In the afternoon, Ling Shan was fortunate enough to come to class, and changed into his school uniform, the one that was stilted on Erlang's legs in the cafeteria. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The moment Ling Shan came in from the classroom door, everyone turned their eyes to Feng Jing and Xu Aiyi, and even withdrew from the empty space so that they could fight, and he was like an audience in the bullring, watching the wonderful scenes.

It's a pity that the students wasted their efforts. Ling Shan walked past Xu Aiyi very leisurely with his trouser pockets in both hands, glanced at Feng Jing, nothing happened. I have to say that Ling Shan is a shrewd person, shrewd not to do it himself, and he doesn't have to be laughed at by others.

After two classes in a row, everyone was fine. There was an accident in the last class, and as soon as Feng Jing walked into the toilet, he was surrounded by a group of people, who were tall people in the cafeteria. The tall man shook his head, and his two friends nodded consciously, walked out of the toilet, leaned on both sides of the toilet door, and stopped any classmates who went in to enjoy the smell of ammonia.

"Boy, you can do it!" The tall man's hand patted Feng Jing's shoulder.

"What are you going to do?" Feng Jing retreated to the wall behind him.

The tall man smiled treacherously, laughed so much that he became a lewdman: "Am I going to do it?" As soon as he waved his hand, his friends pounced, put Feng Jing facing the wall, and pressed him stiffly, "Take off all his clothes." ”

The tall friends were very keen on this, and after a while, Feng Jing's clothes were stripped naked. Feng Jing's face was pressed against the wall, and his sentence "I don't mess with the foundation" shouted weakly.

"Don't do the foundation, turn him over, I want to see how I don't do the basic method." The tall man took his phone out of his pocket as he spoke.

"What are you going to do?" Feng Jing asked in a panic.

"What do you want me to do?" The tall man turned on the camera in his phone and aimed at Feng Jing's lower body, "Oh, it's still a tattoo!" What kind of tattoo is a pentagon. ”

The tall man saw the golden pentagonal seal pattern on Feng Jing's abdomen, stretched out his hand, and wiped it: "It's really a tattoo, you tattoo a pentagon godmother!" ”

Feng Jing went from amnesia to re-establishing his memory, and he suspected it was a tattoo at first, but his doctor and tattoo master told him that it was a birthmark. So, Feng Jing began to correct the mistake of the tall man's understanding: "That's not a tattoo, it's a birthmark." ”

"Yo, it's pretty stubborn, let you see what a tattoo is." After that, the tall man lifted his thick clothes, revealing a small snake and a small flower cat on his chest, "See, this is a tattoo, the green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right." ”

The tall friends covered their mouths and didn't laugh out loud, but who covered Feng Jing's mouth? Feng Jing laughed. It's not good for him to laugh, the tall man snorted and put on his clothes, picked up his phone and took a wild shot.

The classmate on Feng Jing's left told the tall man to be careful and not to take pictures of him. The tall man shouted reassurance, but he took his figure into the picture. Then the tall man changed his words again, and the photo could be deleted or processed.

Before the tall man could finish taking the photo, the bell rang for class. The tall man half-tilted his head and enjoyed listening to the bell in general, but he had no intention of leaving, but asked, "Which of you is doing the foundation, stab him for five hundred." ”

"Damn, I'm ......" Feng Jing was just about to start scolding, when the tall man shoved a school uniform into his mouth.

The tall friends laughed, but they all said that they would not sell their temperance for the five hundred yuan, and they all earned to say that they would not engage in the foundation to prove that they were real men.

The cold did not diminish because of the smell of ammonia in the toilet, and Feng Jing, who was stripped naked, shrunk and shivered. He seemed to cry out to show his fear of the cold, but he couldn't speak, so he could only scream.

If you stay in a dirty toilet for a long time, your mind will be impregnated with filth. The tall man and his friends finally discussed the result - to hand over this glorious mission to the mop pole. But I still encountered a small problem, the mop won't move, how to poke?

"Whoever takes a mop and stabs him, five hundred." The tall man still spoke, and Feng Jing's struggle became more intense, but it was useless.

"I'll come." A dirty-looking younger brother walked up and said.

The two who pressed Feng Jing smiled and turned Feng Jing back and pressed him against the wall.

The dirty man said don't slap his face, the tall man shouted impatiently, do you stab it or not, what are you afraid of slapping your face, Mosaic will give you a little more. The tall man's camera was now focused on the dirty man's face.

The filthy man timidly moved towards Feng Jing, surrounded by laughter cheering for him, what else is there to be afraid of? The filthy man blinked, stabbed in, Feng Jing's body twitched, there was no movement, and he slid to the ground.

The breeze blew out of the window, which was fresh, but as soon as it came in, it became a disgusting smell of ammonia, but the wind was still blowing inside, as if it was destined to be associated with the smell of urine.

The dirty man's smile hung all over his face, and before he had time to look at Feng Jing, he turned around and asked the tall man for money first: "What about five hundred?" ”

The tall man looked at the dirty man stunned: "You have a big deal." ”

"Huh?" The dirty man looked at the mop rod in his hand suspiciously, blood flowed to his hand, he turned around, and hurriedly threw the mop in his hand aside, "How can this be?" ”

"How do you think so? Why are you working so hard? The tall man scolded and slowly moved towards Feng Jing's body.

Feng Jing's body was turned over by the tall little brother, and the tall man kicked Feng Jing's navel with his foot: "Wake up, hey, wake up, don't pretend to be dead, get up quickly." ”

The wind still poured in through the windows, mingling with the stench.

Feng Jing on the ground was lying dead and did not move.

The tall man bowed down, bent his fingers, and trembled towards Feng Jing's nostrils, his body froze.

"What's wrong?" The filthy man pushed the tall man higher, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Jing's face.

The tall man turned around and said in horror, "Dead." ”

As soon as the tall man's words fell, a few friends ran faster than the dog saw the bones, and only the tall man and the dirty man were left in the huge smelly men's toilet.

"Impossible." The dirty man didn't believe it, and he was so scared that he couldn't do it, so he almost peed his pants. The filthy man's fingers still put on Feng Jing's nostrils: "It's over." The filthy man sat down on the tiles, forgetting the cold and the stench.

"Turn yourself in." The tall man sighed and patted the dirty man on the shoulder.

The tall man's hand was so heavy that the dirty man couldn't get up the first time, stood up the second time and sat down again, and the third time he fled the stench toilet.

The tall man stepped back, turned around in the toilet and left.

Feng Jing was the only one left in the huge toilet, lying quietly on the cold and foul-smelling floor, enjoying the silence alone.

Ten minutes later, Feng Jing woke up. But he was still lying quietly, reminiscing about the dream he had just had. In the dream, he was on a wide road, and there was no end in sight, it was a wasteland, so barren that there was only that endless road remained.

Feng Jing walked along this road all the way and kept walking, he didn't want to stop, waiting for the wind to bury him. Finally he saw a figure, a woman, looking at him, her eyes full of emotion.

He struggled to recall the woman's face, but he couldn't recall it. He took her with him, and walked along the endless road. I don't know how long I walked, but I felt tired. He saw another woman, sitting on the side of the road, grinning at him with bared teeth.

This was the end of the dream, and he woke up.

The floor was cold, which made Feng Jing have to get up.

He scolded his mother, got up, walked to the bathroom door, and leaned against the wall to look out. Seeing that there was no one around, he turned around to look at his ass. He thought it was because of the cold that he didn't feel pain. Looking at his ass, his eyes became glazed, as if it was a dream just now, and nothing happened in reality. And where did his clothes go?

Thinking of this, Feng Jing was surprised to find that he couldn't feel the cold anymore. He gave himself a slap and slapped himself hard. It hurts, and he says to himself that it's not a dream. He took a deep breath, the smell of urine was stronger and more disgusting, and his nose was sharper.

Feng Jing looked at his whole body and found that every organ in his body was more sensitive, however, he couldn't feel the cold.

What's going on? He asked himself, his last gaze falling on the blood-red mop.

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