Terrible?

Parry?

When the little girl heard this, she did not show any frightened and unbelievable expression on her little face, but blinked calmly, touched her nose, and whispered.

"However, I am the incoming teacher of Qixiang High School that you said."

“……”

Tilting her head, the little girl smiled sweetly and harmlessly, but the surroundings were silent for an instant.

After about a few seconds of silence.

Whoosh –

The crowd quickly dispersed, slipping and running, as if she was afraid that she would be implicated if she was slow for a second!

"Eh-" Wen Qiuyan innocently looked at the scattered crowd around him, a little confused.

But he pursed his lips and remembered their words.

So after holding things and waiting for a while, I saw that the passage where the crowd gathered not far ahead gradually dispersed.

She picked up her things again and walked towards the community, unaware of the group of people behind her looking at her back.

It was full of sympathy and admiration in small eyes.

I actually want to go to Qixiang High School to be a teacher.

Poor little girl, at such a young age, is about to be beaten by society.

Perhaps, this is life!

Take care!

"Ahh

The little girl who sneezed inexplicably rubbed her nose, hugged the things in her arms, and muttered quietly.

"Why do you feel cold?" But she looked back ahead, but she blinked her dark eyes warmly, and muttered in a low voice: "Bad high school, campus...... Bullying? ”

When Wen Qiuyan walked through that street, the 'battlefield' over there had not completely dissipated, and there were still a few lying on the ground.

But there were no more people, and most of them were seventeen or eighteen years old.

A strange emotion flashed in her beautiful and bright black eyes, Wen Qiuyan thought thoughtfully, hugged the thing in her arms, withdrew her gaze, and continued to walk forward.

……

……

After entering the community, when he heard the faint footsteps behind him, Wen Qiuyan looked back.

found that a teenager was following him step by step.

But just looking at the tall and long figure, the tall figure, the figure is good, and the appearance of a thin teenager.

The school uniform was loosely worn on the body, a little casual, holding her arm with one hand without squeaking, walking behind her, without looking at her, straight past herself, walking towards the apartment in front of her, towards the elevator.

She was stunned before she walked in.

When Wen Qiuyan also followed into the elevator, he found that the young man pressed the floor and leaned silently into the corner.

The hanging hair covers half of the face, but judging from the thin lips and the curvature of the jaw, it is lonely and restrained against the wall.

Wen Qiuyan noticed that he had been holding one arm, lowering his eyes, not knowing whether he was resting with his head down or half-closed.

But Wen Qiuyan remembered the school bullying they talked about before, and his eyes swept over the young man's arm again.

…… Wounded.

"Ahem." His eyes fell on some of the standing medicines in the bag he was holding in his arms, Wen Qiuyan cleared his throat, raised his eyes and said to the other side: "This student-"

When the young man heard the voice, he raised his eyes slightly, and the sharp black eyes under the eyelids were lifted, and he looked coldly at the woman in front of him through the gaps in his hair.

The body moved quietly, as if it was a cheetah that had fallen into alert in an instant.

But Wen Qiuyan's eyes seemed to be scared.

She immediately took out the bag of medicine from the bag in a softer voice, and asked tentatively and gently, "You...... Do you need it? ”

Qiu Fei's cold eyes moved from the woman's gentle smile to the medicine she was carrying.

He took half a step back without a trace, pursed his lips, and said coldly: "...... No. ”