Zhao Gangjun didn't know what happened to Yu Xiaowei in the end. If Zhao Gangjun knew that his kick made Yu Xiaowei enjoy so many wonderful things, Zhao Gangjun would definitely not mind staying there for a while longer, pressing Yu Xiaowei's body and letting him go again.
Enjoy it for a while.
boom.
Just then.
There was a thunder in the sky.
The rain that had accumulated for a day finally poured down.
Ding dong.
The exam is over.
The exam this afternoon is finally over.
The pouring rain seemed to wash away the scorching summer heat.
Zhao Gangjun stood in the rain and was not in a hurry to find a place to hide.
Zhao Gangjun has loved rain since he was a child.
This thing sounds like it is very literary, but Zhao Gangjun paid the price for it by suffering from high fever at least twenty times.
Zhao Gangjun was not a very impressive person when he was a child, he was even worse than many ordinary people.
Zhao Gangjun practiced martial arts when he was a child. Although many people don't say it, Zhao Gangjun knows that in the eyes of many ancient martial arts practitioners, he is indeed not suitable for practicing martial arts.
At that time, Zhao Gangjun didn't take it seriously. As long as his father was great, if anything happened, his father would protect him and help him.
Until he entered the Hunter School, Zhao Gangjun thought that he was just an ordinary person with a good memory, and that he would be just a scholar in the future.
It's just that in the hunter school.
On that rainy night.
Zhao Gangjun met someone.
It can be said that Zhao Gangjun needs to be grateful for this person in his life and will never forget him in his life.
That person is the teacher of the Hunter School.
She is the one Liang Zi talks about.
on that night.
Once again, he was ridiculed for failing in martial arts.
I was alone and frustrated.
Then the sky seemed to feel its own mood, and it started to rain slowly.
The rain at that time was just as heavy as it is today.
Zhao Gangjun raised his head and let the rain hit his face. He opened his eyes wide. The rainwater fell directly into Zhao Gangjun's eyes, but it was not able to make Zhao Gangjun blink.
"That year, that day, that night."
Zhao Gangrong's lips curved into a smile.
"If I hadn't seen you, how could I be where I am today?"
Zhao Gangjun smiled and shook his head.
It seemed as if he wanted to get rid of the beautiful figure with silver earrings from his mind.
The rain hit my face.
There were gradually more and more people around.
Some people are holding umbrellas and running quickly. Maybe their parents are waiting for them outside the campus. Some people are together in three or two, laughing and talking about something with each other. And some people are just holding umbrellas.
Umbrella, walking slowly, or with a sad face, or just smiling.
The wind picked up.
The rain became more intense.
The slap on the face is not as gentle as before, and even makes people feel a little painful.
Zhao Gangjun smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward slowly step by step. The bone copper plate inside Zhao Gangjun's clothes was emitting a faint, warm light.
That seemingly ordinary copper plate turned into a piece of white jade on such a rainy day.
Of course, Zhao Gangjun couldn't see any of this at this time. He was just walking, that's all.
Just then.
One hand blocked Zhao Gangjun's head.
Zhao Gangjun couldn't help but want to laugh.
Since ancient times, no matter what novels or bloody scripts, a woman is caught in the rain, and then a man holds an umbrella for her like a sky. This makes it look romantic, but today I let someone else hold an umbrella for me. It is really a waste.
Such a rainy day.
"Brother Gangbong."
A clear and elegant voice came from the side.
Zhao Gangjun turned around, without any surprise, and said with a smile, "Xiao Bei, how did you do in the exam?"
"The test was okay."
Chen Xiaobei nodded, tilted his head and looked at Zhao Gangjun, and said, "Brother Gangjun, why are you getting caught in the rain? Didn't you bring an umbrella?"
"No."
Zhao Gangjun shook his head and said, "I have never brought an umbrella with me a few times in my life, and I don't think I will bring one with me in the future, hahaha."
"Whenever you don't have an umbrella, just tell me and I will bring you an umbrella." Chen Xiaobei smiled and took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Gangjun.
Zhao Gangjun smiled, picked up a tissue and wiped the rain off his face, and the two of them walked outside the school together.
At this time, at the door of the school toilet of No. 2 Middle School.
A man with dirty hair and an angry face was standing at the door.
"You bastard, you bastard, where did you all die?!"
Yu Xiaowei's face was red and his eyes were wide open. It was raining heavily, but it seemed that it could not extinguish Yu Xiaowei's anger.
"We, we went to buy water for Brother Xiaowei!"
A follower said innocently.
"Go to hell!"
Yu Xiaowei kicked the follower directly, causing him to fall to the ground, "Are you all eating shit?"
When the word "eat shit" was mentioned, Yu Xiaowei's expression suddenly changed, and then he vomited it out to the side with a sound of vomiting.
Of course, at this time, Yu Xiaowei could no longer vomit anything and could only vomit some stomach acid.
The few people standing next to Yu Xiaowei looked at Yu Xiaowei's current situation and the stench all over his body, and couldn't help but take a small step back.
"Is it possible that among all of you, none of you saw the person who kicked me just now?" Yu Xiaowei asked angrily.
"No, no!"
Another follower said hesitantly.
"Go and eat shit!"
Yu Xiaowei kicked out again and the follower fell to the ground.
This is the tragedy of being a follower.
When something good happens, the follower may be able to take advantage of it, but if something bad happens, the first unlucky person will definitely be the root, and the follower may even become a tool to vent his anger.
Therefore, there are risks in following others, so you need to be cautious when following others.
Poor Yu Xiaowei, without knowing who had plotted against him, decisively enjoyed a wonderful meal in the toilet of No. 2 Middle School.
Of course, as for those things, if friends who are eating affect your appetite, it is really Yu Xiaowei's fault.
Zhao Gangjun caught a cold again.
This is the thirty-first time Zhao Gangjun has caught a cold after being exposed to the rain.
Of course, not every cold brings you a cold, and not every cold brings a fever.
Zhao Gangjun has a fever.
"What happened?"
Huang Lingling held a towel, squeezed out the water, and looked at Zhao Gangjun with concern and said, "How old are you, and you still get wet in the rain with others!"
"hey-hey."
Zhao Gangrong smiled forcefully. No matter how strong a person is, he is still weak in front of the disease.
Zhao Gangjun is no exception.
Now Zhao Gangjun only feels that his whole body is sore and weak, and his head hurts so much that he looks like two shadows when he looks at people.
"39 degrees!"
Huang Lingling held a thermometer, and the look of blame on her face became heavier, "Look, the fever is so severe!"
"I'm sorry, Sister Lingling."
Zhao Gangjun smiled apologetically and said, "I'm going to trouble you again."
"I'm your sister, why are you telling me this?" Huang Lingling looked at Zhao Gangjun with distress, put an ice towel on Zhao Gangjun's forehead, and said, "You don't even know how to take care of yourself, you are so stupid."