"Fuck, if I knew which class he was in, labor and management would definitely kill him!"
The students, filled with indignation, immediately began to guess which class had done such an immoral thing.
Soon, they discovered that, except for Class 9 and Class 1, students from almost every class came to the station for treatment.
Just when every class was speculating on the real culprit, a piercing scream suddenly came from the entrance of the station. The students were shocked by the howl and immediately looked towards the source of the sound.
I saw a few teenagers from Class 9 carrying a tall boy over quickly, and the boy seemed to have an arrow stuck in his butt...
Yes, now even people in Class 9 have been tricked.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Muchen Tu's facial features were distorted in pain.
Du Hong, who was on the side, was holding back a smile and looked at Mu Chentu's desperate look.
"You have a weak hand and want to use my crossbow to hunt. Are you going to hurt yourself?"
Mu Chentu is also a talented person. He saw the crossbows of the two brothers of the Du family very handsome a few days ago. After a few days of hard work, he finally got Du Hongshao to agree to lend him the crossbow. However, he failed to catch the prey.
The arrow hit the stone directly, and ejected, nailing him directly in the buttocks.
"Hey, little Brother Du, please stop talking, it hurts me so much." Mu Chentu burst into tears.
This is so embarrassing, please spare him some face.
"Young man, what's the point of getting an arrow in the butt?" Du Qingzheng raised an eyebrow.
Mu Chentu wanted to cry. These two brothers were inhumane and did not care about him as a wounded person at all. He looked at Liu Shaobai who was following him with aggrieved expression.
"Master, it hurts..."
That expression was so pitiful and pitiful.
Liu Shaobai said: "Then I can help you pull it out?"
Muchen Tu froze and immediately shook his head.
"But...it's better not to bother you, Master."
Mu Chentu was still poor, but he didn't know that the eyes of the other students in the camp were all focused on them.
The other classes didn't get it from the beginning. Class 9 is the group of bandits. After all, Class 9 is the weakest. Let alone robbery, they can knock anyone from Class 9 to the ground and beat them up.
However, each class has yet to see anyone from Class 9 come to the station, and they are all murmuring in their hearts.
Logically speaking, those bandits have no reason to let go of weaklings like Class Nine.
As a result, just as he was wondering, he saw that Mu Chentu from Class 9 was "seriously injured", and the two brothers from the Du family who sent him over were also covered in blood.
This sight really stunned the students in the camp.
"Wu Fu, do you want Class 9 to be so tragic? There's blood?!" A young man secretly swallowed his saliva, feeling inexplicably sympathetic to Class 9 at this moment.
Although they also received beatings, they were all superficial injuries, but the three from Class 9 were better off. They saw blood directly, and look at Mu Chentu's butt with a follower arrow nailed on it.
A student from another class couldn't help but stepped forward and walked towards Mu Chentu and others.
Mu Chentu was startled by the sudden appearance of the "pig head". Then he thought it looked familiar. Wasn't it the person he had beaten just last night?
Damn it, has he been discovered?
Mu Chentu was shocked when he saw the young man with a bruised and swollen face patted Mu Chentu's shoulder and opened his mouth with a searching look on his face.
