The time for the exam passed extremely quickly. As soon as I finished writing the last word, the bell rang for closing the papers.
"When the time is up, please put down your pens and put the test papers in order."
Chen Yinyang screamed secretly, followed the invigilator's order, put the pen on the table, and laid out the test papers as required.
I moved my sore shoulders, and because I was leaning against the window, I couldn't help but look out the window.
It is also a sunny day today, the sky is blue, there are no clouds, and the sun shines unobstructed.
Such weather makes people feel better. Chen Yinyang smiled slightly and his thoughts drifted to another person.
I don’t know, how did he do in the exam?
"This exam is over. Please leave the exam room in order." After the invigilator announced, the classroom instantly became boiling. The torture of the exam was over. Everyone walked out happily, and at the same time, they also had a heated discussion about summer vacation.
Travel issues.
"I'm going to spend my vacation on a private island bought by my family this time. How about you?"
"I'm not as lucky as you. I still have to go to the company for internship."
"Haha, come on then!"
Chen Yinyang was envious while listening. If he failed to pass the exam this time, he would have no choice but to stay in the dormitory.
Several people laughed for a while, and suddenly one person said: "Guess who is the first in this exam?"
"Is there any need to guess?" The other two people were not interested in this topic: "Every time, the student president and the student minister take turns taking charge, there will be no one else."
"But this time there are people from Nuoxiu College joining, so it's hard to say what the result will be."
"I really don't know whether you are too naive or too stupid." A man with yellow hair turned around and laughed at the friend who just spoke: "The people at Nosho College just put us at the bottom to make our grades look better, you know?
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"Hehe, that's true." The man rubbed his nose sheepishly and smiled: "I have completely forgotten the gap between Nuoxiu Academy and us."
"You have to remember this time."
The yellow-haired man looked around and said loudly and provocatively: "Those people from Nosho College will only be working as handymen for us for the rest of their lives!"
hateful!
Chen Yinyang looked at the arrogant Huang Mao and gritted his teeth. Although he knew that the people at Tanding Academy had always felt superior to them, he never expected that he would say it so openly, clearly looking down on them.
There were many people coming and going in the corridor. It was difficult for Huang Mao's remarks not to attract people's attention, and more and more people looked at him.
Huang Mao laughed even more crazily: "Look at them, no one dares to fight back even after I say this. They deserve to be stepped on!"
"Who said no!" Chen Yinyang couldn't bear the insult anymore and stood up: "You are not allowed to speak ill of Nuoxiu College!!"
"Hahaha, who is talking there, have you seen it?" Huang Mao glanced at Chen Yinyang's height with disdain, and then laughed loudly with his friends.
"Look down on me," Chen Yin's face flushed with anger, and he rushed up and kicked Huang Mao: "You can't see your eyes, have you even lost your feelings?"
"You're looking for death!" Huang Mao didn't expect Chen Yinyang to really have the courage to resist him, so he grabbed him and lifted him up: "If you still want to hang out in this school, just kneel down and admit your mistake to me, otherwise you will be in trouble in the future.
Life will be tough for you!"
After struggling hard for a long time, he could not break free from the man's hand. Chen Yinyang was so anxious that he burst into tears and refused to beg Huang Mao for mercy.
Huang Mao laughed ferociously and used his hands harder and harder, until he must force Chen Yinyang to beg for mercy.
The chatter around them became louder and louder, but no one dared to go up to help. Some people were afraid of the strength of the Huang Mao family and would have a hard time after helping them; others simply came to watch with the attitude of watching a good show and didn't care at all.
I plan to help Chen Yinyang.
"Cough..." Chen Yinyang felt that the air in his lungs was getting less and less, and he felt panic in his heart. Is he going to die here today?
I remember the godfather once said that before a person dies, he will quickly recall his life, but at this time, only one person's voice and smile appeared in his mind.
Do you want to say goodbye to him?
No, you can’t die like this!!
Chen Yinyang suddenly felt a will to survive, and with the last bit of his strength, he bit Huang Mao's hand hard!
With a scream, Huang Mao threw Chen Yinyang to the ground in pain, and blood dripped from his hands.
"Catch him!" Huang Mao angrily ordered his two accomplices to let Chen Yinyang have a taste of what he did.
Run quickly!
Chen Yinyang moved with difficulty to escape, but all the strength in his body was exhausted. He could only move with difficulty. No one around him was willing to lend a helping hand.
Seeing the two men approaching him with evil smiles, Chen Yinyang punched the ground angrily, hating his own weakness for the first time.
He watched helplessly as one of the people's hands was about to grab his collar, but his body was easily lifted up from behind by another person, and he asked coldly in his ear: "Who made you look like this?
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Offline Theater Director (Author): Huang Mao, your performance was good this time. You showed the villain's face vividly. I will give you more scenes next time!
Huang Mao (with a sad face): Director, please pay me your salary first. Those two brothers are still waiting for me to treat you.
Director: Is it a money issue? The crew is short of funds now, and it’s difficult for me to handle it. You have to be more considerate.
Huang Mao: But...
Director: Stop it, the student union will come out quickly to see off the guests!
Student Union Group (collectively indifferent): Please pay wages, otherwise it will be difficult to carry out work.
Director: ...(Damn it, don’t even think about having an appearance next time!)