If the School Bully is Played (H)

18 Lu You, my Selina

Lu You, my Selina

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"Li Yang......."

The voice was trembling and shaking with a crying tone.

"Ha, you want to trick us again! You really have no memory. We taught you a lesson last time, and you use the same trick to fool us again this time." The man who spoke was tall and strong, with fierce eyes and a malicious smile. Behind him followed a few young men who were also tall and strong and looked sloppy.

The leader stretched his muscles a few times, and one could hear the crackling sound of his knuckles, which was quite horrifying. It made one think that if a fist of that strength hit the body, one would probably be unable to get out of bed for weeks, and cold sweat streamed down one's face.

"Teach him a lesson, Brother Zhou!" Someone said maliciously, "This damn guy actually secretly went to the teacher to complain and say bad things about us last time. I'll teach him a lesson this time."

The people around also started to make a noise, and there were malicious mockeries everywhere. Some of them pushed people into the corners and shoved them, watching with satisfaction as the people in front of them turned pale with fear, hunched over and trembling.

"Ugh..." The young man in front of him was pushed against the wall. Perhaps he was hurt, so he let out a groan, and his head, which had been lowered, finally showed up.

When I raised my eyes, I saw a small, snow-white face. The skinny person was hiding in the corner, wearing a loose, ill-fitting school uniform. There were many graffiti stains on the clothes as if someone was teasing him.

His hair was rather long, perhaps because it had not been cut in a long time. It hung softly at the back of his neck, covering even his eyes a little. The exposed skin was covered with purple scars, and he looked gloomy and pale.

A pair of dark eyes were covered with a layer of mist, appearing clear yet unfathomably deep, but upon closer inspection they were filled with fear and helplessness.

Like a snow-white lamb, soft and harmless, docile and cowardly. Even if it is bullied severely, it will only look at you pitifully with a pair of wet eyes and plead helplessly in a low voice. It will not escape, nor resist.

It is like dodder, like a butterfly with wet wings, like all fragile and pitiful things.

Too delicate, this was Li Yang's first impression.

If you can't even learn to resist, how can you survive among a group of jackals, tigers and leopards?

"I didn't...I didn't lie to you..." The voice was trembling and almost inaudible. The thin boy looked at him for help with a pair of lovable lamb-like eyes across the crowd.

Li Yang paused while smoking and raised his thick eyebrows, but he was indifferent.

"You still say no? It seems like you haven't been taught a lesson enough?" The man roughly pulled the boy's hair and pressed him against the wall. His snow-white skin rubbed against the cold concrete wall, and his skin was visibly scratched. That large area of ​​skin turned red.

The young man did not scream or resist. He just looked at him quietly. Wet vapor surged in his eyes. Through the crowded crowd and the noisy noise, a tear fell from his dark eyes.

The ash in Li Yang's hand shook and fell on his fingertips, burning him and making him frown.

"Brother Li, let's go, what are you still looking at?"

A brother who was traveling with him bumped into his arm and shouted to the other brothers to pack up and go back to the classroom. They had just passed by here after playing ball and saw from a distance that some unlucky guy was being bullied here, but it was none of their business and Brother Li never meddlesomed in other people's business.