The other clerk was even sharper-tongued.

"They are all from the same university, and they are all units that enter together, why is there such a big gap between people. ”

"Yes, Qiuya. ”

"As far as I know, Umbro's assistants have helped you a few times. But what about you, you always stab Lou Zi, I really don't know how you got in?"

Yan Qiuya held the edge of the table with one hand, covered her mouth with the other, coughed gently, her face was pale, but she lowered her head and did not speak.

Umbro's assistant smiled lightly, immediately contacted Shudu University, and deliberately turned on the hands-free.

"I'm sorry assistant Umbro, we checked, and there is no storage record of these local chronicles. ”

"Please check whether the situation is true or not. ”

Immediately, Umbro's assistant changed color and scolded Yan Qiuya.

"What's going on?"

"Where's the book?"

"Qiuya, where's the book?"

walked straight up to Yan Qiuya and lowered his voice: "Where is Qiu Yashu?"

There was anxiety and nervousness in his voice: "The curator named and asked for these local chronicles, you hurry up and find them." Otherwise, I can't help you. ”

The staff of the library looked at Yan Qiuya, without the slightest sympathy.

Although the library has strict rules and regulations, it is not uncommon for the staff of the library to secretly borrow some important books and materials to acquaintances in private.

This is an unspoken rule, everyone understands it, as long as it is not found above, then it will be fine.

But someone like Yan Qiuya who can't get it back if he lends it out is a taboo.

Now, the library staff began a new round of attacks.

"Yan Qiuya, you hurry up and ask someone to send the book back, if you want to die, don't drag us along. ”

"Yes. The curator will be there soon, and it will be too late if you don't get it back. Immortals can't help you. ”

Yan Qiuya's delicate eyebrows wrinkled painfully, and she said in a low voice: "Assistant Umbro, when the Shu University Library came to pick up these books, it was the person you brought with you......"

When these words came out, many staff members blinked and looked at Umbro's assistant.

Umbro's assistant's pretty face sank suddenly, and she blurted out, "When did I bring someone to get those books?"

"Qiu Ya, is your head really funny?"

"Can you say that?"

"Do you think I'm your college classmate, so you can bully me like this?"

Several female employees standing next to Umbro's assistant sneered.

"It's a joke, it's not a matter of words that Umbro's assistant wants to borrow books. ”

"Besides, Umbro's assistant has always been highly valued by the curator. Why? That's because Umbro's assistants follow the rules and regulations of the museum more than anyone else. ”

"You said that Umbro's assistant brought someone to get the book, what evidence do you have?"

"Don't wronged a good person, let me tell you Lin Daiyu, if I hadn't seen that you were terminally ill and about to die, I would have smoked you a long time ago. ”

Umbro's assistant clasped her hands to her chest, her long black and gold nails tapping lightly on her arms.

"Qiuya, I know that you have always had prejudices against me, but I have never had any opinions about you. ”

"It's you who have a strange disease, and I didn't take your place. You don't have to target me for everything. ”

"Okay, let's stop talking, hurry up and call to get the book back. I'll act like nothing happened. ”

Facing the bullying of everyone and the humiliation of her old classmates, Yan Qiuya's miserable face suddenly showed a strange flush.

He pursed his lips tightly, and there was a sadness and indignation in his withered and dim eyes.

The clenched pale little hand silently let go, and opened it in front of everyone and took out a thick borrowing notebook.

Gently flip open, point to a page, cover your mouth and cough constantly,

"This is your borrowing signature record at 10 a.m. on January 9th. ”

"In addition to the six volumes of the local chronicles of the Republic of China in the six counties and cities of the old southwest area, there are also seven volumes of local chronicles of the prefectures and counties in Xikang of the Republic of China......"

"Ahem...... Thirteen volumes in total, here's your signature......"

"Assistant Umbro, please check. ”

After trying hard to insist on saying this, Yan Qiuya suddenly clutched her chest tightly and coughed violently.

The library staff swept their eyes over the borrowing notebook, and the signature of Umbro's assistant was written in a loud voice, and they immediately stopped talking.

Umbro's assistant must have seen her autograph as well, and her mind raced, and she remembered that she had indeed brought someone to borrow a book.

In an instant, Umbro's assistant's face fell, anxious and angry, ashamed and annoyed, and finally annoyed and angry.

"Smack!"

slapped the table heavily and said coldly: "Yan Qiuya." What do you mean?"

"I asked you to be silent for a long time, it turns out that you are waiting for me here. ”

"You hit me in the face in front of so many people. What do you want to do?"

Then he sneered: "I know what you mean, you want to dismantle my platform, you want to take revenge on me, you want to be an assistant to the curator." ”

"I'll tell you. I did bring someone to borrow the book, but do you know who the person who borrowed the book is?"

"It scares you to death when you say it. ”

"Don't forget, you don't have a few days to live. Everything you do is in vain. ”

"I'm so blind that I've slept on your bunk bed for four years. ”

Yan Qiuya's pale jade face, who was coughing incessantly, was already red and blue, and then listening to the words of Umbro's assistant, she frowned tightly and snorted.

His hands trembled slightly, and a stream of blood flowed out of his nose, red and piercing.

There was a scream all around.

Yan Qiuya looked at her hand blankly, was slightly stunned, and fell down softly.

Everyone watched Yan Qiuya faint, but no one picked it up.

A pair of hands reached out from the middle of the middle, hugged Yan Qiuya, and gently hugged her and sat in his arms.

Everyone squinted and couldn't help but be stunned.

"The library is a place to read books, the only paradise in the city, not a wet market, not a vanity fair. ”

"Let me read well. ”

A young man dressed ordinarily and with a mediocre appearance quietly hugged the dying Yan Qiuya, his right hand clenched into a fist, his thumb tightly clasped, and his knuckles pressed against Yan Qiuya's vest Yu acupoint.

The faces of the people around him were different, a little embarrassed, and their eyes turned to Ambibro's assistant.

Umbro's assistant looked at Jin Feng, then at Yan Qiuya, whose lips were purple, and said coldly: "You are noisy, you can go." ”

"We have our business. ”

"I advise you to put my classmate down, she has a terminal illness, she can't be cured, and she will be infected. ”

Jin Feng said lightly: "I, do you want to leave?"

"Are you going to coax me out?"

Umbro's assistant clasped his hands and said, "The library is a public place and serves the masses. ”

"We don't dare to bomb anyone out......"

"However, we can be closed. ”

"Now, I inform you that the Museum of Culture and History is closed...... You're good to go. ”

Jin Feng raised his eyes and looked at Umbro's assistant, and said lightly: "In normal times, I will go." Because, I still have a patient in my hand. ”

"Now, I'm really not leaving. ”

After saying this, Jin Feng withdrew his thumb, clenched his fist weakly, pressed against Yan Qiuya's back lung Yu acupoint, tightened it suddenly, twisted it with heavy force, and pressed it again.

"Ahem!"

"Poof!"

Yan Qiuya, who was unconscious, opened her mouth and squirted out a mouthful of black blood clots, which were hitting the snow-white short skirt of Umbro's assistant.

"Ahh

Umbro's assistant screamed and took several steps back.

The black blood clot was actually thick blood phlegm, which had been accumulating in Yan Qiuya's body for a long time, and was forced out by Jin Feng at this moment.

The thick phlegm blood clot stuck to the snow-white skirt of Estion Broch's assistant, sticking tightly and not falling off.

"Help me, help me......"

Umbro's assistant remembers tap-dancing in place, screaming in his mouth, losing his face and almost going crazy.

"Xiao Hong, Lao Xu, come and help me get this damn thing away......"

"Quick...... Nicky ...... Brother Ling...... Hurry up and ...... fast"

The other library staff didn't care about men or women, old and young, when they saw the disgusting thing that the flesh didn't look like flesh and the blood clot didn't look like a blood clot, they were already frightened and dodged, disgusting to the point of explosion.

Who would have the courage to step forward and help Umbro's assistant.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Yan Qiuya, who had been holding up blood and phlegm for many days, spit it out, and her breathing was immediately much smoother, although her lips were still dark and purple, but there was a trace of blood on her face.

The whole body was soft and did not have a little strength, like a mollusk without bones, leaning weakly on Jin Feng's arms.

There was a burst of warmth from the cold body, and I felt a powerful heartbeat from the strange man's chest, hitting my body like an electric current, and it was tingling.

The pungent smell of tobacco and heavy breathing made Yan Qiuya feel the shyness hidden in the deepest part of her heart for the first time in her twenty-two years.

Also, there is dependency and security that there has never been.

At this moment, it is eternal life and eternity.

"You...... You ...... What are you doing, you ......?"

"Yan Qiuya, what do you see you doing?"

"What is this, what is this?Yan Qiuya, are you dying......

Yan Qiuya was weak, gasping lowly, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry ......" ()

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