Chapter Eighty-Four: A Very Strange Smile
They were visibly stunned for a few seconds. I thought that this girl might have a bad brain today, and dared to say such things to them.
"Haha......" There was laughter all around, and a boy still imitated her to speak, pretending to be very similar, and the other thugs began to laugh again when they heard it.
"What's the matter, you still want to resist? I don't want to think about your little body, is it our opponent? ”
"Really? But you can give it a try! With that, Yuan Zhi went up directly and threw the boy to the ground, so fast.
"Ahh The boys around them were dumbfounded for a moment, and they didn't realize what was happening, and their eldest brother had already fallen to the ground.
Yuan Zhi doesn't know what's wrong with her today, usually when she sees them, she will be very reluctant to hand them the money, and then squat in the small corner and cry.
Maybe it's because Xiang Chenyu often makes her feel bad, or maybe it's because she sees her own shadow on Wen Mo's body, she seems to be slowly enlightened, and she seems to understand that it's useless to know how to cry, even if she cries, someone can still bully her, fate loves to play tricks on her more, and all bad things will follow.
Therefore, she can't cry in front of them anymore, she doesn't want to show her cowardly side to others, she wants to show others a different version of herself.
Yuan Zhi walked to another gangster again, the expression on his face seemed to have become different from before, no longer aggrieved, no longer dodging, but a little indifferent, some strong, and most of all, the stubbornness in his eyes.
It was also this look that made the little gangster in front of him tremble with fright and couldn't help but tremble. Looking at Yuan Zhi, who was getting closer and closer, he didn't have time to think, and his feet were already running forward uncontrollably. The thugs around him were also visibly frightened by their companions. Frozen in place.
"Next time you see me, please take a detour!"
"Yes...... "The little thug was frightened and quickly replied.
"Then you don't want me to get out and want me to give it a ride?" Yuan Zhi's cold tone, the thugs hurriedly ran away.
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Yuan Zhi walked quietly on the road alone, and the afterglow of the setting sun hit her, making her in a trance for a moment. A boy stood in front of her, smiling at her, his deep eyes reflecting hers.
"Wen Mo" Yuan Zhimu called out his name, this was the first time she called his name, and it was also the first time she had spoken to him. But when she saw him smiling at her, she was a little uncomfortable. She couldn't say it, she just thought it was a little weird.
Wen Mo suddenly laughed out loud, a beautiful smile, it turned out that he could laugh, she always thought that he was indifferent or indifferent, but she never thought that his smile was so charming, no, it should be said that it was a little evil. He walked up to Yuan Zhi and said very gently, "Are you injured?" It hurts! ”
Yuan Zhi lowered her head, only then did she realize that the back of her hand was bleeding, she looked at the back of her injured hand,
The pain also hit in an instant.
Yuan Zhi raised her head again, and saw that he was smiling evilly again, and felt that his eyes were looking at her, as if she was looking elsewhere.
"I'll help you!" He smiled softly as he spoke. Then he took out the band-aid in his schoolbag and bandaged her, and Yuan Zhi looked at his bag, which was full of various ointments. She is an elementary school student, and her schoolbag is full of ointment for bruises and sprains, what kind of quirk is this, is he often bullied by others?
"Why do you have so many pills in your bag?" Yuan Zhi asked suspiciously.
"These? I just bought it for my family? When Yuan Zhi heard this, she said she didn't believe it, she had been taking this medicine for at least a few weeks, and some of them were running out, so she might have just bought it for her family.
"Oh." Yuan Zhi didn't continue to ask, she didn't break the habit of asking the casserole to the end, not to mention that he didn't want to say, there must be his reasons.