Meng Jinyang was dazed when he heard the sound of broken jade, grabbed the hands of the two roommates who were holding him, and opened his eyes with great difficulty to see.

But they led them out of the dormitory quickly.

At this time, it was the time for self-study next night, and many people had just returned to the dormitory, and there were many people coming and going in the corridor.

Seeing the blood flowing from Meng Jinyang's forehead, he was startled.

"What's going on?" A girl in the same class came over worriedly.

For a while, the eyes of the people in the corridor turned around.

The five finger prints on Meng Jinyang's face were particularly obvious, and he looked like he had been slapped at a glance.

The two roommates opened their mouths, didn't know what to say, pursed their lips and said, "Let's send Jinyang to the school infirmary first." ”

A group of people immediately moved out of the way, "Okay, you guys go quickly." ”

With that, a group of girls watched them leave.

Someone turned his head and walked towards his dormitory, and when he passed by Meng Jinyang and his dormitory, he saw the door wide open and glanced inside.

Seeing that there was a mess inside, his eyes widened in shock.

She tugged at the person next to her and pointed her hand into the dormitory.

The other party looked in the direction she pointed, "Fuck, this is a fight in the dormitory?" ”

Who in the law department doesn't know that Sang Xue is good.

At the beginning of the military training assessment, she was the second among girls.

……

Ground floor.

The dormitory manager sat at the watch table.

"Jinyang, you go down the stairs carefully, can you see it?" The roommate was still wearing pajamas, and there were no tissues on him, so he could only watch the blood drip from Meng Jinyang's face and drip on the ground.

When the dormitory manager heard the voice, her eyes subconsciously turned away.

Seeing this scene, the person bounced up directly from the chair and walked over quickly.

"What's going on?" The dormitory manager looked at the bleeding injury on Meng Jinyang's head, "Why is it so serious?" ”

The girls who had just returned to the dormitory all slowed down and looked this way.

The roommate didn't care so much, and looked at the dormitory manager and said eagerly: "Auntie, do you have any tissues here?" ”

The dormitory manager immediately went to the duty table to get a bag, took out one and handed it to them.

The roommate helped Meng Jinyang wipe her face, but didn't dare to press the paper on the wound on her head.

"Is this a crash?" The dormitory manager asked, frowning.

The roommate threw the bloody paper into the trash, didn't answer her, and said, "Auntie, let's take her to the school doctor's office now, and we may not go back to the dormitory at night." ”

The dormitory manager aunt has watched Meng Jinyang's interview video on the national station, knows her, and knows that she is a baby of the law department.

Seeing the wound on her head at this time, she didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, you guys go quickly, call me in time if you have something." ”

The two roommates nodded and helped Meng Jinyang out of the dormitory building.

……

It was dimly lit outside, with warm yellow lights on both sides of the road.

Gu Mang stood under the tree in front of the apartment building, one leg bent, his posture was lazy, and he was holding his mobile phone to reply to messages.

The unread message has almost been replied to, and Meng Jinyang has not come down yet.

Her delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, and she turned her eyes to look into the brightly lit dormitory.

There are no people who come out.

Just as she was about to withdraw her gaze, there was a sudden commotion at the door of the dormitory.

Meng Jinyang was helped out by others, and the wound on his head was extremely dazzling.

One hand holds the paper under the wound, and the white paper is stained blood red.

The aura around Gu Mang's body instantly suppressed, and a terrifying chill burst out from his eyes.

She put away her phone and strode over, "What's wrong with her?" ”

The voice was as cold as crumbling ice, cold and heavy, and it was creepy.