Soon, the footsteps of eleven o'clock quietly came - Yan Yixuan and the others had to be disbanded.

Xia Youyou is very unhappy tonight. first met Yang Wen, the "queue cutting maniac", and then saw Yan Yixuan and Wang Chengcheng's sweet and sweet appearances, in short, she was just unhappy, pouting and ignoring no one. Walk ahead with a sullen breath.

Yan Yixuan and the four of them sent Xia Youyou and the others to the door of the dormitory in a very gentlemanly manner, and watched them go upstairs under the subtle gaze of the dormitory aunt, and then walked towards the men's dormitory together.

On the crooked school road, Yan Yixuan and the four of them did not speak, and they were indeed tired after playing for a night.

Before they got close to the dormitory, Yan Yixuan and the others heard a noisy sound, and many school security guards rushed to the boys' dormitory, holding electric batons in their hands. The whole dormitory is a mess!

"What happened?" Jiang Ranran asked in astonishment.

"Just go back and see." Yang Wen said indifferently.

"Let's go".

A moment later, Yan Yixuan and the others arrived downstairs in the dormitory. The dormitory manager was on the phone, I don't know who was notifying, and her face and hair were full of sweat.

"Auntie, what's wrong up there?" Yan Yixuan asked suspiciously.

The aunt glared at him angrily; 'You freshmen get into trouble, you all grow up and fight.'"

"Fighting? The four of them glanced at each other and hurried up.

The dormitory where the fight took place was 305, which belonged to the guitar class, and Yan Yixuan and a few people came up to find that it had been surrounded by water. No less than ten security guards blocked in front of Gate 305 and kept banging on the door.

Inside the dormitory. The boy who had confronted Li Weiming before was pressed on the bed by several yellow hairs, and a sharp slap was slapped hard in his face. The boy had already been beaten so bruised and swollen that he couldn't even speak.

A few yellow hairs fought for a long time before they slowly stopped. One of them picked up the boy in front of him and said viciously, "Remember, there are some people you can't mess with. ”

After speaking, the yellow hairs threw the boy down and spit out a mouthful of phlegm. Picking up the rope, he climbed down to the balcony.

Outside the door.

The dormitory manager finally found the key, hurriedly ran up, and gave the key to the security guard. The security guard hurriedly opened the door of 305, and suddenly a group of students who saw the excitement also squeezed in. The entire 305 was squeezed into the airtight. Yan Yixuan and a few people were among them.

The sight in front of them made everyone's scalp tingle, and the boy before him fell to the ground covered in blood, many things were turned over, and the glass was shattered. There is even a concave mark on the foot of the bed that was smashed by an iron rod. Yan Yixuan and the others saw at a glance that this was the boy who had a conflict with Li Weiming at the class meeting tonight!

"Call an ambulance!" The security captain hurriedly ordered. Immediately, a security guard pulled out the phone and called.

"Head, it's already called, what now?"

"Carry him to the infirmary first. Then call the police," the security captain said and hurriedly rushed out the students who were watching the excitement; "Spread out, don't take pictures."

Yan Yixuan and the others were quickly kicked out, and the scene needed to maintain its original image to facilitate the police investigation!

"Let's all go back to sleep." The security guard was constantly whistling. Soon all the students dispersed, but the excitement continued. The sound of all kinds of ghosts screaming in the dormitory came and went. This is the second fight in the history of the First Conservatory of Music, and in the eyes of the students, it is simply another "wonderful" of university life.

Several people returned to the 301 dormitory, Yang Wen's face was very ugly, he is the son of the school director, which means that this school will be his in the future, and this kind of thing will have a great impact on the reputation of the First Conservatory of Music. If you don't do it well, enrollment will become a problem in the future, and famous universities will do this, and other schools will be able to pay it back?

Zhang Shao sat on a stool under his bed. cross-legged crossing; "Did I guess right?"

"You mean Li Weiming?" Yan Yixuan asked suspiciously.

"Who else but him, the whole class heard the two of them arguing in the classroom just now."

"Unlikely, right? I just saw Li Weiming playing on the computer in the dormitory. Jiang Ranran said.

"Just because he doesn't go doesn't mean he can't call someone to go. Think about it, if it weren't for him, why wouldn't he go out to watch such a big scene, but play on the computer in the dormitory? "Zhang Shao has a head and a brain analysis.

"Also".

"So, it's this Li Weiming who beat people, right?" Yang Wen asked.

"I'm not sure." Zhang Shao hurriedly spoke, he didn't dare to mess around, otherwise it might be him next time.

A few people had just said this, and Li Weiming suddenly walked in. Everyone closed their mouths and stopped talking.

"Good evening, brothers."

"Well, what's the matter? Yan Yixuan spoke.

"No, I heard that there was a fight just now?" Li Weiming deliberately pretended not to know.

"We don't know, we've just come back." Zhang Shao hurriedly spoke.

"Oh, that's it, that's okay, everyone go to bed early, we have classes tomorrow."

"Uh-huh. Good night. Li Weiming said and left 301, presumably to go to other dormitories.

Li Weiming lives in 303, a dormitory away from Yan Yixuan and others. They were not afraid that Li Weiming would be able to hear them, unless he hid at the door.

After Li Weiming left, Yang Wen immediately shouted: "Damn, the young master really wants to beat him." ”

"Forget it. Even if you are the son of a school director, the underworld will not be afraid. Zhang Shao pursed his lips.

Yang Wen immediately stopped talking, and planned to call his father later to check the background of this person named Li Weiming!

Yan Yixuan and the others discussed for a while. Soon they all went to bed, and they were going to bed, and they were going to get up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. And Yang Wen pretended to go to the university and went to the toilet.

in the toilet. Yang Wen looked left and right to make sure that Yan Yixuan and the others had slept. Slowly took out his mobile phone and dialed Fauber's mobile phone.

"Hey", a middle-aged man's voice quickly rang on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, Fubo, I'm Yang Wen."

"Oh, it's the young master, what's the matter?" Fauber asked, confused. Yang Wen's father has already said that don't call home if there is nothing particularly important.

"That's right, there's a fight in the dorm tonight, you know?"

"Fight?" Fauber's voice was a little surprised. "How long has it been happening?"

"It just happened, and now I need you to help me check the information of a few people, no problem, right?" Yang Wen asked.

"I still have to ask the chairman about this, I have no way to call the shots." Fauber spoke. "However, you can also tell me the name of the person you want to check first, and I will remember it, and I can help me check."

"Okay, the one I want to check is Li Weiming, one is Yan Yixuan, one is Zhang Shao, one is Jiang Ranran, and the other is Xia Youyou." Yang Wen finished speaking in one breath, and when he talked about Xia Youyou, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

"Okay, I made a note of it, if I hang up if there is nothing, the chairman won't let me contact you." Fauber said helplessly.

"Okay." Yang Wen nodded. "Everything will be in trouble with you." Yang Wen hung up the phone as he spoke.

Fu Bo sighed, Yang Wen was raised by him since he was a child, and from the phone, he could feel that his young master seemed to have changed, and he was also relieved! I just don't know if Yang Wen's future road can be better. Thinking of this, Fauber also had a little headache, shook his head, and continued to work.