Qin Feng's collision was very concealed, but it hit Zhou Yichen's intercostal nerve hard. Zhou Yichen suddenly felt pain and took a breath of cold air, let out a wailing sound in his mouth, and staggered back.
go.
The so-called intercostal nerve is a nerve that runs along the ribs of the chest, from the back through the flanks to the front of the chest. Intercostal neuralgia is a strong semi-circular pain along this nerve, through the chest, and in the abdomen.
This nervous system is extremely sensitive. A slight squeeze can cause unbearable pain, and can even cause a person to faint. Qin Feng's impact was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough to make the evil boy lose his ability to move.
"It hurts, damn, it hurts me so much!"
Zhou Yichen, who was holding Meng Yao, felt as if his chest and abdomen were being burned by fire. A sharp pain caused his nose and tears to flow out uncontrollably, and his whole body was twitching continuously.
"What's wrong with this man? Why is he foaming at the mouth all of a sudden?"
"It must be epilepsy, it seems that this is the symptom of epilepsy!"
This scene shocked all the onlookers. Because it was done covertly and very quickly, they did not see Qin Feng elbowing Zhou Yichen, and they only thought that he had suffered a sudden illness.
"Hey, hurry up and call the ambulance over there. We have a patient here!"
Qin Feng stood firm, with an imperceptible sneer on his face, but it soon turned into an anxious look. He stepped forward to support Zhou Yichen and shouted: "Don't be stunned, get that ambulance
Call over, this man is dying!"
Zhou Yichen's situation at this time was indeed very scary. The severe pain caused the veins on his face to be exposed. He opened his mouth wide but could only make a "ho ho" sound. It looked like he couldn't breathe.
As if to verify what Qin Feng said, Zhou Yichen grabbed the air with his hands a few times in vain. Suddenly his eyelids twitched, his head dropped softly, and he fainted.
No one saw it in the chaos. Qin Feng's right thumb squeezed the acupuncture point on the back of Zhou Yichen's head several times. Although it was to help others, Qin Feng didn't want to cause trouble, so it was better to let the kid pass out.
good.
"Move over, the doctor is here, everyone, please give in!"
In order to facilitate the reception of new students from all over the country, Beijing Station not only gave up a space for freshmen from various universities to report, but also placed two ambulances to ensure the safety of these students.
After hearing that someone was suffering from epilepsy, a doctor and two nurses got out of an ambulance more than ten meters away, separated from the crowd and walked in.
"Doctor, he...he fainted. I don't know what happened."
Qin Feng held the doctor's hand anxiously, but seemed to have forgotten that he was still supporting Zhou Yichen. Poor Mr. Zhou suddenly hit his head on the ground, and a stream of blood seeped out from the back of his head.
"You...why did you let go?"
When the doctor who came to him saw Zhou Yichen fell to the ground, he didn't bother to blame Qin Feng. He quickly covered Zhou Yichen's head with gauze, called for people to put Zhou Yichen on a stretcher, and hurried to the ambulance.
He carried it over.
"I...I didn't mean it..."
After the person was carried away, Qin Feng seemed to wake up and grabbed Meng Yao. He said, "This classmate, it's none of my business if he falls. I just want to help."
"how so?"
At this moment, Meng Yao felt as if she had had a nightmare. She had just been grabbed by Zhou Yichen in front of everyone. She was so ashamed that she wished she could kill him.
But in the blink of an eye, Zhou Yichen was carried away like a dead dog. Meng Yao had no idea what happened and was still in a daze.
"Hey, classmate, let go of your hand. Why are you holding Meng Yao?"
When Zhou Yichen was acting aggressive just now, the onlookers recognized him and no one dared to provoke him. However, when a freshman like Qin Feng grabbed Meng Yao, Meng Yao's male classmates at Peking University were immediately dissatisfied.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just came back to get the admission notice."
At the man's shout, Qin Feng let go of Meng Yao as if waking up from a dream, picked up a piece of paper from the table, waved it in front of Meng Yao, separated the onlookers, and got on the bus as if he was running away.
"Qin Feng!"
Meng Yao, who had just come to his senses, saw the name on the notice clearly. Although he had not figured out what exactly happened, Meng Yao had an intuition that what happened just now must be related to this new student.
"Meng Yao, are you okay?"
"Yes, Meng Yao, how about you go back today and we can receive the new students?"
Seeing that Meng Yao was in a daze, the boys from Beijing University immediately stepped forward to show their hospitality. Meng Yao's appearance was really pitiful.
"Then...I'll go back first. I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone."
Seeing the mess in the admissions office, Meng Yao's nose felt a little sore. She had a gentle and gentle temperament. Although she hated Zhou Yichen deeply, she refused to show it in front of others.
"Yaoyao, what's going on? Is that bastard Zhou Yichen here to harass you again?"
Just as Meng Yao packed his bag and was about to leave, a girl's voice came over and started to curse from a distance, "The guy named Zhou is just a poor man, Yaoyao, why do you always tolerate him!"
Following the words, a girl about 1.7 meters tall separated from the crowd and walked in. Looking at the onlookers, she couldn't help but frowned and shouted: "What are you looking at? Go and do whatever you have to do."
The girl is about the same age as Meng Yao, but her clothes are much bolder.
Wearing suspender jeans, the girl's figure is fully displayed. Although her face is not as delicate as Meng Yao's, she has a wild beauty, which is completely different from Meng Yao's style.
"Xiaotong, stop shouting, let's go." Meng Yao grabbed the girl and walked out of the station from behind the bus.
"Yao Yao, I just went out to buy some yogurt. You...why were you bullied by Zhou again?"
After being pulled out of the station by Meng Yao, the tall girl still said reluctantly: "Where is the one named Zhou? His face is blooming even if my aunt doesn't hit her. He doesn't know why the flowers are so red, right?"
"Xiaotong, forget it, he is shameless, and we still want shame."
Although Meng Yao was so angry that she was shaking with anger at what happened today, her weak temper prevented her from making things worse like a good friend.
"You are too soft-tempered. Otherwise, how could Zhou Yichen dare to treat you like this?"
Hua Xiaotong sighed and said: "The Zhou family is already in decline. If his grandfather hadn't still been breathing a sigh of relief, how could there be a person like Zhou Yichen in the capital? Xiaotong, go back and talk to the old man.
, have you canceled this marriage?"
Looking at her good friend, Hua Xiaotong was filled with helplessness. The granddaughter of the dignified Meng family in the capital was actually persecuted in public by Zhou Yichen, a playboy. She didn't know what the elders of the Meng family were thinking.
As the saying goes, one generation of kings and one generation of ministers, it has been forty or fifty years since liberation. The mud-legged families who entered the city with millet and rifles have now become well-established nouveau riche families.
Zhou Yichen's grandfather was the founding major general of the People's Republic of China. He later served as the deputy commander of the Beijing Garrison District, but was relegated to the second line in the early 1980s.
Meng Yao's grandfather moved from the military to politics after liberation. He was not awarded a military rank, but he had many disciples in the military. Zhou Yichen's grandfather was once an old subordinate of his.
In the early 1980s, the old man of the Meng family came out again and entered the central leadership of the country. It was not until the late 1980s that he completely withdrew from politics.
With the layout of these ten years, the Meng family's political power in the country is very strong. Now Meng Yao's uncle and father are in high provincial and ministerial positions, especially Meng Yao's uncle. It is very likely that he will enter the central government in the next term.
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It stands to reason that the Meng family is strong and the Zhou family is weak, so it is impossible for the two families to get married. However, the old man of the Meng family missed the past. In the early 1980s, he agreed to the marriage proposal of his boss, the Zhou family, and betrothed his granddaughter to Zhou Yichen.
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It would be fine if the Zhou family had many heirs, but Mr. Zhou only had one son, and when it came to Zhou Yichen, it was still a single lineage.
This also made the Zhou family dote on Zhou Yichen. When he was twelve years old, Zhou Yichen dared to reverse a car on Chang'an Street, a typical playboy.
What's even more terrible is that Zhou Yichen regarded himself as the son-in-law of the Meng family and had been pestering Meng Yao since he was in junior high school. At that time, the adults of the two families didn't pay much attention, thinking it was just a child's play.
But when he was in high school, Zhou Yichen's notoriety gradually spread. Meng Yao's father wanted to renege on the marriage, but he was scolded by the face-seeking old man of the Meng family and had no choice but to let it go.
Meng Yao was relatively weak by nature, and her father even scolded her. She did not dare to say anything in front of him, so she could only endure it again and again, which made Zhou Yichen even more arrogant.
"Xiaotong, forget it, grandpa is not in good health recently. Don't worry about him anymore."
Meng Yao sighed and said, "It really doesn't work out. I will go abroad to study next year. In four or five years, my father will be able to be the head of the family."
"You know how to give in."
Hua Xiaotong looked at Meng Yao with hatred and said, "If it were me, I would find someone to break that kid's legs and see if he still dares to pester him?"
Although Hua Xiaotong's family background is not as good as that of Meng Yao, she still holds a lot of real power in the capital, especially in the public security system, and has a profound background. Otherwise, she would not have grown up with Meng Yao.
"Forget it, let's go home. The Zhou family doesn't know how to go crazy, and the Zhou family doesn't know how anxious they are."
Thinking of Zhou Yichen's sudden illness, Meng Yao felt a twinge of joy in her heart. It would be best if Zhou Yichen found out what was wrong with her, so that her father would have a reason to reject the marriage.
Half an hour after Hua Xiaotong and Meng Yao left, the bus picking up new students from Peking University also left Beijing Station.
Not many people saw Qin Feng get off the bus just now. Most of the freshmen on the bus didn't know about the conflict. They just saw an ambulance driving out of the station square.
"Is the kid okay? If he gets a concussion from the fall, it will be a problem!"
However, Qin Feng knew in his heart that hitting Zhou Yichen's subcostal nerve with his elbow and squeezing the acupuncture points to make him unconscious would have no sequelae, but the last moment he let go, something bad might happen.
"What do you care about? There are so many new students coming in one day, no one can remember me, right?"
Thinking of Zhou Yichen's twitching look, Qin Feng couldn't help but smile. This was a technique used in stealing, and it was the first time Qin Feng used it on a person.
"This classmate, did you report it yourself?"
Qin Feng suddenly heard a voice in his ears. He turned around and saw a middle-aged woman sitting in the row next to him. Sitting against the window over there was a big boy wearing a baseball cap. He should be a woman.
son.
"Yes, Auntie, I live in Jintian, not far from the capital."
Qin Feng smiled and nodded. Freshmen reports are usually accompanied by their parents. There were almost eighty people in this car, half of whom were parents of students.
"No wonder, then you are half a native of Beijing."
After the middle-aged woman heard Qin Feng's words, a smile suddenly appeared on her face. She pulled off the earphones of the young man next to her and said, "This is my son. You will be classmates from now on. Please take good care of him!"
"Mom, Peking University enrolls thousands of people every year, how can they be together everywhere?"
Before the woman finished speaking, she was interrupted by her son. The young man impatiently put the headphones back into his ears, glanced at Qin Feng's ordinary sportswear, curled his lips and looked out the window.
"Hey, why is this child so ignorant? My classmate, don't be angry."
The woman smiled awkwardly at Qin Feng, but obviously she didn't want to blame her child, so she apologized and looked away.
"If you are spoiled, what will happen if you go to a good university?"
Qin Feng shook his head disapprovingly and looked at the high-rise buildings outside the window. For this city, university is just a starting point in life and means nothing at all.
After driving for nearly an hour, the car slowly drove into the Beijing University campus.
A banner "Welcome New Students" has been hung up at the school's entrance. Outside the bus parking lot, there are several rows of temporary registration points, where many senior volunteers answer questions from the new students.
"Department of Computer Science, International Finance, International Economics and Trade..."
Looking along the registration points one by one, until he reached the end, Qin Feng could not find the major of cultural relic identification and restoration that he applied for. He asked several people, but they had never heard of it.
"Damn it, the major I applied for is quite remote, but it shouldn't even have a registration point, right?"
Qin Feng was speechless as he looked at the bustling registration points for popular majors. When he was about to find someone who looked like a teacher to ask, his eyes suddenly lit up because he actually saw an acquaintance here. (To be continued...)
ps: ps: First update, please give me some monthly tickets. It’s the end of the month, so don’t save it if you have the goods!
