Through Xiao Yetang's memory, Ye Tang also figured out who the two people in front of him were, they were all Xiao Yetang's classmates.

This cold and arrogant, seemingly difficult young man is called Cen Yannan;

And another little girl...... Ye Tang also saw her appearance clearly.

Wearing a thin sweater with a deep V-neckline, ripped and shiny jeans, at least a dozen studs on his ears, and his hair was dyed with withered grass gray, he was very hanging, fashionable and rebellious, but in fact cheap and vulgar. She has a lot of makeup on her face, her makeup skills are actually good, and she looks mature and beautiful, but she doesn't see her vitality at this age.

Overall, this is the standard image of a bad gangster.

She has an elegant name that does not match her image, called Chen Yumo.

They are all students in Class 8 of the 3rd year of high school in 87 Middle School, and there are only 8 classes in each grade of 87 Middle School at most, and the class number is divided according to the students' grades, class 7 is the worst liberal arts class, and class 8 is the worst science class.

In the worst class in the worst high school, how bad is such a class?

In Xiao Yetang's memory, there are more than 50 people in the class, and less than one-third of them come to class every day.

Even the students who came to class did not pay attention to the class, sleeping, playing games, chatting...... In the eyes of the teacher, this group of students is hopeless, they teach class to a group of stupid cows every day, they don't care whether the students listen to the class or not, the students play with the students, they talk about theirs, read according to the book, and when the class bell rings, they immediately throw away the chalk and walk faster than anyone else.

No one expects this group of students to get into college.

Xiao Yetang is one of the students who obediently went to class, and she was assigned to this class purely because her IQ was not enough. If an autistic girl falls into a group of spicy chickens, I'm afraid she will be bullied and bullied, right?

However, the fact is the opposite, the students of Class 8 are not bad at Xiao Yetang, and they can even be said to love it. Maybe it's because everyone knows that she is sick and is a vulnerable group.

These healthy and normal people bully a patient, and they are not disgusting, and they are not ashamed.

This sentence is what Cen Yannan said. At this moment he was talking to the doctor. He was wearing the blue school uniform of the eighty-seventh middle school, this school uniform was very earthy, wide and fat, and there was no version at all, but he wore it on his body, with a little more uninhibited temperament, he rolled up his sleeves to his arms, and the muscles of his arms were tight, and they were very powerful at a glance.

In Xiao Yetang's last memory, Cen Yannan used these arms to pick her up from the cold cement floor.

Hey, this poor boy has probably disappeared from this world.

"The injuries on her body are all skin trauma, but the injuries to the back of her head are very serious, concussion, possible intracranial hemorrhage, everything depends on the final examination results," the doctor said, staring at Cen Yannan and Chen Yumo suspiciously.

Neither of these two people is a good student at first glance, and the child in the hospital bed is very likely to have suffered school violence!

Chen Yu was annoyed, "Hey, what kind of eyes are you?" We saved her, okay! In addition to anger, there was also a hint of misunderstood grievance in her voice.

That's right, she wears heavy makeup, drinks, smokes, and hangs out in nightclubs, but she's a good girl!

"Then how did she get hurt like this?" The doctor questioned them.

"It's a few students of the first high school......

Chen Yumo's words were not finished, because she saw the disbelief and contempt in the doctor's eyes, and the doctor's eyes also glanced at the school uniform on Cen Yannan's body, and the words "Eighty-seven Middle School in City A" were written on the upper left corner of the jacket.

His eyes seemed to say, how could a good boy in No. 1 Middle School find trouble with the spicy chicken in Eighty-Seven?

Chen Yumo didn't want to say a word to the doctor who discriminated against them, she turned to Cen Yannan and said, "Let's call the police." ”

"You think the police are useful?" Cen Yannan's tone was full of disdain for the police.

Chen Yumo was also silent, that alley was a dead end, very secluded, without surveillance, even if the police came, what evidence did they use to prove that it was someone from No. 1 Middle School who injured Ye Tang?

I'm afraid that in the end, the police, like the doctors, will think that they are the ones who beat people.

The more Chen Yumo thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, "Nima! While spitting fragrantly, he kicked away the chair in front of him and said to Cen Yannan, "You take care of Ye Tang yourself, wait for her grandmother to come, I don't care, I don't care!" I'm home! ”

After speaking, Chen Yumo left the ward without looking back.

The doctor looked at her back and shook his head, with an expression of "children can't be taught". Cen Yannan didn't compete with him, he didn't bother to clarify, since he was a child, he was used to similar prejudice and contempt.

The doctor also left the emergency ward, and in the small room, only Ye Tang and Cen Yannan were left, Cen Yannan did not greet Ye Tang, sat on a plastic chair, half-lowered his eyes, lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, as if he had no interest in the surroundings, and did not seem to care too much about Ye Tang's condition.

Ye Tang was injured in the back of her head, she was lying on her side, she looked at Cen Yannan, her quiet side face, handsome nose arc and thin lips, showing an indifference that was difficult to hide.

This young man's appearance is no less than Luo Xingchuan.

Thinking of Luo Xingchuan, Ye Tang was stunned again.

The kid probably already knew the news of her death by now.

……

Luo Xingchuan fainted!

The principal of No. 1 Middle School, the director of academic affairs, the director of the third grade of high school, and the head teacher of the first class of the third year of high school all gathered in the school infirmary, and everyone was panicked and worried.

There are more than 2,000 people in the three grades of No. 1 Middle School and High School, and only Luo Xingchuan is the only student who can touch the heartstrings of all school leaders and teachers.

The school infirmary was also crowded with classmates who were worried about his safety. Everyone talked about him, saying that he was in the hallway, answered a phone call, and suddenly fainted. It happened that the tall physical education teacher passed by, picked him up and rushed to the infirmary.

Fortunately, Luo Xingchuan woke up soon, his face looked very pale, a pair of eyes that were shining on weekdays were dull, and when he saw the school leaders and teachers around him, he lowered his head again, and he couldn't believe that he was wearing a school uniform and a pair of white and delicate hands.

For ten years, he has practiced boxing, and the waves come and go in the wind and rain outside, his hands are thick and thick, his skin is rough and dark, and he is covered with calluses.

He closed his eyes vigorously, and when he opened them again, nothing changed.

Wang Zhiwei, the head teacher next to him, said cautiously, "We have notified your father to come over, hey, the world is unpredictable, you have to mourn and change." ”

Another teacher also sighed, "Ye Tang is a pity." ”

This scene seems familiar, Luo Xingchuan suddenly remembered that today is September 17, XX year, and the fall school year of the third year of high school has just started, and he will never forget this day.

This was the day he learned that Ye Tang had been killed.