"We can't clean up that female clown in Class 2, we can always clean up this male clown, right?" A thick malice spat out from the mouth of one of them.

"It's not fun to beat this kind of waste, let's take a picture of his ugly face and make money on Douyin?"

"Good idea, maybe the number of fans will increase by 10 million all of a sudden, and you can still receive advertising fees!"

"What if the professor finds out?"

"What are you afraid of, this clown can't even speak, are you still afraid that he won't be able to sue him? And we are self-studying, and Class 2 is in Gou Dachun's class...... Who will notice here? ”

"Good! Pat pat pat ”

Several people emboldened each other and suddenly came up with a way to make money.

They directly pushed the thin black-shirted boy in front of the propaganda board, pressed his chin, and wanted to shoot the delicate but painfully convulsive face.

Suddenly.

A cold scolding behind him: "Let go." ”

"Who are you—" The boys looked back impatiently, a dark green birthmark in their eyes, and they stammered in fright, "Ugly, ugly, ugly, Come on! ”

Qin Xin's eyes were cold and heavy: "It's late." ”

Before a few boys could take a step, they saw a flash of green light in front of them, as if there was a strong force, pressing their heads and slamming into each other!

"Bang ——!"

"Bang ——!"

The heads smashed together, and a big bag bulged out in an instant, and several people felt that the things in their heads had turned into soy milk and were shaking, and the whole person fell to the ground and couldn't get up at all.

Terrible!

"We ...... No, I didn't provoke you, you, why are you beating people? They were dazed and unconvinced.

Qin Xin said coldly: "Let you die now." ”

She glanced at the thin boy: "He's not born ugly. Nor is it squinting at you. He's just sick, suffering from Tourette's, and can't control his movements. ”

"Take 10,000 steps back and say, what if he is born ugly? Have you eaten your rice? Is it your turn to judge? ”

"As a medical student, you can't recognize the disease, and you still have the face to bully a patient, what qualifications do you have to use a scalpel to save people in the future?"

"A bunch of garbage."

Her cold lips lifted slightly, and her eyes were quenched with ice.

"Tourette's Disease...... Tourette's Disease ...... Is there such a disease in the world? A few people were stunned, and the soy milk in their brains ached faintly.

Above his head, Qin Xin was holding their mobile phones on the phone, and his voice was cold, frantic and impatient: "Bring someone over and clean up the scene." ”

Less than a minute.

A group of senior sports students, under the leadership of Huang Fufeng, wore black short-sleeved and white trousers, walked in a neat step like a training queue, and trotted over: "Papa Smurf, please command!" ”

"Peel it, shoot Tik Tok."

Qin Xin's order was short and cold.

I could hear that a few boys in the freshman (1) class on the ground were so frightened that their pants were peeing: "No-"

It's horrible!

Didn't they just not recognize the ghost "Tourette's"?

The ugly monster actually wants to be stripped ...... Their skins, do you still record small videos!

Huangfu Feng: "Roger!" Got it! ”

The boys, who had been shaken into a sieve, were dragged away.

Next to the propaganda column, the thin boy in the black hoodie, hanging his head, whispered: "Thank you......"

Qin Xin's eyes softened: "You're welcome. Don't be sorry. It's not your fault that you're sick...... My brother is also suffering from this disease. ”

The boy looked up suddenly, and there seemed to be light in his eyes: "Really? ”

Qin Xin nodded: "The incidence rate of one in ten million, from another point of view, you were born to receive a unique lottery." ”

may be because they also have the rare "Tourette's disease", Qin Xin saw this boy, and thought of Qin Xiaoshuang, who was getting sick, and felt a sense of closeness.

"Lottery ......"

The boy smiled bitterly, and Qin Xin's humor eased his tension.