"It's useless, this time they beat us, we choose to tell the teacher, they will think that we are afraid of them, and the next time they see us unpleasantly, they will change their ways to fix us." An Ran shook his head and said, "Being bullied in school is the same as being subjected to domestic violence, only the first time and countless times, others beat you once, if you don't fight back, they will beat you a second time, and there will be a third time after the second time, if you don't fight back, they will always bully you, human nature is like this, if you don't resist, they will default to being right to you like this, thinking that you are allowed to be beaten, if you fight back the first time, and fight back hard, they will know that you are not allowed to bully you, The next time they want to bully you, they will know that you can't be bullied, and they will weigh it before they do it, whether they want to continue bullying you, because bullying you will have to pay a price. ”

has been bullied for so long in her previous life, and An Ran has learned a bloody lesson, if she is bullied, it must be because she is not ruthless enough and not good enough!

People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden.

We can choose kindness, but kindness should be given to the right people.

In the face of the wrong people, give them kindness, they do not know how to be grateful, but will feel that you are afraid of them, will be complacent about it, and will continue to stand on your head as a prestige.

Because bullying you will make them feel that they are stronger than you.

Everyone must be strong.

People who like to bully people will enjoy it when someone can bully.

The feeling of thinking that you are powerful is addictive.

Therefore, in this life, she will resolutely defend her right to be a human being, to be respected, or not to be harmed.

It doesn't matter what she is, provided she's a person.

It is the individual who has the right to be respected and not harmed.

Shi Jian listened carefully, "Did your parents teach you this?" ”

"It's not." The evening wind blew through An Ran's long hair, and she raised her hand again and gently blew the palm of her hand that was still bleeding, "I learned it myself." ”

A red camphor leaf slowly falls in front of you.

She bent down, gently picked it up from the ground with her left hand, and held it in front of her eyes to look at it quietly, earnestly and reverently, as if admiring a beautiful painting.

The infirmary of No. 1 Middle School is located on the westernmost side of the school's teachers' dormitory building, far away from the teaching building.

On the road leading to the infirmary, there is a detour to the back of the teaching building, and on the side of the path is the wall of No. 1 Middle School, between the wall and the teaching building, paved with green and quiet grass, and on the edge of the grass are planted osmanthus and camphor trees, and others, which cannot be named for greening for greening.

At this time, the grass is yellow, the osmanthus is withered, but the camphor tree, most of the dark green leaves are still luxuriant, only a small part is red, and when the cool breeze blows, it falls from the branches, and it rolls down in circles.

At this time, there are many students in this area holding books, sitting under trees, or sitting on the grass to read, carrying on their backs.

It's Friday, and the students are in a hurry to get home, so it's very quiet.

The two walked one after the other, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, An Ran's back was dyed extraordinarily long.

Even her slightly hoarse and low voice was blown away by the evening wind, so that Shi Jian, who was walking behind her, could only listen attentively......

He was aroused by her words, and there was a little curiosity and speculation.

When An Ran picked up the fallen leaves, Shi Jian walked closer to her, and just looked down at her, "Have you ever been bullied in school before?" ”

He had never been to a private school, so he didn't know what the atmosphere was like.

It's just that he thinks that under Enron's conditions, whether in a public school or a private school, it is unlikely that a top-notch girl will be bullied.

But if she hasn't been bullied, how can she learn herself?

"I was bullied at school."

It's not just schools.

When the infirmary arrived, An Ran stood at the door and gently put the leaf in his hand into his pocket, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, Shi Jian reached out and knocked on the door of the infirmary one step faster than her, "Report!" ”

"Enter." The doctor inside had just hung the white coat on the hanger and was about to get off work, when he heard Shi Jian's report, he took the white coat off the hook and put it on his body.

"What's the matter?"

An Ran and Shi Jian walked into the infirmary when they heard the sound and saw the doctor coming out from behind the partition while wearing a white coat.

"I'm going to heal my wounds."

Looking at An Ran who spoke, the doctor was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted, "Where are you injured?" Come and have a look. ”

Shi Jian added next to her, "She was just beaten by three girls, and the palm of her right hand was scratched by an electric fan. ”

The school doctor of No. 1 Middle School was a young man with glasses and a medium build, and when he heard Shi Jian's words, his face appeared surprised, "Beaten up?" ”

He sat down at the workbench, pulled over a chair and placed it on the side, motioning for him to sit down.

An Ran sat down in the chair and stretched out his palm to show him.

The doctor looked down and was even more shocked, "Why did you scrape so deeply?" ”

Enron explained, "It was hooked by the iron hook on the electric fan." ”

"Was it torn off with a lot of force?"

"Yes."

"I'll treat the trauma for you first."

Seeing that the doctor got up to get medical tools, An Ran said, "Doctor, can you use iodine and don't use alcohol, I'm afraid of pain." ”

The doctor turned to look at him and smiled, "Okay." ”

A young girl, who is so beautiful, can understand that she is squeamish.

It's just that when he brought iodophor and cotton swabs, and just rubbed the cotton swab stained with iodophor on An Ran's palm, he found that her palm reflexively curled up as soon as he touched it.

"Does it still hurt?" The young doctor paused, puzzled.

"It hurts, it hurts." An Ran frowned.

Only then did the doctor find that a thin layer of fine sweat had appeared on the smooth forehead of the girl in front of her.

It stands to reason that this October day should not be.

Shi Jian has been paying attention to An Ran, and naturally she can see that something is wrong with An Ran, "Doctor, is there a more painless way to treat her wounds?" ”

The doctor looked at him, "No, this is the least painful, I'm already very light." ”

An Ran knew that the school doctor's movements were indeed very gentle, "It's okay, doctor, you can continue." ”

The doctor continued to clean her wounds with iodophor.

Sweatdrops of bean size slipped down An Ran's forehead, and the doctor lowered his head to concentrate on treating the wound without seeing it, Shi Jian's heart tightened, and he couldn't help asking, "An Ran, are you particularly afraid of pain?" ”

An Ran gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes, the doctor said that my pain nerves are developed and my pain threshold is low. ”

The school doctor's hand shook and looked up at her in shock, "Why didn't you tell me just now?" ”

An Ran smiled bitterly, "It's useless to say it." ”

The doctor looked at the cotton swab in his hand, and then looked at An Ran's half of the untreated trauma, and said helplessly, "Your situation is really troublesome." ”1314