body touched the black leather seat, An Youhe still felt uneasy.
"It's just a minor scratch, I'm really fine, there's no need to make such a fuss."
Lin Mengting's cold and beautiful face remained expressionless. "Even if it's just a scratch, we should wait for the doctor to treat it properly before making any decisions."
An Youhe could only lower her head. Since she had no way to get off the bus, she had no choice but to listen to Lin Mengting.
I just don't know how Ye Zhou is doing. How can he go straight to the police station in that condition? He should go to the hospital first!
Will Ye Zhou bleed to death? If so, what will she do?
An Youhe's nose tingled, and tears began to fall again.
Lin Mengting glanced at An Youhe, then took a tissue from the tissue box next to her and handed it to her.
Although Ye Zhou had passed her test before, she still couldn't bring herself to like him. It seems that 500 for a kiss was a bit conservative. If it were 10,000 for a kiss, that man would definitely lose control, right? It's a pity that she didn't reveal Ye Zhou's true colors, which caused Youhe to cry.
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