The results of the monthly examination were released, and the seventh class of the second year where Lingli and Wu Luo were located was the first from the bottom of the whole grade, and the head teacher was furious in the classroom, and finally decided to organize one-on-one tutoring activities, so that the top students in the class could tutor the academic performance of the poor students in the class.

Although Wu Luo is beautiful, his grades are not beautiful at all.

He was assigned to the top student clever.

After the evening self-study, Lingli explained the function problem to Wu Luo seriously in the classroom, Wu Luo's hot eyes stared at Lingli, no matter how calm and steady Lingli was, his face couldn't help but burn, and two red clouds floated.

She lifted her eyes, and her cold eyes bloomed like angry roses.

"Can you read this question and don't keep staring at me." Lingli couldn't bear to snub Wu Luo.

Wu Luo stared at Lingli with burning eyes, and the corners of his lips hooked: "Who made you look better than the title." ”

Lingli frowned, put away the exercise book, and was about to get up and leave, Wu Luo took Lingli's hand, he looked hippie, and surrendered with a smile: "Okay, good, I'll listen carefully, I won't trouble you anymore, little teacher, teach me......"

Pitiful, like a child who wants candy.

Lingli patiently became his little teacher for a month, and in the second month, the overall score of the seventh class in the second year rose a lot, and Wu Luo, who had always been at the end of the crane, even climbed to the middle and lower reaches of the class ranking.

"Little teacher, in order to thank you for your great kindness, I invite you to a meal......" Wu Luo stopped Lingli at the door of the classroom after class.

Clever and uninspired, with a cold look, he rejected Wu Luo: "This is what I should do, no thanks." ”

Wu Luo put his pockets in his pockets, looking at the figure that was neat and far away, and the smile on the corner of his lips gradually expanded.

It's a look of staring at the prey.

The male classmate came out of the classroom, bumped Wu Luo's chest, teased him and said, "How about Wu Luo?" Did you hit an iron nail this time? ”

Wu Luo lowered his eyelids and sneered: "What do you know, Lingli hasn't learned my methods yet......"

The male classmate smiled with a fluttering eyebrow: "It's a means in bed, right?" ”

Everyone laughed, knowing it.

It was another evening self-study class, Wu Luo deliberately pretended not to understand the exercises, and wanted to explain smartly, dragging Lingli very late, and the other students in the class left one after another, leaving only Wu Luo and Lingli in the classroom.

The impatience on her face became more and more obvious.

Wu Luo finally let go of Lingli: "Okay, I understand this question, so late, you wipe the blackboard, I'll send you home." ”

Tonight's evening self-study is an English class, and the English teacher's board book is still on the blackboard for students to correct the answers, and Lingli will help wipe the blackboard every time she leaves the classroom, and this time is no exception. The English teacher wrote in unison, and the smart man was not tall enough, so he moved a small bench, stood on it, raised his hand, and wiped the blackboard with a blackboard.

Nights are always a bit of a stretch.

Wu Luo stood quietly behind Lingli, and when he saw her arms raised, the hem of her clothes slightly revealed a waist as white as jade, and the texture was very soft, like a glowing jade, looming, which was particularly attractive.

Wu Luo's eyes seemed to be lit with a fire.

His throat was dry, the corners of his lips were hooked into a playful smile, and he deliberately kicked down the bench he was stepping on neatly, and spread his hands.

The clever and weightless body fell into Wu Luo's arms.

His hot big palm hugged Lingli's slender and thin waist as he wished, and his rough big hand slid into Lingli's blouse, holding her slender waist like a water snake, and the smoothness of his hand made Wu Luo sigh slightly.

The heart beats violently.

The fire burns the plains, and the color makes the wisdom faint. Wu Luo couldn't help but take advantage of the chaos to lift the hem of her neat clothes, and wanted to worship her neat and smooth waistline as smooth and soft as a water snake with his eyes, and the seductive waist socket on her back.

However, the bruises and red marks that caught his eyes shocked Wu Luo.

He already knew what was going on, and the mottled red marks on his back would only make him feel that they were the marks of love left after love.

"What is this?" Wu Luo angrily pressed Lingli on the blackboard, his dark eyes stared at Lingli tightly, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Have you already done it with other men?" ”

The flustered flush on her face had not yet faded, she broke free from Wu Luo, and said angrily: "What are you talking nonsense? ”

The clever shame looked in Wu Luo's eyes, and he only felt that she was annoyed and angry because she was exposed to her icy and jade appearance.

Wu Luo's eyes were so deep that he couldn't see to the end, and he sneered and said, "Since you're already a slut, then I'm not welcome." ”

The hot thin lips kissed the red lips that were slightly open because of the exclamation, and drove straight in without hindrance, and the hot hand even groped down rudely, and the clever came back from the distraction, pushed Wu Luo away fiercely, and slapped Wu Luo with a backhand: "Bastard!" ”

Lingli didn't even take her schoolbag, so she had red eyes and fled from the school for her life.

The next day, the news that Lingli was a rotten thing spread in the class.

The gossip became more and more bizarre.

"I heard that Lingli was ruined in the eleventh middle school a long time ago, and she also had a fetus for the teacher, it's really shameless!"

"How cold and noble you usually pretend, but it's not a broken shoe!"

"You said that she often said that she couldn't come to class because she was sick, did she go out to sell and get out of bed?"

He clenched his fists neatly, and his eyes were as calm as water, and the color of anger bloomed.

"I didn't!"

But this rebuttal can only be a quibble in the eyes of those children.

Obviously they are all children who are still studying, but when it comes to obscene words, they are not lost to adults at all. In this world, the most hurtful thing is never the sinister and sinister conspirators, but the most innocent lies.

Young children are full of adolescent anger, they feel that they represent justice, but they are slaughtering innocent girls with the big knife of justice.

The irritability that has nowhere to vent is all vented on this poor girl.

The era of what can be called a nightmare in a smart life is gradually coming.

There are always all kinds of dead rats and milk-filled condoms in her desk drawers, the word "rotten" is painted with correction fluid on the table, there are always people deliberately splashing water on the chair, books often disappear during class, students are hit on the head and back by empty water dispenser buckets, the desk is suddenly kicked off, books are scattered all over the ground, and the teacher will be laughed at when she clicks up to answer questions.

They were pointing around her, with a look of disdain on their faces, as if she was some filthy monster that would dirty their eyes on behalf of justice, and they wanted to drive this monster out of the country.

Wu Luo sat in the last row of the class, watching this qiē coldly, and even turned his head to laugh at the girl from another school without paying attention.

Clever became more and more silent.

Walk with your head down and your hands and feet down.

Don't dare to go to dense crowds.

Don't dare to look up at the cruel smiles in the eyes of others.

The girls who were originally good with her gradually didn't dare to play with her, for fear of being implicated, and they couldn't afford to provoke her.

Clever and neat are completely isolated.

She was being bullied by a whole class of classmates, as if she was thrown naked to an island, and all the ** and shame were at the mercy of others to watch and ridicule, and they gave a piercing mockery to her ashamed **. Clever and clever afraid of such a domineering but innocent but innocent them, their clever eyes dodged, they couldn't make a sound, their clothes were not covered, and there was no place to shelter from the wind and rain.

The world is falling apart.

No one can save her.

If she sues the teacher, it will only invite more cruel revenge.

She sued her parents, only to be beaten more ruthlessly by her father.

"It must be that you don't know how to check, that's why your classmates treat you like this! Why don't they bully other classmates and just bully you?! The father's charitable face became hideous, like an angry monster, and he waved his belt, like waving a chain that burned with fire, and drew hot red marks on his clever back, "I want you to not know what to do!" I want you to be disobedient! ”

The beaten Lingli hid in the corner, curled up in a ball, her pale face, with hot tears, she sobbed lowly, and kept begging for mercy, don't beat, don't beat, I knew it was wrong, but I didn't wake up my father's senses.

The thin belt split her head and covered her face and pulled it to her neat arm and neat back, like a knife cut, and she trembled in pain, and she couldn't even cry out for mercy, only a small whimper.

She felt her wounds festering, bleeding pus, turning over the flesh and revealing white bones. But why didn't anyone see it?

Why didn't anyone save her?

Why are you hitting me?

She cowered and whined like a wounded beast, crying so much that she couldn't even say a word of begging for mercy.

No matter how much you are bullied at school, you won't shed tears, but in front of your relatives, it is like a flood bursting the embankment, crying so loudly that you can't breathe.

Dark all round.

Lingli seemed to see herself struggling in pain in the dark swamp, the miserable white arm kept waving, struggling weakly, she wanted to grab the straw for help, but her hand was empty, she couldn't grasp anything, and even the straw was stingy to give her hope.

Clever and desperate shrunk into a small ball.

After darkness, there will be light.

But what exactly is the light you are talking about?

Her voice was hoarse, and no one heard her painful voice, let alone held her pale arm.

The clever pale face gradually overflowed with desperate pain. The tears fell more and more quickly, and she choked in her throat, and she was trembling all over, and her heart seemed to be cut into pieces with a cold knife.

She felt her blood drained, the hot blood gradually cooling, the feeling of weakness of excessive blood loss.

Save her.

Save her.

Why is there no end to darkness?

…… Because there is no such thing as light in this world.

There is no more clever figure in the school, her desk and chairs are empty, there are no dead rats in the drawers, and there are no condoms, her father asks her for sick leave, anyway, Lingli will call for sick leave every month, everyone doesn't take it to heart, and even laughs: "I guess I can't get out of bed by wild men outside again, every time I call it sick, and I don't know the reason to change it to something new......"

Everyone stood in the same camp of righteousness, sneering at the maiden who represented filth and sin.

Until one day.

"I heard that the reason why Lingli didn't come to school was because she was abused by the family."

"Really? No, it's such a miserable ......."

"Really, I used to hear someone say that her father was always drunk and whipped her with a belt, so she didn't wear long pants, because she was abused when she was a child, and there were red marks on her legs that had been drawn by the belt, leaving scars that couldn't be erased."

Wu Luo was in a trance.

Wu Luo, who was still lingering and making love with his female classmates, suddenly turned around and asked them.

"Will there be red marks on your back?"

"It's not just the back, it's really a domestic violence, and the arms, back, and legs must be red marks! It's really pitiful, no wonder I always ask for leave...... Wu Luo, eh? Wu Luo, where are you going? Class is coming up, where are you going now? Wu Luo! ”

Wu Luo had a calm face and ran towards the school gate, the security guard at the door stopped him and asked him which class he was from, Wu Luo didn't stop, waved his hand and pushed the security guard away and roared: "You get out of the way!" He climbed over the fence and ran wildly in the direction of Clever House.

He couldn't listen to any class or teacher.

The sound of the wind howling in my ears was heard.

It was like a huge roar in his heart.

All that can come to mind is the little face that is getting paler and paler at the end, and her black eyes that are sinking like stagnant water, without the slightest light.

Why didn't she cry?

was bullied like that, and never shed a single tear in front of him.

Why not give in?

Why not cry?

Wu Luo ran to the door of Lingli's house, holding his knees, and kept gasping.

He looked up and saw the clever man who had fantasized about crying countless times in his dreams.

The tears on her face seemed to flow inexhaustibly, and her little white face was crying in despair.

Wu Luo's cardiac arrest seemed to have been drained of all his strength at once.

The clever father had a hideous look in his head, and he held up an iron rod and beat him fiercely. She hugged her arms tremblingly, with tears in her eyes, shrunk into a small ball, her whole body was shrunken, she hid in the corner of the courtyard wall, begging for mercy and looking at her father, crying hoarsely, obviously in the shadow of not seeing the sun, but her miserable little face was so clearly reflected in Wu Luo's eyes.

It made his heart throb.

The neighbors were all pointing fingers, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

"It's really pitiful, such a dad on the stall......"

"Don't care, last time Lao Chen next door just stepped forward to persuade him, but he was broken by Lao Ling's head, and the blood flowed ...... yo"

"Don't you see him with an iron rod in his hand, let's call the police......"

"Where does the police take care of this business......"

Wu Luo woke up like a dream, rushed in frantically, pushed the clever father away, he squatted down, panted, stretched out his hand, and said to the clever one: "Follow me!" Without waiting for the clever reaction, he reached out and held the cold little hand that was neatly curled into a ball, took her up, and never let go again, he took her and broke through the crowd! Break through the darkness! Dash into the distance!

The nimble father smashed the iron rod far away on Wu Luo's back.

Wu Luo snorted, his footsteps did not pause, and he ran forward frantically with his cunning voice.

It's as if there is an abyss behind him.

The hand that struggles for help in the dark mire.

The hand was so white that there was not a trace of blood.

Finally, before it was completely engulfed in the dark swamp, it was grasped by a strong and powerful man. He pulled her body away from the dark mire without hesitation or pause, like a god, to rescue her from the abyss.

He took her by the hand and led her out of the darkest of worlds.

Take her to see the dawn of the rising sun.