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Chapter 27 Campus Bullying (2)

During class, Ye Zhimei would kick Nan Wangshu's chair from time to time, pull her hair, and complain loudly to her deskmate about her dirty clothes, yellow hair, and ugly schoolbag.

Nan Wangshu was overwhelmed by the disturbance, and after asking the class teacher to change seats failed, he simply cut off his long hair.

During recess, Nan Wangshu chatted with his deskmate and only good friend in school, but he couldn't avoid Ye Zhimei's ridicule.

Nan Wangshu: "I ate hot pot at home last night. I burned my tongue when I was eating, and it still hurts."

"Really, the vegetables boiled in the hot pot are really hot!"

Ye Zhimei rolled her eyes when she heard the words: "You still eat hot pot until your tongue is burned, the lady from a rich family can't compare to you, a poor ghost who pretends to be hypocritical."

Nan Wangshu: "Oh my God, I forgot to do my geography homework last night, I died."

"Then write quickly, there is still time."

Ye Zhimei: "Hey, some people, if they didn't do their homework, they didn't do it, and they lied that they forgot to write it. It really makes people laugh."

"Oh, Nan Wangshu, your new clothes are so earthy, my grandma doesn't even wear your clothes."

"Nan Wangshu has an affair with that idiot in the trash can. I saw them holding hands and kissing last time with my own eyes."

"I tore up your book, I also told other students not to play with you, and I also poured the ink on your chair, what can you do?"

This is Nan Wangshu from the first grade of junior high school.

"Nan Wangshu, who did your hair? It's so ugly, hey, but you, a child without a mother, must have done it yourself. Unlike me, my mother did it."

"Nan Wangshu, what shampoo do you use?"

"I don't know, I bought it at home."

"Pfft," Ye Zhimei covered her mouth and smiled, "Your hair smells like cigarettes, so it can't be some brand name, hey, but what real brand can a motherless child like you afford?"

"Boom!" Another book hit on the head, Nan Wangshu stared at Ye Zhimei with bloodshot eyes from anger and shame, Ye Zhimei flicked her newly permed curly hair indifferently: "Sorry, slippery hand Why are you staring at me? Try staring at me again?"

Ye Zhimei was irritated by Nan Wangshu's undisguised resentment gaze, she rushed over quickly, kicked Nan Wangshu's desk down, and then raised her foot to trample on the fallen books. Grind, vent, and walk away.

Only Nan Wangshu, who silently lifted up his desk under the indifferent eyes of the whole class watching the play, and the book covered with black footprints all over the floor were left.

"Hey, Nan Wangshu, why are you wearing your school uniform around your waist? Ah!"

Nan Wangshu covered his butt with one hand and grabbed the school uniform jacket that Ye Zhimei had snatched with the other: "Give it back to me!"

Ye Zhimei threw the school uniform jacket around, turned around and threw it into the trash can: "Oh, I'm so sorry, I threw it in the trash can, so I can only trouble you to pick it up yourself."

"Hey, look at the blood on her pants,"

"It's really disgusting to get it on your pants when you come to my aunt."

"yue"

The harsh words pierced into the ears like knives, slicing Nan Wangshu's flesh with each knife.Her face was flushed red, she lowered her head, and ran to the trash can under those excessively disgusting eyes, picked up her school uniform and put it on, then raised her eyes and saw that she was standing with others and watching the theater. From this moment she knew that she had no friends in this school anymore.

Throughout the whole day, Nan Wangshu never got up from his chair, and was the last one to leave even after school.

At that time, Nan Wangshu couldn't figure out why his family was poor, why he was bullied by Ye Zhimei for no reason when he was abandoned by his mother and indifferent by his father, but now she understands that this kind of people who like campus bullying and bullying others are all Born bad.

This is Nan Wangshu from the second year of junior high school.

The last ray of the setting sun slipped away from the two-person-high fence beside the narrow alley. Nan Wangshu stood at the entrance of the alley, tightening the belt of his schoolbag, looking at the few people in school uniforms who had been waiting in the middle of the alley.

She knew that these people were here for her, and she also knew what was waiting for her, but this was the only way she had to go home, and she had no way of running away, so she had to bite the bullet.

Nan Wangshu lowered his head, held his breath and mustered up the courage to walk quickly. The moment he passed by these people, Ye Zhimei suddenly reached out and grabbed her schoolbag: "Why are you running? Tell you to take it!" What about the money?"

Nan Wangshu stammered, "No, I don't have any money."

"No money? Are you cheating ghosts?" Ye Zhimei took a sip, took a puff of the cigarette between her fingers, and spit out a choking smoke ring, shaking all the ash on the top of Nan Wangshu's head: "You Dad drives a [-] motorcycle racing car, you tell me you have no money?"

"As you scolded, I don't have a mother, and now my own father has become a stepdad. If he is willing to spend a penny of his money on me, I won't carry such a broken schoolbag, wear such shabby clothes, and spend money on me. You think smelly shampoo."

Nan Wangshu's trembling words made Ye Zhimei stunned for a moment, hesitation flickered in her eyes, but in just a blink of an eye, the hesitation dissipated like the smoke from a cheap cigarette in her mouth.

"Your father doesn't give you money? Then you go steal and cheat! You are so smart and have such good grades, how could you not get the money? There must be times when he is not at home."

"Impossible," Nan Wangshu said decisively.

"Impossible? Ha," Ye Zhimei sneered, raised her hand and slapped Nan Wangshu's pale side cheek suddenly. There was a clear "pa" sound, and a clear gleam suddenly appeared on Nan Wangshu's face. fingerprint.

"Is it impossible now?"

Nan Wangshu's face was turned away from the beating, his bloodshot and tearful eyes fixed on Ye Zhimei's disgusting face, he bit his lips tightly and said nothing.

"You still dare to stare at me?!" Ye Zhimei was very dissatisfied with Nan Wangshu's reaction, she raised her hand and wanted to slap her again, but before she slapped her hand down, Nan Wangshu grabbed her forcefully.

Ye Zhimei was stunned for a moment: "You,"

Before he finished saying 'you', Nan Wangshu suddenly threw off her hand with all his strength, and then waved his hand, which was a slap with all his strength.

Ye Zhimei's whole head was tilted with a "pop" sound that was only clearer than before. Before she could react, Nan Wangshu grabbed her hair with one hand and threw it on the ground. He turned over and pressed on her, slapping his fist. Crying and crying together: "Why do you always bully me, why? Where did I offend you? Is it because I'm poor or because I don't have anyone to support me?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ye Zhimei's ghostly screams came from under Nan Wangshu, and the boys she brought came to their senses, and rushed forward to throw Nan Wangshu pull down.

(End of this chapter)