The bookshelf is very high, five or six meters high, and there are many books stored in high places. Students who are not well-educated must step on ladders to get up.
Ling Luo passed through more than a dozen people and finally saw clearly what everyone was laughing at.
At the seventh bookshelf, I saw an extremely ugly young man holding two thick books in his arms and climbing up the ladder with great difficulty.
He is as thin as dry wood.
So much so that the baggy gray clothes he wore outside looked extremely funny.
After climbing to the top of the ladder, he stood on his tiptoes and worked hard to place the two books in their original places.
At this time, a tired boy stretched out his foot and gave it a gentle sweep.
There was a "pop" sound, and the ladder tilted at a dangerous angle.
"ah--"
The ugly slave lost his footing and screamed, falling directly from the top of the ladder five to six meters high.
He fell face down to the ground, and when he raised his head again, his nose was covered with blood.
"Hahaha, look at his bearish look!"
"Pfft, ugly things are ugly things."
"It's really interesting, tsk tsk tsk, like a clown."
…
Ling Luo's brows frowned slightly. She pulled the sleeve of a girl beside her and asked, "What's going on?"
The girl covered her mouth and sneered, while explaining: "Don't you know? This ugly guy is famous in the college now, and everyone likes to bully him."
"Is he new here?" Ling Luo asked tentatively.
"Yes." The girl nodded and said, "I've only been here for two days, but everyone likes to come here to have fun. Life in the academy is too boring."
A strange color flashed across Ling Luo's eyes.
Do today’s students actually have such weird habits?
Torturing servants?
Ling Luo said: "I am a new student, and it is my first time to come to the library today."
"So she's a junior high school girl." The girl looked quite enthusiastic and said, "Come and play more when you have time. I'll have fun every day."
Ling Luo's heart sank.
She doesn't have such weird habits.
His eyes fell on the ugly slave. He seemed to have fallen badly this time. His nose bones were broken and blood flowed all over the floor.
The ugly slave struggled twice and then fainted.
"Dead? No way."
"Tch, it's really boring."
…
Seeing that there was no more fun to be had, everyone automatically dispersed from the seventh bookshelf on the second floor.
Seeing everyone dispersed, Ling Luo stepped forward.
She walked over to the lying ugly slave and slowly squatted down.
"Why do you look like you're about to die every time I see you?"
Ling Luo sighed softly and helped Chou Nu turn over. In a dark corner, under the dim light, she pulled out a brocade handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face.
The bridge of the nose seemed to be broken, blood entered the ethmoid sinus and lower orbit, and there were large bruises and bruises.
OK, now, this ugly face is completely ruined.
Ling Luo took out a life-saving elixir from the black jade space ring, gave it to the ugly slave, and then briefly helped him stop the bleeding, relieve pain, and bandage it.
After about a cup of tea, probably under the stimulation of the drug, Chou Nu slowly opened his eyes and regained consciousness.
"Ling...Miss Ling."
His voice was extremely childish, with the unique hoarseness of a teenager in the voice-changing stage.
Ling Luo was slightly stunned and said, "Do you know me?"