How to start with a story.

When I was forced into the corner by the school bullies, I sent the last message to the Internet lovers, and their cell phones were ringing.

When I was stuck in the corner of the wall by a group of people, I was going to type with my cell phone, and there was a half full of popsicles in my mouth.

It’s a guy in black. I know him.

We’re the college bullies.

I can only sum up in eight words about this schoolhouse, “sweetness, hard work.”

It was said that not only did they change their girlfriends faster than I lost my hair, but they also preyed on vulnerable groups and bullying at school.

Like me eating popsicles now.

I look at the schoolhouse, and I look at the small, weak girl next to the schoolhouse, and I pick out the eyebrow and I’m an acquaintance.

Linco, the music department flower, the spring of Toyako.

At this point, Lin Coco is not like the crazy woman I was talking to last night to make me look good. She’s half by the side of the schoolhouse, she’s pulling his sleeve, she’s pale, she’s red, she’s weak, I see…

She turned her face against me and laughed.

Ugh.

She turned around and said softly to the schoolboy, “Ann, let’s forget it. She didn’t mean it on purpose.

It says, and it shows, intentionally and inadvertently, the traces of purple on its arm.

I couldn’t bear to flip a white eye.

Cheng An looked up and down at me and laughed: “You hit Linco yesterday? I’m sorry.

Well, sort of, sort of.

I didn’t know her. I’m from the computer department. I can’t get along with the music department. In the middle of the night, the campus asked each of them to do a show, and when I played a video with my mom, she called my counselor all night and told him that I was playing the piano, so he gave me a chance to glow at college.

I’m euphemisms. My mother meant to get me to celebrate and get her a son-in-law back.

No need, no.

Our counselor got so excited that he called me to the office early in the morning to say that the computer department had been at the bottom of art for so many years, that it had been so hard to meet me this time, that it had to be a sign that he was in the department.

I hate it.

As for Linco, the new music department flower, which was supposed to be at school for the holidays, was not easily placed at the end of the page and was intercepted by my counselor.

Unfortunately, she was also planning to play the piano.

There was only one piano in the auditorium, and I was forced to practice in the auditorium directly after the school day. When she was told that I was the one on the show, she came to me in every way and robbed me of the piano, trying to keep me out of it.

And the good things?

It’s not a day or a day or a day or a day or a day or a day or a day or a day, but yesterday she tried to put the lid on me. I put up with it or pushed her, and she tripped on her heels and fell on the ground.

Chicken.

I laughed, I looked at Linco, and I was about to say something.

And then I found my mouth stuck to a popsicle.

I don’t know.

Shit.

I can’t talk, I can’t talk, I can’t even look on my face, “That’s all I can do. I’m sorry.

When he said it, he smiled with him.

“This sister has the guts to bully Ang”

“It’s a pity that the little girl is still pretty, and she’s so mean.”

“Why do I look familiar…”

“You look familiar when you see a pretty girl. I’m sorry.

“Ha ha ha ha ha…”

“You better apologize to Linco now, or I’ll be polite.” I’m sorry.

You wait for me to open my mouth.

I’ve been throwing popsicles with my tongue, trying to let it loose and staring at the process, with some distortion of the face.

Cheng An thinks I’m provoking him.

“I do not beat a girl, but I particularly hate your bullying, and I do not regret it.” Since you’re not apologizing, I don’t mind teaching you manners and upbringing. I’m sorry.

You teach me manners, you can pull it.

I couldn’t bear to flip a white eye and finally pull out the popsicle.

“Boom!”

Shit, your tongue is numb.

I rubbed a bit of a sour chin, threw a popsicle in the trash can.

Turning around, looking at Cheng-an, scrambling lincoa and laughing, “How polite?” I’m the politeest. I’m sorry.

A little excited.

I slid my sleeve, my phone was on, and I didn’t get back.

“Isn’t it just a fight? I’m sorry.

There was a sound of gas around and even the forest cocoa unbelievably opened its eyes.

My sweet boyfriend asked me what I was doing.

I don’t want to type, press my voice: “Baby, my sister is saving a young boy who’s lost his foot. I’m sorry.

When the hand was loose, the message came out.

There’s a news alert on the other side.

Cheng An pulled out his cell phone, suddenly softened his face, even smiling.

I watched him light a few times and smiled even more.

“Baby, I’m saving the Achilles. I’ll see you later. I’m sorry.

Very loud out.

There are even echoes in the open corners.

Cheng is still here. Linco’s stuck. A group of people left behind.

Me too.

Silence, is tonight’s Kangbridge.

Kambashi heard my voice coming out of Cheng’s cell phone and had to flee at night.

♪ I can’t ♪ ♪ I can’t ♪ Why would I kiss my baby’s voice out of Chengan’s phone?

I remember meeting with a baby a year ago with a fellow city friend in some music software, and I found each other in a very good mood, and then it was logical to be together.

Even though my roommate has been strongly advised not to fall in love, and my dear child has been delaying the meeting with his studies, I have chosen him unrefutingly.

I thought he was shy inside, and he turned me on.

My fists were tight and tight when I thought that during the past six months Cheon-an had been the one holding his arms and holding him high, and that he had come down to Haiti with a feeling of deception.

He looked at me and stopped talking.

I put my phone and bag on the floor.

Scratch his sleeve again.

Well, it’s more exciting.

Cheng An was shot in the infirmary, and his brother was somewhat disabled.

The question is one of persuasion.

When the counselor arrived, I was sitting in a chair outside the infirmary, crying secretly with my cell phone and sacrificing my lost love.

He thought it was me who got punched, came up with an arrow and tried to pull me up to see where I was hurt, and he was afraid that I would be in a hurry.

“Joe, are you all right? I’m sorry.

I looked up and watched the coaches get so hot when the wind blows out of their hair.

It’s so touching.

I stood up with my face on. I was just about to open my mouth.

The counselor looked at me with tears, and he got angry: “Where are the bastards? What a terrible thing to do in broad daylight! Joe, don’t be afraid. The teacher will run you.”

The back door opened and the infirmian came out: “The little girl can do it, she can do it, she can do it, she can’t do it for 10 and a half days, the skin monkey’s supposed to have a plaster in black…”

I don’t know.

I looked at the angry counsellors and for the first time felt their conscience condemned.

“No, Doctor Zhang, who did you just say wants to cast? “The counselors are full of questions.

“It wasn’t twice the first time that you had a fight with a group of people to block a little girl, and the security guards saw us rushing in together. I’m sorry.

Zhang’s doctor is excited.

I can see that he has tried very hard to contain his mouth.

“Good guy, lay on the ground, and little girl put a man on the floor with her arms around her. We’ll have to cast another arm later. I’m sorry.

Still didn’t put up with giving me a thumb.

I touch the nose.

It’s a little personal.

I didn’t take it seriously. Just think about what it meant.

Who would have thought he was lying to me.

He beat me to death and scared his brothers to pull me.

In accordance with the principle of voluntary fairness, none of them has escaped.

Oh, and a forest cocoa.

I didn’t notice. I thought I was scared.

Chicken.

The counselor is still a man who has seen the storm, and has not forgotten my silence: “What happened to Joe’s classmates? I’m sorry.

I don’t know. It’s moving!

I announce that now Mr. Zhou is my favorite counselor of a loving teacher!

“I’m fine, I’m fine! I’m sorry.

Says he’s in a circle.

I can do push-ups, not with limited space.

Mr. Zhou noded his head, then wrinkled his eyebrow: “Why is Cheng An bothering you? I’m sorry.

I did not hesitate to speak out.

It’s probably Rinco who thinks I’ve taken her axle, and keeps me in trouble and letting Chengan bring me a warning that I have to hit someone in self-defence.

Nothing.

Anything else? Nothing else?

I put my phone in my pocket.

Mr. Zhou is silent. I think I’m a little upset.

I said, “It’s all right, Mr. Zhou, I’m all right now. I’m sorry.

It’s just that I beat Cheng An up a little bit.

“But I may have hit a little hard, dog… but they’re in bad shape. I’m sorry.

The word “dog thief” almost came out.

Mr. Chow listens, it’s hot again.

“How dare he ask for medical fees? This is a serious violation of the rules of the Academy, and I have to report it to the Ministry of Science and Technology, which says, “How can you fight so hard?” I’m sorry.

“No, I’m not fighting, I’ve only practiced taekwondo, I’ve used regular methods!” I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhou and Zhang were silent.

I’m sure it’s the first time I’ve heard so much about a fight.

Mr. Zhou said, “It’s good for a little girl to learn to defend herself.” I’m sorry.

He patted me on my shoulder, consoling, “Don’t worry, I’ll tell the Ministry of Science and Technology that you’re the victim, and the college will take it seriously.” I’m sorry.

I’m a good spot.

The door behind him was opened again, with a swollen face with a swollen arm and a group of his swollen brothers.

I turned my head and looked at him.

Silence, silence is…

Hiss! A boy next to Cheng An saw me, fell back on the door frame and took a cold breath.

I:

Not necessarily.

Mr. Zhou’s face is cold when she sees Cheng An’s face. I’m sorry.

He said, “Look at me, look at me.

Dude, modern-day face changers.

I love it.

I’m so busy swinging, “It’s okay. I should go. I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhou is happy to nod.

Then he went to the Ministry with a huge crowd.

It is now a large class, and there are many people on the road who come to and change classes.

Soon someone recognized the swollen face of Chengan.

“Isn’t it wonderful? I’m sorry.

“The handsome guy in the business school?” Not much.

“Yes! I saw him in this morning! Is this a fight getting caught?”

“There are no wet shoes on the side of the river.

“Isn’t it all his fault? Why does it look like the one who got hit this time? I’m sorry.

“Cow, who’s so good? I’m sorry.

“But Cheng An is so handsome, who’s going to do it so hard? I’m sorry.

“Sister, you can’t eat handsomely, but you have to see what you do. I’m sorry.

I can’t hear my head.

For example, there are people who appear to be a schoolboy who fights and doesn’t learn how to learn how to do it.

He suddenly regretted not taking his other arm off before the security guard came.

The more I want to get angry.

I looked back and looked at Cheng.

Cheng’s head was down, it seemed like something, looked to me.

And then suddenly smiled at me.

Help.

Don’t laugh at me with a purple panda eye and a bandage on your face!

No more teeth! Your teeth are bleeding again!

I smoked my mouth and turned my head.

Start rethinking.

I’ve always done well, never hit people in the head.

I’m sure today’s balance went out with Kambashi.

It’s not too far from the building, and when Teacher Zhou took us there, the Minister of Science and Technology was alone in the office for tea.

A crowd of people came into the office, and Minister Sun’s tea almost choked.

He was able to take the tea down, and then he looked up in the middle of us, and saw Cheng An, and looked in his eyes several times, with a clearly painful face.

Weird.

Look again.

What a pain mask!

I was surprised that Cheng An felt pain even when the Minister of Education and Industry looked at him, while underestimating myself for this time, somewhat for the benefit of the people.

Minister Sun lamented with a few insinuations.

“What happened this time? I’m sorry.

Again.

What a clever word.

Mr. Zhou went ahead and said the basics.

Minister Sun looked at me with surprise when he heard me beat him to death.

I: Be good. Jpg.

After Mr. Zhou said, Minister Sun’s face fell down.

It’s not open yet. It’s ringing again.

It’s Lin Coco and her counselor, I’ve met a few times in my rehearsal.

Lin Coco’s face was pale, she looked up at me, and her eyes were red.

I’ve seen her acting. This should be really scary.

The teacher next to her dragged her in and didn’t look so good.

Mr. Zhou noded at her head: “Mr. Yang, you’re here. I’m sorry.

When I was fighting, Rinco got scared and then called her counselor on the way to bring her over.

The teacher came to me with regret: “You’re Joe Zaius, aren’t you? I’m sorry.

Her concern was sincere, gentle and polite.

Beautiful sister!

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” I’m sorry.

“What can she do? She beats people up…”

After Cheng An, he endured his brother who had not spoken all the time, and he didn’t take a word.

I ordered him a wax in my heart.

In the next second, Minister Sun clicks on the table, “Do you have a point?” A bunch of guys are trying to block a girl. You’re bullying me?”

The boys shut up.

Minister Sun pointed his spear at Chengan, again: How many times did you go to the government department for fighting? Why do you want to do school bullies? I’m sorry.

Cheon-an was quiet, and there was a lack of air: “I didn’t mean to hit her, I just wanted to scare her…”

Minister Sun was so angry that he was staring.

Oh, Minister Sun has no beard. He’s 40 years old.

“Is it right to scare her?” You’re a grown man and you’re being used by someone who doesn’t know the truth? I’m sorry.

There’s a lot of people with no brains who get into college.

I’ll always call for Teacher Chow.

“What do you mean? I’m sorry.

Lin Coco is shaking a bit.

Everyone looked to Linco.

Clean Coco, Online Protection.

Under pressure from Minister Sun and two counsellors, Rinco cried to make me an axle, slammed me and lied that I beat her cousin to warn me.

Cousin?

Who’s her cousin?

I looked back, and I looked back on him.

Something.

I thought the school boss was so angry, it turned out to be stupid.

These represent only one-sided views of the individual and do not rise up the family.

Cheng An listens to Lin Coco and looks down.

Although his face is already colored, it does not prevent an additional layer of black.

The brother who followed him, he couldn’t hang on his face.

The boy who had just answered said, “Well, I’m sorry that we misunderstood you.” And we really didn’t mean to hit you. We were going to play ball with An, and his sister came and said she was hit, and we came along.”

The people next to him were accompanied by an apology.

I looked at his sincere eyes and swollen faces several times, and I didn’t dare to whisper.

He was the first to pull, hit the second.

He was first beaten with his arm hanging around his neck and looked at me with a fanny.

Three guilt, three embarrassments and a smile on the way to four.

Save…

Cheon-Aan looked at me and suddenly came to me with a serious look.

Shut up!

I was busy interrupting him: “It’s all right, Cheng, I’ll forget about it!” I’m sorry.

His eyes were suddenly darkened.

I smiled, I gnawed my teeth: “I’ll forget it ever happened. I’m sorry.

You wait for me.

He was staring at me, and suddenly he laughed.

And then he went back and stood up.

“Oh, but I just wanted my brother to scare her, and I didn’t think they were fighting…”

Linco is still crying.

Mr. Zhou wanted to bring the surveillance to the headmaster on his way here.

There’s some silence in the office.

Minister Sun coughed and said, “Despite a misunderstanding, it’s not a good thing, but I think she’ll be psychologically affected. I’m sorry.

Yes!

That’s right!

I’m touching the contours of my phone in my pocket, and I’m having a little trouble.

“Punishment is still necessary, and you and Chengan are disqualified from participating in the school festival. You and Cheng An are each given 10 points, write a 5,000-word review, and read it at the next college convention.” He looked at the rest of you, “You will also write me a 5,000-word review, and each one will receive five points.” I’m sorry.

If you remember, good behavior can be eliminated.

However, the Academy ‘ s Quality Quality Quality Quality Quality Qualifications can only be obtained through academic lectures or the publication of in-school thesis, one lecture at a time and a 30,000-word academic paper at a time. The lectures usually begin in two hours and must be in the presence of the whole of the course, with 5,000 words to be written and a sense to the Ministry of Education.

And if you want to graduate, it’s 80 points.

It’s easy, but it’s annoying.

So sad.

But what does it have to do with Joe?

Minister Sun said, “Do you have any ideas on your side? I’m sorry.

It’s very sincere, as if it’s too light.

I’m embarrassed.

“I don’t mind.” I’m happy.

Minister Sun is very pleased.

Rin Coco and the boys, when they listened to the punishment, their faces fell down, but they were afraid to whisper.

It’s true that Cheng Zheng responded positively to Minister Sun’s surprise.

I’m poking.

Does the kid have any points?

This is the end of the story.

I apologized with red eyes before I left.

Looks like I’m too wild and I’m really tough to fight.

The beautiful sister went with her and touched my head before she left.

Yes!

I turned around and suddenly envied the other side of Zhou’s teacher looking at me unconsciously.

♪ I can’t ♪

Before we had time to think, Minister Sun next door began to lecture them.

“You say that if you don’t study well every day, you can’t have a day off without your counselors? I’m sorry.

Chengan’s counselor isn’t here. I said I didn’t look.

“Go home, have classes, no writing reviews, stay here. I’m sorry.

Others responded with some sympathy before leaving.

Cheon-an is quiet, he doesn’t know what to think.

Minister Sun looked at me and laughed nicely.

The second person in the modern face, there.

“O Joe, you did well today! Very brave! I’m sorry.

I watched his eyes shine and his back was a little chilly.

“This son of a bitch just needs to be cleaned up. I’m sorry.

I was laughing at you.

And Minister Sun made tea and took another sip of it: “But he is not in bad faith, and today is a misunderstanding. I hope you do not take it seriously. I’m sorry.

This is a bit of a patriarchy.

I’m a little confused.

“All right, you go back to bed and tell your counselor what’s wrong. I’m sorry.

I’m uh-uh-uh-uh.

Mr. Zhou and Minister Sun said hello, and I followed him and was stopped by the Minister.

“O Joe, your school day is still the same. Go back to practice. The computer department surprises me this year. I’m sorry.

Thank you.

I’ll really thank you.

I was going to tell Teacher Zhou not to go to school.

Cheng An turned to see me and opened his mouth to say something.

Out of the department, I looked to Teacher Zhou to stop talking.

Mr. Zhou is worried about his capitalist fangs as he changes his temperament: “Couldn’t Joe be defeated by this little thing?” I’m sure you won’t abandon our computer system, will you? I’m sure you can’t afford to let Miss Zhou down? I’m sorry.

Shit.

Moral kidnapping of me.

It’s no use. As long as I don’t have morality, you can’t kidnap…

“Your mother called me yesterday about your practice! I’m sorry.

…I am a good student with ethics and qualities.

Mr. Zhou beat me on the shoulder and told me to rest again.

I can’t help but laugh when I look over thirty years old and sometimes I’m still like a teenager.

Mr. Zhou is a really nice man.

At this age, there are no targets.

I didn’t mean to sneeze him, though the teacher who walked in front sneezes.

It’s his problem.

I suddenly thought of that beautiful sister and Mr. Zhou looking at her naked eyes.

Hey, something.

The Gossip Girl laughs in the mouth, and suddenly I think of Chengan.

I don’t know.

Out of the spectrum.

Why would he be my online object!

Whoo-hoo.

How could my sweet, sweet, sweet boyfriend be a bad-tempered, not very smart fighting dog?

The phone rang, and I took it out, and my roommate saw me walking on the white wall with a swollen face and asked me what happened.

I was silent and sent out to a little rabbit for a grass-faced bag.

[The contents are too grassy. Rabbit mowers you online]

Roommate:

I’m suffocating, and I put my phone away.

Bad.

I looked up and saw a boy standing on the road, and he saw me waving.

I’ll take a look at you. Cheng’s brother.

I walked in front of him and said, “What is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

The boy smiled a little awkwardly: “How do you do, my name is Yu Fong, and I am Ango’s roommate.” I’m really sorry about today. We didn’t mean to bully you. I’m sorry.

I nod my head and now I can see it.

There’s no fighting dog coming out to fight.

I can’t help but begin to doubt the Academy’s history of Cheng An fighting.

Is this really the power of a schoolboy? Can’t even beat a girl?

It’s more embarrassing when I put on my face, and I realized I couldn’t stand to ask.

He was so angry, he had a red face.

I touched my nose: “It’s all right, it’s all right. We’re all friends. I’m just curious. I’m sorry.

I’m not sure I’m looking at you again, but I’m a little sad and I’m a little sad. “Anko is really good at fighting, but he’s never really good at girls, and you’re really good at it. I’m sorry.

Yo, here’s where Cheon-an’s gonna be.

Pull it down.

Any boy can really stand to be beaten on the floor by a girl unless he can’t.

Or I’ll write the word “Joe-soo” backwards.

I don’t know.

In his heart, he labeled “unable to lose” for a hard-hearted, insensitive process.

“And today’s situation is a bit special, and you and Ang knew each other online, right? I’m sorry.

It’s a bit of a knot in my tongue. I don’t seem to know how to describe my relationship with Chengan.

I don’t know how to describe it.

But Cheng’s online relationship was suddenly picked out by the third person.

“Well, sort of. I’m sorry.

I know what he means, and suddenly I get excited.

Ang told us about you! I’m sorry.

♪ I can’t ♪

What do you mean?

“There was a dormitory party before, Ango lost his game, and we asked him to find a girl to confess that he had a girl, that he was jealous, that we didn’t believe, and that he immediately pulled out his cell phone and called his girlfriend in front of us for two hours. I’m sorry.

The remaining face is a bit twisted, and the paste on the face is all bandaged. He’s been showing us two hours of love! Let’s not talk!

I’m silent.

There was a time when my little baby called me for a long time, remembering his strange voice.

It now seems like he’s the one who’s gonna get up and be covered up.

“Then we forced An to ask him, and found out that he was in love with the Internet, that he had never even seen a girl. I’m sorry.

Half in the front and half in the back.

♪ I can’t ♪

Am I shy? Sorry to see him?

In my heart, you have a “faceless” label for a person who can’t afford to lose.

I don’t look well when I’m here.

Surely he found himself in danger of lying.

I’m laughing, “You guys have a lot of fun in real life, you’ve got a lot of people on the Internet. I’m sorry.

“What’s going on?” I’m sorry.

I don’t even want to go back to him.

He shot himself in the head with a sense of consciousness, and he shot him in the wound, which hurt his teeth.

I don’t see it.

Is it possible that stupid attributes are contagious without relatives?

I can’t help but step back.

Leave your forehead, your face is twisted.

“You’re talking about the rumors at the college. It’s all fake. Ang is not as bad as they say. He fights not to bully. Not to mention feelings, though they look like scum. But he never lived with any girl for more than a decade, never talked to a single person before he fell in love with you,” he said, “I don’t know what little son of a bitch is jealous of, spreading rumours all day and all night that corrupts my reputation, and we don’t even know him.” I’m sorry.

I was silent, and I did not know whether I was exaggerating or scolding him.

“Anko really likes you. I’m sorry.

Do you think I believe you?

It’s a bit of a rush, “Really.” He didn’t say a word when he was in the infirmary and when the school doctor gave An, he could laugh at you with his phone! I’m sorry.

Help.

Dead voices suddenly attacked me.

I want to say again, the phone suddenly rings.

He answered the phone and called An, and he said,

“I’m sorry, Joe. I am sorry to laugh.

I’m so numb.

He walked two steps and suddenly turned his head and looked at me very carefully.

“Joe, these things should not have happened to me outside, but Ang is really a very good person and you should have tried to understand him yourself. I’m sorry.

I’m kind of in the middle of something.

Unlock the phone and kiss the baby still be quiet.

I’ve been in a comfortable relationship with him since we met.

A lot of times a few pictures don’t speak, and they understand each other, and he gives me the feeling of being an honest, warm and interesting person.

I’ve been thinking about what he looked like when I met him.

But I didn’t expect one day to meet so quickly.

I was a little lost in a moment.

I like the kiss, baby, the school of business.

He’s exactly what he is.

I went back to the dorm and the door was locked.

Three roommates sat on a chair staring at me, half a watermelon.

I looked at myself.

Good melon.

What a big melon.

He looked up and looked at his roommates with six eyes.

Okay.

What a big three.

No. 1 Chen Shui pulled out the phone and put it in front of me.

“What’s going on? Why are you walking with Cheng? I’m sorry.

I’m suffocating.

“Lin Coco let Cheong-an block me, and I beat him. I’m sorry.

The rest of them had to raise their thumbs. I’m sorry.

“Is this lincoa too much to play?” Isn’t it just a sequence? Is it necessary to do things that don’t get on the stage? I’m sorry.

My roommate knows all about Lincoln’s dissatisfaction with me.

They were with me a few times before, and Linco was next to the yin and yang.

I do not care: “She has now been disqualified and remembered.” I’m sorry.

And I went through it again with my roommate.

#2 # Zhou Zhou # Bite a piece of a melon # # # Who let them bully you # I’m sorry.

A large sip in the sweet mouth of No. 3 can’t speak, but can only join and nod.

Hand me a piece of melon.

I took the bite.

Tears fell unchallenged.

Nice melon.

“Isn’t Cheon-an the one who was said to fight? I looked at the pictures in the white wall, the good guys, the broken arms. Zhou is happy to talk.

“I saw it too! “Sweet, swallow the melon and nod.

“Is it true that a fight can get hit like this? Chen Xue said suddenly he took a look at me, “But being beaten by our sister Joe, it’s true. I’m sorry.

I hold on.

“The society, my sister Joe, must bleed.” I’m sorry.

I’m not, I’m not, don’t be ridiculous.

In fact, when they first met me, I was a young girl in a white dress who looked so soft.

My mother was happy when she sent me to school: “Good, good, good, don’t walk away.” I’m sorry.

I’m…

We’ll go to the bathroom later.

“You better not think about changing it,” my mother looked at me, and she hated steel, and you said, “You’re such a big girl, what’s with you? I’m sorry.

♪ I can’t ♪

You want to have a baby with me?

I’m talking to you, I’m looking at my mom’s bank card and I’m taking it back.

“The other girl started falling in love in junior high, and your aunt next door talked to me about her daughter the other day, saying that the two kids were sweet and sweet all day, that the boys were handsome and polite and good, and that they came to her house to eat and make her aunt behave so well,” and my mom said, “Someone else’s diary is full of teenage love. You can’t even write a diary!

“I had to pull a little note out of the corner. They said they liked you. You gave him the balls to leave school. I’m sorry.

I was like, “Why did you go through the room? You don’t respect my privacy! I’m sorry.

My mom got mad at me when she heard, “Who’s tired of cleaning the room and asking me to clean up?” I’m sorry.

It’s me.

“Your mother and I aren’t the kind of feudal people who can talk about love. Where’s the rest of them? I’m sorry.

Mom, how can you curse?

“I didn’t realize that before the university fell in love with your father, and I’m tired of watching him now. I’m sorry.

“A recorded, give me half a million deletes. I’m sorry.

My mom gave me a big mouth to eat.

Woo.

I’m not convinced to say, “How can you insist on such a thing? It’s natural to have it.” I’m sorry.

My mom looked at me and said, “What is it?” I’ll hold you up for months and you’ll meet someone. I’m sorry.

I consciously shut up.

“I know you’ve got a good life at college, but you’ve got to stop a while, enjoy your life, take a little part in your activities, wear a little dress, wear a make-up, don’t try to fight, I’ll let you go when you’ve been fighting. It’s for your own protection, not for your meeting.

Master, stop it!

I took a bank card from her and got out of the car with my luggage and ran into the gate.

My mother got mad to get out of the car and yelled at me, and was told to stay out of the way by the security guard.

The next second I heard from my mother, “Joe, you better remember what I said or don’t come back.” I’m sorry.

“Drive the phone, give me half a million, or I’ll report you.” I’m sorry.

My mom doesn’t answer.

One more, I’m blacked out.

Life is tougher, my life is tougher.

I took my suitcase to check in, and a lot of people on the way said they’d help me.

That’s not funny.

I waved my hand, I carried my suitcase, I walked like a fly.

And then there was no one.

When I got down to the dorm, I met my roommate, and I was so eager to help them carry their suitcases to the sixth floor.

Then they call me Sister Joe.

If you carry a suitcase, you get three beautiful sisters.

Big money.

And then the four of us had a good relationship. We talked a lot.

I’m in love with this, and they know it. Zhou’s happy and sweet and happy to say that I’m running an iron tree and I hate to put a banner on the door of the dormitory.

I suppressed it.

Only Chen Xue felt that cyber-loves were not easy, and many times reminded me not to be deceived.

I hate it.

Hate yourself to disobey.

The melons suddenly don’t smell.

They saw me sighs and thought I was still unhappy.

“Don’t be unhappy, it’s over. I’m sorry.

“That’s right, no one’s asking for you anymore, and I’ll be back early for a break. I’m sorry.

I’m silent.

“I’m afraid this is not going to work. I’m sorry.

They:

“I met my online lover today. I’m sorry.

“It’s Chengan. I’m sorry.

The dormitory was quiet.

And a bang, and a sweet melon fell on the ground, and she cried, “My melon!” I’m sorry.

No, it’s my melon.

“It’s a good thing that you’re still alive.” Is there any chance of a mistake?”

I lighted the phone, put it on the table, played the voice.

My cell phone has my voice: “Baby, my sister’s saving the missus. We’ll find you later. I’m sorry.

I killed myself.

Zhou Joy’s eyes are shining, “Sister, how lovely! I love it!”

I’d be happy if I did.

“I sent this voice to my baby, and I was going to hit someone, and I saw Cheng-Ann pull out his cell phone and put out my voice. I’m sorry.

I hold the melon, my nails go into the melon.

“He even turned on the speaker! Everybody heard it! I’m sorry.

Men and women cry.

“Ah, aah, aah.” Zhou is filled with joy.

Chen Xue-soo: “The school has lost its arm.” I’m sorry.

I’m crying directly from the pear.

I’ll get it.

A piece of watermelon juice with a chin.

“So he lied to you before? I hear you have a lot of girlfriends at Chengan College? Zhen snowbrow wrinkled.

“He’s hard, he’s hard, he’s hard, and Zhou’s got a bite.” I’m sorry.

I thought of what I had to say.

“I don’t know, my brother came to me and explained to me that it was something that had been told. I’m sorry.

“Can I be trusted?”

I shook my head: “I don’t know.” I’m sorry.

Chen Shelton, “It’s like this, too. The rumor about the school boss is that he’s fighting hard, but he’s never seen a girl around. I’m sorry.

Zhou was so happy to say, “It’s fake, it’s a fight, it’s a schoolhouse.” I’m sorry.

I’m a crazy nod.

Yes, yes!

In the end, I’m the wildest man in this college!

“I think you two still have to see each other,” he says, “We’ve been talking about Cheon-Am, and we’ve been listening to each other, and we haven’t seen it with our own eyes. If Cheng An is really so aggressive, the college won’t let go. I’m sorry.

I nod my head, and this time I can see that the teachers at the college are really just and responsible.

“And you were really happy when you were all in love. See, you’re a smart girl. I believe in your eyes. There may be some misunderstanding. I’m sorry.

Sweet! My sweet!

I’m hot in my heart.

Chen Xue and Zhou Yui nod their heads.

But meeting this thing.

I’m suffocating, I turn my head and I see myself in the mirror.

Good boy, Director Sun’s same pain mask!

I waved, “Forget it, let’s talk about it. I beat him so hard that if he didn’t lie to me, how embarrassing. I’m sorry.

I’m still buzzing.

Three nods, that makes sense.

“Then I’ll see you guys in a few days. I’m sorry.

I touch the nose.

A little guilty.

I’m afraid it’s not good for a while.

Zhou Hao stood up and clapped his hands: “Well, I don’t want to be unhappy anymore, we’ve got no class today, we’ll wait outside for a good meal!” I saw some lobsters out there the other day. Wow, that smell can smell from far away! I’m sorry.

Lobster!

A couple of people just left the door and went straight to the lobster.

I left Cheng behind.

I just didn’t think I’d heard from Cheonan that night.

I watched his words go into my mind.

I know every word, but why do they come together?

[Sister is too good! I’m sure it’ll be a pain in the ass! I like my sister more today! _

I don’t know.

He’s not sick.

I hit one slow?

Cheng came back immediately:

It’s been a while. I don’t know how to say it.

I looked on the screen and I was entering, rubbing my forehead.

The roommates are asleep.

I walked to the balcony and closed the door, and I called Cheng-an.

He probably didn’t think I’d be so direct, and after a while of the phone call, half a day came to his stammering voice, “JoJoejo, Joe Zoe.” I’m sorry.

It’s a little low on the microphone. It’s a familiar kiss.

He’s not even heard his voice.

I softly audible.

A little silence.

“You…”

“You…”

I don’t know.

“I am…”

“I am…”

I don’t know.

“Speak first…”

“You let me say it first!”

Cheon-an couldn’t bear to laugh.

Don’t laugh!

“Why don’t you tell me you’re Cheng-an?” You didn’t come to see me when we were at a college? I’m sorry.

I was with my dear baby and friend last June.

Shortly after the high school exams, a little band of people I loved had an online live concert, and at the end of the concert, a group of fans, and the band members were talking to fans.

The concert, though online, was still so hot that even the drummer’s hammer looked hot.

The crowd is full of brothers and sisters I can.

I’m tiring fast: So handsome! I can do it again!

There’s this guy, id, who’s called Whisper, who’s passionately and politely expressing his love for the band and asking several professional questions about music.

Harry was very visible in the crowd.

We look sick.

I deleted the words that had not been sent out in the chat box.

And then he lit up on his home page and asked for attention.

This man is so special!

I knew him from the back because of the band. I knew him from the same town as me.

I’ve been calling him Whiskey. He called me Jojo.

I forgot to ask my name when I screamed.

Weird.

But.

Heart move is unconscious.

Maybe it’s just the same band, maybe it’s all the same, maybe it’s always the same.

Heart move is unconditional and cannot be traced.

On the first winter break in the first year of New Year’s Eve, close to midnight, I followed my parents back to the outskirts of the city and watched the spring night with my grandparents.

He called me.

I snuck up in the yard and he played the guitar over there and laughed and said he’d play me a song.

He played a part, and I heard it in the band.

I think I know what he means. My heart’s beating.

After the song, he clears his voice and calls me, and it’s a little loud.

I’m so scared to scream out and nod over the screen.

He took a deep breath: I’m happy…

Then I blew up next to him.

The firecracker blew up.

I’m holding the trigger against my dad with the lighter.

And when the firecrackers struck the sky, my father cried out to me, “My good boy!” Happy New Year!

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

The firecrackers will soon be over, and my dad waved at me and came in happy.

I’m suffocating.

Pick up the phone, two people didn’t stop laughing.

The mood is gone, but the boyfriend is still there.

I was really happy with him, and I’ve been happy with him since.

I was so happy and so angry now.

“I told you when I got my letter of admission, and you knew we were alumni and you didn’t tell me. What do you mean, I’m afraid I’ll stop you?”

The phone is silent.

“JoJojo, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I suddenly felt soft.

“Remember, I asked you once, what kind of person I hate. I’m sorry.

I thought about it, once.

He didn’t send me a message the other day, and I was so busy in class that he didn’t show up until night and asked me who I hated.

I’m getting tired of my hair, and I’m just saying, “You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you,

I’m sorry.

I’m silent.

“Remember,” Cheng sighs, “I came out of the Ministry of Engineering when I asked you that day. I’m sorry.

All right, I got caught in a fight and I got out of there.

“As soon as the Academy asked Cheng An, they would say it was a stinger who didn’t learn how to fight. I’m sorry.

“I really want to see you. I’m sorry.

“But I’m afraid you’re disappointed. I’m afraid you hate me. I’m sorry.

I’m afraid you’ll never see me again before I get to you.

Me?

Where’d you get that?

I couldn’t help but interrupt him: “Is this who you are? I’m sorry.

Cheng An’s voice is a little bit of ours: “If it’s literally a little bit of it…”

“I do fight a lot, but I’m not a bully, I’m not a scum! “And I never liked you alone!” I’m sorry.

I’m a little embarrassed by this sudden confession.

“I’m not soft in the face of a beautiful girl like you today. I’m sorry.

Shit.

This guy’s like that.

I had a cough, and I thought of today’s hard work, and I felt a bit guilty.

“Then you can’t keep it from me. We’ll meet one day. I’m sorry.

“I don’t know what to do. I almost believed all the rumors about me at the college. I’m sorry.

I’m embarrassed to touch my nose, and I believe it.

“But I don’t really fight anymore! There’s a lot of talk going on between them.

“I’m afraid I can’t. I’m sorry.

“You’re lying! I’m fighting! No one in the whole college can beat me! I’m sorry.

♪ I can’t ♪

Why are you still so proud?

I’m taking off my arms today

And guess what I was thinking, and he coughed, “It was an accident today, and I knew you weren’t going to fight back after you were JoJo. I’m sorry.

I thought about it, like.

In addition to the initials, Cheng An caught my fists, and behind them was a state of defence, silently beaten in the face.

And then I took off my arm and I couldn’t stop my face.

“I’m afraid my hands will hurt you. And it’s my fault you beat me up. I’m sorry.

That’s a good conscience.

Wait.

“Fearing to hurt my hand?”

Cheon-an didn’t notice anything: “Yes, I fought so hard, what if I hurt you?” I’m sorry.

“Do you despise me? I’m sorry.

“No, I…”

“Stop it, let’s fight again sometime. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

Cheng was unable to speak, apparently not expecting this.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and I was like, “I’m driving.”

Before he said it, he heard the sound of his teeth biting. You’re here to apologize to your girlfriend! I’m not here for a date! I’m sorry.

There are several adjoining voices around.

I’m just kidding. You get some rest in your mouth.

Boo!

Cheong-an, you’re out again! Don’t leave tomorrow! I’m sorry.

Cheng An didn’t come to see me until the last class in the afternoon.

The chat record stopped last night after he hung up on the phone and said good night.

I wondered if I had gone too far to take off my arms during the day, was punished and asked to fight the next night.

He’s hurt worse anyway.

I’m sorry, I’m guilty.

I should wait until he’s hurt.

The sighs were packed, and as soon as I got to the entrance of the stairwell, I saw a long neck and a anxious residual.

The pink stickers on your face are very visible.

Quite the man!

If I see my eyes bright, I can’t help but say that An is taken away.

♪ I can’t ♪

The subway, Grandpa, the phone.

“Anko was taken home by his father early this morning, and he asked me to come and tell you before he left, so you don’t get mad at him, and when he came back to meet you to explain. I’m sorry.

I didn’t know what to say.

You didn’t say I thought he was in.

“I have no contact with you.” I didn’t have time to eat at noon. I asked around. I’m sorry.

“I came back after linco gave you the schedule. I’m sorry.

Where’d Linco get my schedule?

That’s not the point.

“Will he send me a message himself? I’m sorry.

“Ah … he forgot his phone, but he looked away, and I didn’t know his password. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

“What’s his dad doing with him? “For fighting yesterday?”

“The Minister should have called Ang’s father yesterday, and he didn’t look so good, and guessed his father was coming for him, but he didn’t expect to be so quick.” I’m sorry.

“Well, it’s bad to live too close, and to go to college, you’ll be invited to your parents. I’m sorry.

I’m holding up.

There’s to be covered.

“Is his father very harsh? I’m sorry.

“Well, and I don’t like to fight with Ango,” and I’m sorry. “Ango and his dad had a few fights, and they were nervous. I’m sorry.

It’s a family emotional dispute.

It’s superb.

I waved, “I know, I’ll talk to him when he gets back.” I’m sorry.

They said they were leaving, and they found that the rest was still there.

I’ve thought about it, and I’ve done it a little bit.

Although the donkey is not my donkey.

I smiled at him, “Will you eat with me?” I’m sorry.

If there’s a mirror right now, I must be a standard eight teeth.

And the rest of them even retreated: “No, I’m not hungry at all. Go on, bye-bye.” I’m sorry.

Says the smoke went away.

♪ I can’t ♪

That’s not what you said at first.

I was in a bad mood to go to the canteen and wept two bowls with tears.

I thought Cheng An would be back soon.

And then the week went by, and nothing happened.

I still haven’t heard from him.

I sat in front of the computer and didn’t read a word of it.

Turn around and look straight at me.

“What? I’m sorry.

“Look, you’ve groaned many times this afternoon. I’m sorry.

We choked, “Did we?”

Chen Xue’s serious nod.

“Ah, this is a very difficult subject,” I pointed to the computer, and I said, “We teachers let all the data be recalculated, and we get a headache in the form. I’m sorry.

“But you opened the document.” I’m sorry.

Rusty.

I groaned and I fell down on the table and started to stomp.

Zhou Joy and Xuxiang are in the same class. Today there is a class.

Chen Shui dragged the chair next to me.

“For Cheng’s sake?”

I didn’t mean to keep it, um…

If I’m the only real man in our dorm, then Chen Xue is the most thoughtful girl in our dorm.

She’s been a big sister since the beginning of school and she’s taken care of us. It’s always the same age, but it’s always easier to see things than we do.

On a number of occasions, there were minor contradictions between Chen Xue ‘ s mediation.

“He was taken back by his father the day after he fought with me, and he hasn’t come back to me and he hasn’t sent me an explanation. I’m sorry.

I sat up and I got a slap on the keyboard.

“How can he be so cold, so ruthless, so unreasonable? I’m sorry.

Chen Shemmer now.

“I should have been angry, and I should have just deleted his tweets, deleted his phone, and kept him out of contact with me. I’m sorry.

“But I’m a little off. I’m sorry.

“I was with his best friend on New Year’s Eve in June of last year, and it’s almost five months now,” and I’m like, “Oh, my God, it’s almost a year.” I’m sorry.

“A few minutes before Rinco brought him here, we were on the phone discussing the band’s new song and the need to go to the scene later. I’m sorry.

I can’t breathe. I can’t even feel the sound.

Chen Xue has been busy handing me some paper.

I stung my nose.

The violent man cried.

“Well, instead of thinking about it here, why don’t you wait for Cheng An to explain to you in person, and maybe he didn’t have the time to come back and shoot me in the back?” Is there anything that bothers you or makes you uncomfortable? Even a little bit?”

I wanted to shake my head for a long time.

Not really, not at all.

He’s got a good temper and a bad temper, though sometimes.

But I’ve always had a good time talking to him, a good time, a good time.

I’ve always wondered how there were people who were so interesting and who were in my heart.

“That’s right. A man’s cover will always show up. I’m sorry.

“Search, don’t be disturbed by the outside world,” Chen Xue shot me in the back, “You knew him before the gossip, anyway.” I’m sorry.

Indeed.

I’d rather believe myself than the legend of the college.

Then I’ll wait for him.

Chen Xue finally took a breath, too.

Slap my shoulder and get up and push the chair back to my place.

I take a deep breath and I’m ready to continue my work.

Turns around and sees a bunch of random numbers in an empty document and two large letters in the last row.

SB.

I’m shaking with my computer finger.

Snow, it scolds me! I’m sorry.

weekend evening, I practiced in the auditorium.

It’s almost two months before the school day, and during this time the teacher has to come to me every day and even to watch.

I don’t understand why a college counselor is so busy.

But as soon as I turned, I could see him staring at me, watching him and laughing at me.

Move! All of a sudden, the burden on you is heavy!

I am determined to honor the computer system and live up to Mr. Zhou’s expectations!

But more times, I find something wrong.

Like right now.

I was staring at Mr. Zhou, who was blushing on my piano face, and I was thinking.

I don’t know if it’s my eye or if it’s just an ordinary piano.

Take another look.

Then I followed Mr. Zhou’s eyes, crossed the piano and saw the beautiful sister over there.

(c) A consultant for Lincoln.

I slipped my fingers and made a very dramatic accent.

Mr. Zhou took his eyes off me and opened his mouth: “What’s wrong with Joe? I’m sorry.

Just stand up and walk over.

“I don’t know much about this music,” he looked at it and said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t have a musical talent. I’m sorry.

Very loud, not at all embarrassed.

The beautiful sister, who was supposed to coach the music department, turned around when he heard that.

“Where can Joe go? I can show you! I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth and said, “No, my hand slipped…”

Mr. Yang, come and show Joe to your classmates. I’m sorry.

You said you’d step back and wait for Miss Yang.

The beautiful sister is not only a counselor in the music department, but also a vocal lecturer at the college.

She came to me and asked me, “Where can it not be?” I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhou blinked madly at me.

I don’t know.

“It’s hard to keep up. * I’m suffocating with my fingers in a place on the score *

“Here, Mr. Yang made it.” “Here, practice more.” I’m sorry.

I’ll take a look.

It’s the simplest entry.

Mr. Yang touched my head and said, “Don’t be too nervous. I’m sorry.

I’m silent noding.

Teacher Chow, what do you owe me here?

“Yes, it’s a long time. Take your time.” Mr. Zhou turned his head and asked Mr. Yang, “How’s the rehearsal going?” I think you’re ready to dance? I’m sorry.

“It’s good. The students are working hard. The girls in the department dance well, sing well, and dance together. I’m sorry.

“It’s nice, Mr. Yang. You visit them every day? I’m sorry.

“No, I don’t usually have much time. They practiced dancing and singing on their own. Take them to the stage when you are free. I’m sorry.

“That’s good too. Little girls are serious. Can I come with you?”

“Yeah, just show me. I’m sorry.

“Joe-soo, keep practicing. I’ll come with Miss Yang. I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhou waved at me and followed him there, watching rehearsals while he was laughing.

The fun is theirs, I have nothing.

I’m sorry, I’m still practicing.

It’s been a while since Mr. Yang finished rehearsing.

Mr. Zhou looked at his back for a long time before he turned back.

I want to stop.

He’s hey hey smile.

“Joe-soo, you practice first, I’m leaving first. I’m sorry.

Mr. Chow, you’re always heartless…

“You’re not going to practice too late, you’re going to rest, you’re going to be in school, you’re going to be happy to be here.” I’m sorry.

I’ll forgive you first.

Teacher Chow is gone.

The rest of the departments are barely rehearsing in the auditorium, and a few of them are gone.

I’m the only one left to practice.

From the heart of sorrow, I decided not to practice and to go to the cafeteria for a snack.

And then the phone rings.

Ten minutes later, a sneaky head came out of the door. I’ll take a look, it’s Cheng-an.

He saw me see him, he did a little bit, and he came to me.

I didn’t see his face until I got close.

In the absence of a few days, the wounds on his face were almost as good as they were, except for an additional wound on his forehead, for unknown reasons.

He came to me and he was still breathing, and some of the things he called me, “JoJoejo.” I’m sorry.

“You’re out of jail?” I’m sorry.

What’s wrong with you?

I’m coughing.

“Your friend said you were taken back by your father. I’m sorry.

Cheng An was silent and noded: “Well. My dad took a leave of absence from the Dean and asked me to go back and reflect. Let me go back to college today. I’m sorry.

“Why didn’t you send me a message and call me? I’m sorry.

“I had a fight with him the day my father came to me, my cell phone fell,” he showed it to me, “I didn’t find it when I left, I didn’t have a spare, I just came back from under the table.” I’m sorry.

“I came to you as soon as I got back. I’m sorry.

He had a big crack on his phone screen.

“What about your forehead…” I’m sorry.

“My dad accidentally hit me.” I’m sorry.

“I didn’t ask me to tell you, lest you worry. I’m sorry.

The air was quiet and quiet.

If he doesn’t say so, I can think of how much he and his father had argued that day.

I saw his right hand was not cast and he was still hanging around his neck.

“You don’t need a plaster on your arm? I’m sorry.

“Huh? I looked down and looked at my hand, and I said, “Oh, no, it’s fine. The plaster is too much trouble. I’m sorry.

“I’m usually pretty good at getting hurt, and I used to have worse. I’m sorry.

He’s very flattered.

I’m so angry with my eyebrows: “Are you going to be better without plaster?” What about the second trauma?”

“Joe Joe, are you concerned about me?” I’m sorry.

And I said, “Who cares about you, I fear that you will not be well enough to blackmail me.” I’m sorry.

“I saw it, and you were worried about me.” I’m sorry.

And We pushed his hand against his face: “I did not! Do not look!”

And then he screamed, scared me and pushed people out.

Ah, ah this.

I have serious doubts that Chengan’s second trauma will still come from me.

Cheng-an looked down at his hand and he wrinkled.

“No, JoJo, you were afraid of hurting me so much that I could take my hand back, and I would grab your wrist and drag you into my arms, and I would look at you with all my heart and say, “Women, you can’t escape.” I’m sorry.

I watched Cheon-an pull his phone out of my sleeve and get it in front of me.

♪ I can’t ♪

I’d like to ask you something.

“What are you staring at all day and night?” I’m sorry.

‘I am not, I am not. I’m sorry.

He touched his nose: “The rest is for me, and it’s for the best, so let me try.” I’m sorry.

Says he showed me his phone.

It’s a green and green link.

How to Make a Good Man “How to Make a Woman Love You Deadly”

The last sentence: “Ang, you have my life’s treasure!” That’s what you’ll learn! It’ll work!

I’m silent.

I didn’t know what to say.

Cheon-an, I’m suffocating and looking at him, “You know what I’ve been waiting for. I’m sorry.

Cheng settled down and put the phone back.

Then come to me.

I just found out he was taller than me.

Jojo, he looked up at me with his head down, with his eyes open, and he looked at me, “I never lied to you.” I’m sorry.

“From the time we met online, all the time you saw and felt was me. I didn’t learn nothing, I didn’t bully little people, I didn’t play with people, my girlfriends. I’m sorry.

“They don’t know the truth, fear that I will be well, and call me well, and I am well-deserved. I’m sorry.

Cheon-an doesn’t care to shrug his shoulder.

But I clearly saw the dimness of his eyes.

“What does that have to do with me?” He smiled, looked at me, and said, “But you’re different, Jojo. I’m sorry.

“You’re funny, sincere and kind, and you’re always so new and cute in your head,” and I laugh, “I’ve often wondered how lucky I am to meet you. I’m sorry.

I’m exaggerated on a hot face.

“Well, no, I beat you so bad. I’m sorry.

“I can fight with my skin and my girlfriend’s angry at me! I’d love to! I’m sorry.

Ah, well, you just have fun.

“You’re the best Joe Joe in my eyes. I’m sorry.

“But the better you are, the more I worry I’m not good enough for you. I’m sorry.

Cheng sighs his breath and his emotions are clearly down.

I opened my mouth and didn’t know what to say.

“Because you don’t know how to do it, you don’t deserve JoJo. I’m sorry.

“I’ve always thought that there’s no big deal about being left or left by a reputation, and that one of my elders won’t lose a piece of meat. I’m sorry.

“It’s been going on and on and on, and I wanted to explain that nobody believed it. I’m sorry.

Cheng smiled and laughed.

“I’m afraid you don’t believe me either. I’m sorry.

Chengan, I raised his face, “Are you stupid?” I’m sorry.

“Ah?”

“You didn’t tell me. How do you know I’d believe it? I’m sorry.

I seriously looked into his eyes.

I’ve imagined many times, clean eyes.

“You said it yourself, but it’s a reputation. I don’t care much about fame. I’m sorry.

“I fought as a child, not less than you are now. I’m the same as you. I’m sorry.

“You are not one of them! There must be a reason for my Joe Joe to fight. I’m sorry.

I’m soft.

Indeed. I learned taekwondo when I was a kid and many people didn’t dare mess with me, but that doesn’t mean they won’t bully.

Like when my mom flipped it out, but she didn’t know who wrote the little note.

The notes were long ago.

The boy who was in elementary school at the time, and who I confessed to, was tall, strong, especially with bullying, likes to nickname other girls in the class, take other people’s things, and if he doesn’t, he’ll be in trouble after school.

One of the classmates could not bear to sue his parents or his teachers, and was taken lightly by the boy’s parents who said that the child was a child.

I put up with him for a long time, and he dared to confess to me.

He came to me and asked me how I was thinking, and I put the note in the book, and I took him out and beat him.

When his parents found out about the school incident, my mother heard about it and asked me what was going on.

The boys ‘ parents refused to admit that I was going to apologize for beating his son, or else they would make things worse and let the school fire me. I was panicking, feeling too impulsive, crying in front of my mother.

My mom didn’t know how to do it, but she found evidence that he was bullying him, and she got the kids who were being bullied to point him out.

Then the boy’s parents apologized and slipped away. It’s been a while since the boys moved to school.

My mom laughed at me for a long time after that and even took out her video and said it was fun to cry.

But I still think my mom is really cute.

She believed me all along.

She was my mother, so she believed her daughter all along.

But Cheon-an, I didn’t say anything, and he will believe me unconditionally.

I held Cheng An’s face and suddenly wanted to kiss him.

Okay, hold on.

The wounds on his face are still rinsing.

How can I be embarrassed?

“What an idiot! I’m sorry.

Cheon-an smiled, and he raised his hand and looked at me on my back, with light in his eyes: “Yes, Cheng-an is a fool. I’m sorry.

“Joe Joe, don’t be stupid. I’m sorry.

Loud and dumb, drunk and ignorant.

My old face is red.

Who can handle that?

“The question is, why did you fight? I still don’t get it. “How did this rumor come out? I’m sorry.

Cheng sighs.

This guy’s always sighing.

And We covered his mouth with one hand: “Don’t sigh.” I’m sorry.

The palms were warm, and Cheng An suddenly looked at me, and then I felt that my hands had been pecked.

I’m scared.

I have a clear feeling that the face at this moment is hotter than the smart machine on a human hand that will burn for a long time.

Cheng An smiles, the five officials are clear, they’re flying.

Like a thief.

I couldn’t help staring at him: “Speak nicely, don’t move. I’m sorry.

“But what I do is my mouth. I’m sorry.

Shame on you.

Forget it.

Not like an idiot.

I went to the piano and sat down and waved at Chengan: “Come on, come sit down and say something.” I’m sorry.

Cheon-an came by, a little hesitant.

And We took the stool with pride: “Sit down, do not be polite, be your own home.” I’m sorry.

Cheon An then sat down unkindly.

Almost squeezed me down.

“Why is your ass so big?”

Cheng-an heard the lie: “It’s this stool too small and too narrow! I’m sorry.

I looked at his long legs, which he had nowhere to put, and I looked at his very short legs.

Start thinking about the possibility of changing legs without pain.

Forget it, it’s too much.

I put my hand up and played a few pianos.

Qingchong’s music resonates in the auditorium, and the light on my head hits me and Chengan.

Silent and beautiful.

I looked at him.

“Why are you fighting? I’m sorry.

“Joe Joe, what do you think of our college? I’m sorry.

I was asked a mist: “It’s good. I’m sorry.

Our college is the city’s one-twenty-two-year-old college, ranked all over the country.

I didn’t want to be too far away from home to fill out my first volunteer at the college. My mom was afraid I wouldn’t make it.

I’m just kidding. I dumped the acceptance letter in front of her overnight.

“The College is a strong teaching institution, has a strong learning atmosphere, has beautiful buildings greening, and is very friendly. I’m sorry.

That’s great. The dean has to pay me.

“The college is really great, especially when the sun comes out, and the whole college is bright and beautiful.” I’m sorry.

“But Jojo,” Cheon-an looks at me carefully, “where we can’t see, where the sun can’t shine. I’m sorry.

“It’s really dark. I’m sorry.

And then I heard, about this college, or through it, the other side I never saw.

Cheng An was photographed in a college post by a school reporter during his military training because he was handsome. A lot of girls came to tell him. He didn’t care. And then one night after class, they got stuck.

I’m thinking of a girl who’s as good as I am if she’s trying to block the man I like.

Then Cheng An told me he was a bunch of boys.

To warn him of the boys.

Cheng An said he was blocked last time in junior high. He didn’t expect this to happen in college.

After evening classes that day, he went back a little late, as the head of the class and Yu left to send the information to the counselor, and went back to the alley behind the library, which was dark, where Cheng saw half a day to identify the person who had stopped him as a schoolmaster.

He thought that he and his friends were in trouble here, and he was ready to leave, so he changed his kindness and warned him in cold blood not to be too high-profile. People around him followed him.

I couldn’t hear him anymore.

The senior thought Cheng An was scared and took him away with two more scoldings and warned him to stay away from a girl before leaving, otherwise next time it would not be as simple as scolding him. Cheng was thinking of a girl who had told him several times.

He explicitly refused to do so every time, but the girl did not do anything so she could never beat him up.

Cheng-an didn’t take care of it, but it didn’t take long for the senior to block him. Cheon-an just fought with them.

The seniors turned their heads and told him he was a bully.

I’m listening to him, “Why is he so shy?” I’m sorry.

I can’t help but say, “What a shame! I’m sorry.

The head of the school, who had always been a moral and outstanding image in front of the teacher, had been an ambassador for the image of the college and had received many awards on behalf of the college, and the head and teacher of the school valued him. Cheng An had no evidence, and the beating did take place.

There’s no one to talk to.

As a result, Cheng An was punished and a group of seniors walked away.

After that, a lot of negative comments were emerging about Cheng-an, who, with his foot finger, wondered who did it.

But no one else knows.

The people in the class began to alienate him, and the counsellors withdrew from the position of the head of his class and even the head of the college came to talk to him. Last but not least, Minister Sun gave his word in the presence of the head of the court.

That’s why I know Minister Sun is Cheng’s uncle. No wonder last time he was in the Ministry of Education and Industry, he was very focused on the nature of Chengan.

That’s when I realized that Cheng An was the first to be bullied.

He probably knew that Cheng-Ann was connected to the college, and he didn’t dare to go out and find trouble, but he was still rubbing him behind his back.

“I don’t want to get in trouble, but it doesn’t mean that I should suffer for nothing.” I’m sorry.

The senior is one thing in front of the teacher and another in the back. With the exception of Cheng An, many have been bullied and have suffered loss. The girl who confessed to Cheng An has been harassed many times.

Cheon-an and Yu-Sun are just planning to talk to the girl and let her know that she’s with her. When Chai-nang went out with the girl, the senior came to the neighborhood.

The rest was hidden on video.

As a result, the video was placed in front of the head of the hospital, and the girl testified together with several people who had been bullied by the school chief. The Chief was discouraged and the others disciplined.

However, the Institute did not disclose the matter, but merely said that the Chief had dropped out of school for personal reasons. Cheng An was also found to speak to them, and Cheng An was removed from the punishment, saying that the matter would not be mentioned after it had passed, and that both lines implied the reputation of the College.

“Many people know that I’m having trouble with the senior, but they’re leaving school, and they say I’ve bullied him because of my relationship.” I’m sorry.

“The dean is my relative, and one of those who bully and chew on the back can’t escape. I’m sorry.

Cheng has suddenly settled and seems to be thinking about the feasibility of this: “Why don’t you let my uncle try again? My uncle’s a bit mean, but he’s got a lot of ideas for the students. How can a man’s life be called an usurpation of power?

“Big brother, forget it. I’m sorry.

I thank you for Minister Sun.

No one dared to bully Cheng An and no one explained his reputation.

Minister Sun was dissatisfied, but he was unable to influence the decisions of the College. He thought it would be better for everyone to forget it after three days of fighting and becoming a schoolboy.

“What happened to the fight behind you? I’m sorry.

Cheng An lifts his hand, he pushes his finger hard, and the piano, which is a very good sound, makes a very sharp sound.

“JoJoJoe, listen to this, and the best piano will make a stingy sound. I’m sorry.

“Where the sun cannot shine, there is more than one place. I’m sorry.

“The school master has done well by himself, the teacher likes it, he’s used to it, and he’s a very obvious bully. To say the least, he is a fool in a group of bullying offenders in schools. There are also many perpetrators of violence, many bullying methods that are undetected and unmanageable by the College. I’m sorry.

“The teachers who don’t know the truth have avoided me ever since I was a bad judge.”

“But someone came to me, came to me, said he wanted to be my friend, and he laughed at me. They just think that I’m a good fighter and that I’m gonna go with them and fuck people. I’m sorry.

I’m silent.

“So you beat everybody up? I’m sorry.

Cheon-an even noded his head: “I’m joking, I’ve never been a bully. How dare they? I’m sorry.

“I started by warning them, and they thought I was saying bad things to my brother and brother in front of me, behind my back,” and he grunted, “I love fighting and bullying, and I’m sorry for not following up on them.” I’m sorry.

What a man.

“However, there’s no way to solve the problem of violence, and the cancer has to be pulled out of the root,” I thought, “Just like the old senior’s incident, you can find evidence of their bullying, and you can get the oppressed to testify. You hit him like that, you’re still punished. I’m sorry.

“It’s not that easy.” I’m sorry.

“JoJoejo, not everyone dares to tell the truth in front of a teacher like you, to resist,” and he looks at me and laughs at me and says, “No one can beat a bunch of people when they are as good as you.” I’m sorry.

I couldn’t stand to stare at him.

Well, say I’m mean, I remember.

“Not to mention the moral aspect, which one of you can get to this college is not outstanding and has a flexible mind. But some people, they’re bad in his bones. I’m sorry.

“They know the institution’s system, the bottom line of the law, and what to do with impunity. It is not just talent that counts as school violence; isolation, threats and stigmatization can only be the simplest of their bullying. I’m sorry.

“I’ll just fight harder. And I fought with them, and warned them, and some of them who had little guts were afraid to bully. But there are still people who do what they want to do when others are afraid to report without evidence. I’m sorry.

“JoJojo, I’m not always able to show up when they’re bullying me,” he said, “They won’t rush to bring the evidence to me.” I’m sorry.

“Sometimes I fight them to the Department of Engineering, and they say they’re having trouble with each other because they’re afraid of it. My uncle believed that I was not a bully, but that I was easily in conflict. Let me think about it and write a review, and I’ll get it down. I’m sorry.

“But one’s trust is limited. He would never condone bullying, but he stood high, like many teachers, and it was hard to see the dark underneath. I fight a lot, and he thinks I’m really bad. I’m sorry.

“That’s why I was so angry the last time I heard about you. It’s the first time I’ve been remembered for saying that you don’t believe me. I’m sorry.

He wanted to ease the atmosphere, but I couldn’t laugh.

Cheng An, why are you so stupid?

I’ve got a twitch in my heart.

After all, he’s just an ordinary man.

He’s only been in the rain, so he wants to support others.

I was like, “You are the dumbest person I’ve ever met. I’m sorry.

But I think I like you more.

I like the way you see it.

From the beginning to the end, heart is clear, warm and bright.

It’s a little sad that Cheng An’s hand is pulling my sleeve.

“I’m a good fighter, but I’m a good fighter! Next time they bully me, I won’t do anything! I’m sorry.

I pulled my sleeve out of his hand.

Then put your hand in his hand, with his fingers tied.

“Stupid, next time, take your hands off. I’m sorry.

Cheng An’s eyes were lost, and it just lit up.

“And I’ll always believe you, whether you fight or you curse. I’m sorry.

His eyes were red.

Cheng was holding my hand tight, and the other hand was hanging around his neck.

He turned over his head and didn’t want me to see it, so he smiled and his voice was dumb.

“My dad doesn’t like me fighting, and he thinks I’m wrong every time, and even if I’m wrong, he’ll leave me alone,” and he goes around looking at me, “Thank you, Jojo. I’m sorry.

I saw tears in his eyes.

I saw him rip out his genuine and fragile heart and show me.

And We raised the other hand, and We wiped it for him, and told him in my heart.

Cheng-an, I got it.

The more dark the night out of the window, the brighter we should be.

Things are getting easier.

“Why don’t you ask me who I am because you’re afraid I don’t believe you? I’m a little curious, “Didn’t you think about what I look like? I’m sorry.

Cheon-an shakes his head: Whatever you look like, it’s my Jojo. I’d love to see you, but I won’t sneak up on you and ask about you. It’s not fair to you either. I’m sorry.

“I want to stand right in front of you. I’m sorry.

He laughed, “Thank you, JoJo, for giving me this opportunity. I’m sorry.

I’m covering my heart.

I’m glad I didn’t push him into the abyss like everyone else.

“Well, it’s over.” I rubbed Cheng-An’s head in his hand, and he grunted twice, but he didn’t hide. “We’ll be on a thief’s boat. I’m sorry.

Cheon-an suddenly thought of something that had been punished before.

“JoJoe Joe, I’m going to watch 10 lectures! I’m sorry.

“Who lets you have nothing to do with me?” I’m sorry.

“You didn’t tell me you went to school earlier, I didn’t know it was you,” he said, “Linco was my aunt’s daughter, growing up with me, a year younger than you.” I really thought she was being bullied at the college, so I went over there with her. I’m sorry.

“If she was really bullied, I wouldn’t leave her alone. But I didn’t think she was lying to me. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

“I always thought she was just spoiled by my aunt, a little stingy, but now she’s like this. I told my aunt about this. She’s been called home by my aunt. I’ll let her apologize to you when she gets back. I’m sorry.

I was suffocating when I looked into Cheng’s honest eyes.

Well, of course it was his choice to forgive him.

I looked at the time, it was late.

“Let’s go back to the dorm and get caught by the housekeeper later.” I’m sorry.

I got up and closed the lid. I felt a little emotional.

When Linco was hanging around me and touching the lid several times, I felt something wrong with her, and she tried to assassinate me.

I’m just kidding. I’m Joe, someone who’s been fast for years and has never been surpassed.

But now I don’t blame her anymore.

And thank her for pushing Cheng An to me.

And I turned off the light, and closed the door, and Cheon-Aan kept holding my hand and following me.

Hey, what a sweet burden.

There weren’t many people on the road by the time we got outside.

The light on the side of the road was very bright, and I looked at two shadows on the ground moving from the front to the back and back.

And then again.

Cheng’s walking next to me and laughing.

“That’s great, Jojo.” He’s got a smile in his eyebrow, and he’s holding my hand like a kid, “I’m happy, and now you’re with me. I’m sorry.

My heart is soft.

“Imbecile. I’m sorry.

I’ll be with you later.

At the entrance to the dormitory, I let go of Cheng An’s hand and found a thin sweat in my hands.

It’s been hard for Joe to live for almost 19 years, and that’s the first time he’s held hands.

A little nervous, but feeling good.

My mom wouldn’t lie to me.

The teacher in the dorm is ready to lock the door, and I’m gonna wave at him and I’m gonna go upstairs, and Cheng is pulling me back and holding me in my arms. I was afraid to press his hand, but he pressed me and kept me from moving.

I just feel like my heart stopped.

There was a small yellow light coming from the street, and there were two shadows on the ground.

And he put his chin on my shoulder, and strung his face down on my hair, filled with sighs.

Remarkably, commit.

“JoJojo, you can always trust Chengan. I’m sorry.

Nothing happened in the next few days.

I have classes during the day and practice the piano at night.

When she was free, she stuck her hand to me, and she smiled at me, “JoJojo, look, I’ll say my hand is fast.” I’m sorry.

Turning around and saying with joy, “It’s because my Jojo loves me and doesn’t hurt me. My Jojo is so beautiful.” I’m sorry.

Just be happy.

The roommate knew I made up with Cheng An and knew about Cheng An.

They don’t put a filter on him because I like them anymore.

And started calling me brother’s woman.

Kidding.

“Man, you must always bow to me and please me at all times.” I’m sorry.

Cheon-Ann’s a mess.

And We looked at him with his confused and frightful eyes, with a high nostrils, with a small drumming of his face, and with his wet yellow lips.

♪ I can’t ♪

And I looked at him, and he had a platinum in his mouth and a half of it was out there.

I was angry: “How can you steal? I’m sorry.

And Qan’an’s eye swallowed it with his mouth: “I am not I, I’m sorry.

And I came to him, saying, ‘You speak so well, I see you, and your mouth is flowing.’ I’m sorry.

He said he put a hand on it and he was caught without showing it.

“You want to destroy the evidence? I told you…”

Then Cheng An came up, and he looked at it, “JoJoejo, this evidence cannot be kept.” I’m sorry.

And the next second, I felt a little soft on my lips.

The lips are filled with sweet sweetness and his dumbness.

“That should be the case. I’m sorry.

I feel like a few seconds, minutes, centuries.

Cheon-an let me go, rubbed my lips softly, and shuddered in the abdomen.

He smiled and asked me, “Is it sweet?” I’m sorry.

Help.

Help!

And I covered my face, and I said, “What is the matter with you?” You don’t…

“I’m an asshole,” and I’m happy to lift my chin. I’m sorry.

Changed, Cheng An changed.

He wasn’t like that at first!

My face is still burning when I get back to the dorm.

Zhou Hao still thinks I have a fever and is busy looking for medicine. Chen Xue stopped him.

Chen Shuyu smiled and laughed: “Someone has just been sent back by their boyfriend. I’m sorry.

Zhou was shocked and turned around and looked at me: “What’s wrong with Zhang? I’m sorry.

Chen snowbrow jumps.

And I covered my mouth with joy: “Don’t ask, this is not what a child of yours should know.” I’m sorry.

Chen Shui and Xu Siu-suk are laughing.

“We are in love and shy.” I’m sorry.

My face is hotter.

Zhou’s response was to break my hand and hold my heart in pain: “I am truly anxious for you, and you kill the dog with a knife?” I’m sorry.

I’m not I don’t.

Zhou’s eyes on my red face: “My sister Joe is still in trouble.” I’m sorry.

She raised a thumb and said, “Big brother is a big brother.” I’m sorry.

Chen Shui and Xu Suk-suk are laughing around.

I thought about that spicy kiss, and my heart beats fast.

Forget it, brother’s woman is handsome.

Let him go this time.

After two days, Cheng came to apologize with Linco.

I can’t see you for days, I can’t see you anymore.

She looked at me and bowed to me in a formal manner, with a sincere look: “I’m sorry that I’ve been in trouble not only with you for the school day, but also with your hands, and I’m very sorry that my brother was blocking you. I hope you forgive me and give me a chance. I’ll change my mind. I’m sorry.

Then I bowed to you.

I was shocked by the bow of Linco and the voice of her sister, who said it was okay to even swing.

I’m not angry.

Cheng An told me that Lincoln knew that the school’s rumours about Qianjin had been false, but in a spirit of non-waste, he brought him here to scare me.

I didn’t think I’d practiced taekwondo and fought directly with her brother.

When she saw me forgive her, she held my hand happily: “I lied that day, my brother was not bad, he was kind and gentle, he had passed the sixth grade, he was tall and handsome, he had a good voice, he loved exercise, he used to work and he liked little animals, and you were so talented…”

I hear something and I don’t feel right.

Turning around, he saw Cheng Ang’s head noding and his face full of children.

“How much did Cheng give you?” I’m sorry.

I can’t believe it. He said it was the truth. He wouldn’t give me a hundred bucks. I’m sorry.

Qianan gnawed his teeth: “Lin Coco! I’m sorry.

Well, that’s a tricky man.

“Why are you killing me? Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’m sorry.

“Don’t blame your brother, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pissed him off,” he said, “But my brother is too angry to scare my sister.” I wouldn’t be angry with my sister if she was so pretty. I’m sorry.

I was knocked out of my head by a sweet sister.

This is my little baby.

“Lin Coco, open your hands.” I’m sorry.

If we don’t wait, then Linco will let go. I’m sorry.

Cheng An pulled me to the side, asked her to leave in black, and Linco shouted at him to kill the donkey.

Rinco apologized to me again and left me for the school day.

Don’t forget to let Cheng An transfer her money before leaving.

Cuan-la secretly watched my face.

I looked at him funny.

“Joe Joe, I do have all these advantages! You’ll find out when you’ve been with me! I’m sorry.

I played on his forehead: “I’ve always believed you. I’m sorry.

“JoJojo is so nice. I’m sorry.

I patted him in the head and looked up to him.

Mr. Zhou stood next to his beautiful sister, Mr. Yang, and I saw him in the eye of his eyes, leaving his hand and blushing to his ears.

Get out of here!

I call the good guys.

Mr. Zhou tried to pre-empt him before he opened his mouth. I’m sorry.

After saying that I can’t bite off my tongue, the teacher next to him smiles.

Mr. Yang smiled softly at me: “How are you? I’m sorry.

I nod my head, and then I brought over the fossilized Zhang An.

Cheng An looked up and laughed worse than crying: “Teacher Zhou, Teacher Yang. I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhou’s voice has changed. I’m sorry.

The teacher next to you, Mr. Yang, also stunned.

“You guys, what are you? Mr. Zhou’s obviously lost his mind.

Mr. Zhou stopped talking and asked me, “Did you get threatened? I’m sorry.

I’m laughing.

Mr. Chow, I’m in love with Cheng An, and I’m taking Cheng An’s hand and shaking, “Free Love.” I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhou’s eyebrow was still twisted, and he looked at Cheng’s face and suggested that I should go with him.

I felt a little stiff, and then I was ready to let go of my hand and hold it even harder.

“Mrs. Chow, I know what you’re going to say,” I smiled at Mr. Chow, and I said no, “I know what I’m doing. Thank you, Mr. Chow. I’m sorry.

“I know Chengan. He’s fine. I love it. We’ll always be together. I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhou was stopped by Mr. Yang.

“It’s good to be in love, to have a good time in college,” she smiled at us, “Friends are a matter of her own, be brave if you like it, don’t care what others think.” I’m sorry.

“The teacher believes that the students have their own judgement. I’m sorry.

I’m hot.

I watched Mr. Zhou say something else, and I was staring at him.

Sister is so handsome!

I’ll see you later. I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhou was so busy calling me, saying, “If you’re being bullied, come to the teacher!” The teacher will make the decision! “It’s not like I’m going to be able to take a look at you again.”

Mr. Yang turned back and held his hand: “Let’s go, let’s not worry about other young people falling in love.” I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhou’s face just got red again. And then Mr. Yang pulled away.

I said, “I can’t believe they’re together so soon. But how much does Teacher Chow look a little… I’m sorry.

“It’s probably love.” I’m sorry.

He said he turned around and looked at me, “JoJoe, do you smell any burning?” I’m sorry.

I smelled it, “No?” I’m sorry.

Then he raised my hand and put it on his chest: “My heart is burning for you.” I’m sorry.

Thank you, there’s dirt.

I couldn’t take a good look at him: “Is your review ready for tomorrow’s college meeting, the main target of the rally, Cheng An?” I’m sorry.

“Ah, not yet,” Cheng An doesn’t care to shrug his shoulder, “I’m familiar with writing, I’m professional.” I’m sorry.

I’m silent.

I’ll be back in a minute. I’m sorry.

“I just want to be with you right now,” and Cheon-Ahn looks at me like, “JoJoe-Joe, I don’t want to leave you, I leave you for a second, like a fish out of water, and I can’t breathe. I’m sorry.

Well said, don’t say another time.

The next morning, the College held a general meeting in the auditorium.

The counsellors sent a seating list in the group two days ago to get there early. As a result, our dormitory was high last night, we were all up late and the General Assembly was about to start when we got there.

The computer department was very close. I finished talking to Chen Xue and found out there was no place.

Mr. Chow is in the front, and he turns around and he finds me standing, waving at me, asking me to take a seat.

I looked around and there was an empty seat in the next hall.

“Hello. Is anyone here? I’m sorry.

And the male next to him saw my eyes shining, and he said, “No one is left behind. And then gave me a way.

I nod my head and I sat down with my thanks.

The leader of the stage has begun to speak, and the boys sitting next to me suddenly come to me and ask me, “Who are you? I’m sorry.

“The computer system.” I’m sorry.

The boy exaggerated: “I can’t see you’re so pretty. I thought it was the management department or the music department.” I’m sorry.

“I love this profession.” I’m sorry.

The boys wanted to talk again, and I turned to the stage, “The leader is speaking. I’m sorry.

The boys shut their mouths and turned their heads and whispered to their friends while looking at me.

I was sipping out a circle of friends on my cell phone: [As a handsome guy, it’s always a pain in the ass.] Big brother smokes.

It’s refreshing. It’s a well-known man down there.

Cheng An sent me a message suddenly.

There’s an idiot: _

I’m: I got you. _

There’s an idiot:[? ! _

Half a day later.

There’s a fool: _

There’s an idiot: _

There’s an idiot: _

There’s an idiot: _

Watch my brow jump.

I was sipping: [Nothing, I’m flattered.] I envy you for having such a beautiful girlfriend. _

There’s an idiot: [ Chuckles ]! I envy myself! _

I smiled, and across the screen I could think of his tail going up to the sky.

Then the message from Chengan came back.

There’s a fool:

There’s an idiot: _

I: […]

I don’t know, sit next to me. _

There’s an idiot: [ Chuckles ] Do they want you to believe it? _

There’s an idiot: How dare you move your women? _

There’s an idiot: _

I: […]

I’m: [Shut up and class.] _

There’s a fool: [Whispering, JoJo is killing me.] _

I didn’t return his phone.

The Congress is a study seminar for the College, which must be attended by the first and sit on the inside. If you want to come to the other grades, you can find yourself an outsider.

Cheng An had two classes in the morning, and Minister Sun had scheduled the review of him and Linco at the end, saying that he would come back after class.

I was afraid he would be too late to know I was wrong until more than an hour later and the leaders on the stage spoke with passion and generosity.

I was a good, moral student.

Now I am a good student with ethics and qualities but no soul.

I was drowsy and suddenly I heard those around me applauding.

I woke up, and I followed him with tears.

Is that a clapping?

It’s a fear of life, a song of freedom.

Then I saw Minister Sun in a dress, with a serious look.

Last week, something bad happened at our college. In the first year of music, lincoco and in the second year of business, the students of the second year of computer were surrounded. It is highly commendable that Jozo has been trained in self-defense, has resisted and has later been proactive in telling the truth to the teacher. In view of the fact that Linco and Chengan had become fully aware of their mistakes and had adopted a correct attitude, it had also originated in a misunderstanding and had been reconciled with Chosun. The Institute ‘ s penalties are now published as follows: lincoa, Chengan each has been credited once, with a very high quality credit, and are reviewed at the current Congress. They receive five points each from the person concerned and are self-written and reviewed by the department. I’m sorry.

After Minister Sun had spoken, I saw Linco and Chengan on stage.

Rinco has a low profile and the whole person is depraved. Cheng’s hanging arm is down and he’s in a state of indifference with a review.

The auditorium was full of arguments.

“Amazing! I’ve seen you get caught in life! I’m sorry.

“The one who was really beaten up last week? I didn’t believe it. I’m sorry.

“Who’s this Joe? What’s up, girl?

“That Lin isn’t the new bouquet of music? It’s always nice and quiet. I didn’t expect to mix it with the school bull. I’m sorry.

I heard the boy laughing in contempt: “Who are the good people who hang out with the schoolboys? They might like that.” I’m sorry.

And there’s an uninvited laugh.

I put my hands on my knees, and I’m getting tight.

For the first time, I was in the midst of rumours, and listened to them with all due respect to others, as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

Why is there always so many people who want to fabricate insults against a person who doesn’t know, doesn’t know or even feel guilty?

Words are always killing knives.

It’s true that Linco has begun to read the review.

A group of people under the table are still being organized indiscriminately.

I turned around and laughed at them: “I don’t know what’s going on, I’m hurt in the back of someone else’s mouth. I’m sorry.

People around me shut their mouths and look bad.

“Go ahead and say it in front of the Academy.” I’m sorry.

The boy sitting next to me smiled and said, “Don’t be angry, we’re joking. I’m sorry.

“Let’s write a little message, I’ll buy you a cup of tea and make a friend.” I’m sorry.

I look at his smile and I just feel sick.

“Thank you, no need. I’m sorry.

The boys took the phone back and said fine.

When I heard him turn around, I said, “Isn’t he beautiful?

I’m not talking to him anymore.

Rin Coco and Cheng An soon finished reading the review and stood aside.

Minister Sun noded and was satisfied with their attitude.

He picks up the microphone: “This has not had any serious consequences, but it has been a bad one.” All those present are university students, who should be clear and informed of the truth, and who should not denigrate and denigrate. More seriously, such behaviour is a school bullying. You all have excellent results in getting into this institution, and you should know what can and cannot do. With regard to school bullying, it was a severe blow, regardless of grade, school, primary school, secondary school and university. Schools are places of study and peace, and we should resolutely resist bullying. The College has always been very concerned about the problem of bullying at school, and if it finds out again, it will be very hard to punish! I’m sorry.

Minister Sun is well-meaning and generous.

I’d like to take a breath when I think about Cheng An.

Many times, a lot of bullying, the college is invisible.

“At the same time, students must resist the bullying of the school, tell the counselor, tell the Dean, or come directly to the Ministry. Don’t be afraid. Fear only makes the perpetrators more aggressive. Here, I’d like to highlight Joe. I’m sorry.

“It’s worth learning that Jozo-sama is in danger in the face of bullying. But we’ve learned to defend ourselves, and if we’re confronted with bullying, it’s more important to protect ourselves and not be reckless. I’m sorry.

“Joe-soo is an example to be followed! * And I can’t believe it *

Let’s give it up.

The applause in the auditorium was louder than the applause of the drums that the director had delivered.

My heart is holding back my face and trying to reduce my sense of presence.

Who knows what Minister Sun will call me in the next second? I’m sorry.

What?

Help.

They’re doing a review. Why are you calling me? Why don’t you give me an award?

Everyone looked around with their necks stretching around, and I held my head around my seat and looked at Mr. Zhou trying to pull me.

No, I’ll do it myself.

I groaned, I stood up, I was quiet, and everyone looked at me.

The boy I spoke to consciously moved to the side. And when he passed by, he heard him whispering sarcasm: “I can’t see it, looking at such a beautiful, weak girl and fighting.” I’m sorry.

What? You say beautiful women are stabbing?

Thank you, I’ll take that as a compliment.

Mr. Chow, he was happy to slap me on my shoulder and gave me a gas signal.

I don’t know.

When I came up to the stage, I saw Minister Sun come to me laughing at where he found a flag.

Help, there is.

Don’t come near me!

Minister Sun didn’t notice any resistance on my face and came to me with a smile: “Joe, this is the flag from the Academy! I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, he opened the flag, and I saw eight big words on it with a golden line.

[indomitable, dare to fight]

The flag is also embroidered with dark lines, glittered with gold, fine and heavy.

I know that the College is now scrutinizing campus bullying, and I happen to be one of the best positive teaching materials available.

But not necessarily, really.

I was happy to catch the flag, and Minister Sun waved at the school reporters under the stage, and a group of people came up and took pictures.

Cheng An stood by and laughed at me.

I looked at him.

When Minister Sun turned around and looked at him, I heard him bite his teeth, and smiled. I’m sorry.

You’re still smiling nicely.

It’s Minister Sun.

At the end of the General Assembly, Minister Sun took Cheng-an away after a few words of comfort had passed through my shoulder.

Cheon-an looked at me like I didn’t want to and waved at me.

Oh, man, let you laugh at me.

The flag is heavy on me.

I look at the flag in my hand and I’m overwhelmed.

Mr. Zhou was happy to come and pat me on my shoulder. We’ve been celebrating our computer system for the holidays! Open the flag and I’ll take a few pictures of you! I’m sorry.

No, Miss Chow?

Mr. Zhou’s passion is difficult, but he’s excited.

I can’t stop laughing.

I left a few of them to be taken by Mr. Zhou, and then I heard him say, “No, this is such an honor that I must show your mother.” I’m sorry.

I had a direct pupil earthquake.

“Forget it, Miss Chow. My mom’s always busy. I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhou picks the bulge: “How can that be?” That’s what you told me when you were fighting with Cheng An. But now that it’s over, the Academy has given you a flag. It’s an honor. It’s a good thing. I’m sorry.

I’ve already opened my mother’s tweet and sent the picture.

Help, it can’t be stopped.

I’m suffocating.

Mr. Zhou sent a message and photographed me on my shoulder. The teacher left first. I’m sorry.

I walked out of the auditorium with a big flag, and there were a lot of people on the way out.

As soon as I got out, they gave me a way to look straight at me.

I’ve been staring at my skin and I’m going back to my dorm.

When I returned to the dorm, Chen Xue was already there.

As soon as I entered the dorm, the door was locked.

Three people sitting on my phone.

♪ I can’t ♪

This fucking familiarity.

And the word of Chen Shui has stopped: “See, you are on fire. I’m sorry.

Then she handed me her cell phone, which was the white wall of the college.

Students attending the General Assembly have posted today’s events and my photos on the wall, and hundreds of replies have been received.

I took a look. They’re all melons.

I shrugged my shoulder: “Fire. We’re all eating melons, and I’m so happy to be a melon again. I’m sorry.

Zhou was happy to see me as if I didn’t care.

Chen snowed his lips and lit a few times on his cell phone and put it in front of me: “Look for it.” I’m sorry.

I’ve just seen a lot of more.

[This girl can’t even fight at school. _

I’m afraid it’s not worse than the schoolhouse. _

[In freshman year, she’s pretty, she doesn’t know how high school is. _

[Ha-ha-ha, we’re going to switch? _

There are many more malicious, refreshed and deleted, and the white wall sends a comment warning of civilized statements in the comment area.

What good is it?

You see, there’s always someone who’s so mean to a stranger, even if it looks like a real thing.

I was given a flag at the front foot school to recognize and warn others. These people started to comment and remain unbridled.

Chen Shui didn’t speak to me, but I was worried.

I smiled and returned her phone.

“It’s not worth being angry at those who hide behind their backs. It’ll just be a few days without interest. I’m sorry.

Chen Xue is still angry, and Xu Siu-swee is angry.

I’m hot.

“All right, I’m not angry. Don’t get angry! I rubbed my nose with the cloth in my hand, “I love you so much! I’m sorry.

They look up and see that they want to talk again.

♪ I can’t ♪

I looked down on them, and it was the college flag that just wiped it.

I don’t know.

The news of the White Wall was up to date, and the one about me was pushed over.

But Cheng An saw it.

When he came to me at night, he looked ugly and looked at me so many times and stopped talking.

I squeezed his face in a funny way: “Whatever you want to say.” I’m sorry.

Jojo, on the wall of the college’s white…

“I see. I’m sorry.

“JoJoJoe, don’t listen to those who say, they’re just fed and fed.” I’m sorry.

“They used to just yell at me, and I didn’t think you’d be the one to denigrate me this time.” I’m sorry.

“If I had a better reputation, I wouldn’t…”

And We lifted up his face and kissed him without warning.

Cheng An closed his mouth.

“That’s the way to get men to shut up quickly.” I’m sorry.

Cheng’s ears are red.

I looked at him carefully: “Thou An, don’t ever say sorry to me again. I’m sorry.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t say that about yourself. I’m sorry.

“I told you, I’m not the one who cares about fame, so I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

“It’s good too. I’m sorry.

I held his face and kissed.

“Super good. I’m sorry.

Cheng An’s eyes are shining at me.

The tears were touched in the middle of the day, and the tweezed in the mouth: “It’s still hard, Jojo. Kiss. I’m sorry.

I looked at him long ago and I gave him the big mouth he wanted.

“Take a head. I’m sorry.

I used to be with Cheng-an, and the college saw it, and it started to get hot again.

The school has changed its mind, re-established itself and retired for Eichmann.

The mystery girl Joe, the great war school, the high value of force, the glory of the new school, and the beauty of the former school.

I can’t believe there’s someone writing a same novel.

“They say I can’t and I’m a mother.” This mother I know is scolding me. What does the letter “O” mean? I’m sorry.

Says it’s a hundred degrees. I’ll press his phone.

So I stood up, and put him in my arms, one hand: “Don’t think. They exaggerate. I’m sorry.

Cheng An looked up at me, “Really? I’m sorry.

I looked at him with bright eyes and nod of conscience: “Really, I thought you were cute. I’m sorry.

And Qian’an carried my waist with satisfaction, and We photographed his head with comfort.

I looked up and saw a group of girls looking at us in red.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I’m sorry.

“I can’t believe it!”

“Ooh, I’m on cp and it’s the other way around! I’m sorry.

Seeing me looking at them, I was excited to compare to my thumb.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry.

Then he shouted to the girls, silently: Run!

During this time, the college held a seminar in the auditorium, and the piano was put away, and I studied in the library.

Cheong-an came to pick me up after class. Most of the libraries are low-headed people who don’t even notice me or Cheng-an.

Two ordinary people, but it is rare to have a sense of peace.

When he came out of the library that night, Cheng went to the bathroom.

I was waiting for him outside with the book and saw several people heading for the road behind the library.

The road was against the wall, surrounded by tall trees, and there was a large bouquet of flowers, which Chen Xue had discussed before waiting for the flowers to open.

The road at night isn’t as beautiful as the day, the lights are dark, and it’s creepy. Although it was close to going back to the dormitory from there, very few people walked that way at night.

I have a bad feeling about it.

Cheng An came out to pick up my book and see me look bad and ask me what happened.

“I’ve just seen a group of people walking that path. Is there another bully? I’m sorry.

“The college’s been looking so hard lately. I’m sorry.

I’m still not sure.

Cheon-an smiled, and held my hand: “Let’s go back from there to the dormitory and look at it.” I’m sorry.

“The school hall is over, I’ll see who dares to bully. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t bear to laugh.

I snuck over there.

The group didn’t go, it was a circle.

When you looked at him, you saw him, and turned around and whispered to the others. A group of people turned around and looked at us.

I looked in my eyes for half a day and I didn’t notice anything.

When Cheng was about to open his mouth, I pulled his sleeves and turned around and laughed at them, “I’m sorry, I was passing by with my boyfriend. I’m sorry.

Then he pulled Cheng An from their front.

The group retreated.

I grabbed it in the bag and quickly pulled out a flashlight and pressed it against the group.

In a moment, the whole forest was lit up.

Even though I chose to buy the flashlight, I had to call a good guy.

Recently, the dormitories have been out of power and are still being repaired, and I have purchased a flashlight on the Internet, which is said to be small, but which is guaranteed to change by night for 10 miles and just today.

I didn’t believe it.

But now I’m looking at a group of people I can’t look at, and the boys they can’t see on their backs, and I’m going to give the merchant five stars a good one.

A boy whispered, and he came up and grabbed my flashlight and was stopped.

The sound of Cheng’s voice is cold a few degrees. I’m sorry.

The boy named Zhang Peng swooned, and then he looked even worse: “How are you? I’m sorry.

Cheng An also saw the boys who were shaking behind their backs.

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

Zhang Peng’s eyes turned round, and he laughed: “Nothing, I’m here with my friends. I’m sorry.

A couple of boys next to each other.

“What kind of game is this? I’m sorry.

The boy was wearing a short sleeve, and there was a coat on the ground and he was trampled into the earth. He looked at us with his head on his head and his eyes upon him, and he went into darkness.

‘I warned you many times, so stop bullying.’ I’m sorry.

Zhang Peng heard his hands raised for surrender, exaggerating, saying, “I am not innocent.” I’m sorry.

Then he smiled and laughed, and said, “Where do I deserve to be a bully while all the schoolboys are before me?” I’m sorry.

He turned around to the boy on the floor. “Come on, tell us where you are, did we just bully you?” I’m sorry.

The boy shook, and his voice was weak: “No, we were just playing here. I accidentally fell. I’m sorry.

Zhang Peng was pleased to slap the faces of the boys and turned his head and looked at us: “Look, he said it himself. I’m sorry.

Cheng Zheng is so angry, ready to lift his hand.

I held his hand and shook his head and took out the phone that had been in his pocket.

I left a message, I started filming before I went into the woods, and I was worried that the light was too dark.

I had a cell phone and I laughed at Zhang Peng. Let’s show them. College leaders will certainly like this game. I’m sorry.

Zhang Peng’s face is hard to look at.

“I advise you to stay out of this.” I’m sorry.

“But I’m a nosy person, but I’m a nosy person,” and I laugh, “You can hit me.” Oh, almost forgot. I’m still recording. I’m sorry.

“You hit me and it’s over. I’m sorry.

Zhang Peng looked at me without a second: “You’re Joe. I’m sorry.

And he looked at me and Cheonan, and looked back and forth, and he laughed: “What is the matter with those who think are so clean that they are with us?” I’m sorry.

“You like this? I told you, our brothers are good too. Do you want to try? I’m sorry.

People around us laugh wildly.

Cheon-an hasn’t had time to get mad. I’ve kicked out.

The light of the flashlight swayed, and Zhang Peng’s laughter was stuck in his throat, and suddenly it was in pain.

“Do you believe that even if I beat you up today, the Academy will send me another flag tomorrow?” I’m sorry.

Quiet around.

“JoJojo is so handsome! I’m sorry.

I’m gonna blow it.

I didn’t look at him well. Can you stop blowing rainbows at this serious time?

Turn around and call the boy who was on the ground: “Take your clothes and we’ll take you back.” I’m sorry.

Boys hesitated.

Cheng Qian, two steps ahead of him, picked up the boys’ clothes and brought them over.

I’m passing through Zhang Peng, and I’m not forgetting to step on it.

“Alas! I’m sorry I stepped on you, but I almost didn’t see him. I’m sorry.

I had a cough and almost laughed.

We turned around and were ready to leave, and Zhang Peng suddenly shouted, “Li Hui.” I’m sorry.

The boy who was brought here by Cheng-an was called Li Fai.

I turned my head and watched Zhang Peng in cold.

Zhang Peng’s staring at us, he’s angry. “I just wanted to say hi. I’m sorry.

Says to let the next person lift him up and walk right next to us.

Cheng was in front of me and the boy.

Zhang Peng turned his head and took a deep look at Li Fai.

I didn’t understand that look.

Until Zhang Peng disappeared around the corner and Cheng and I were about to send Li Fai back to the dormitory, Li Fai spoke.

The first thing he said to us was [no, we just played here]. I fell by accident.

The second thing he said to us was,

Cheng An seems to have thought he’d say that.

“Why did you delete it?” That’s evidence of their bullying! I’ll get the video to the department tomorrow. The teacher will make the decision! I’m sorry.

Lee Fai is in a hurry: “No! I’m fine anyway. I don’t have to give it to the teacher! I’m sorry.

And then he looked at me with his eyes open: “Cho-Yo, right? I beg you, delete the video. I’m sorry.

“I’ll be fine. You can forget about this. I’m sorry.

“Why? You’re afraid he’ll get back at you. The more you’re afraid of him, the more he’ll get. I told you…”

“Delete, Jojo.”

Cheng sighs.

My words are stuck in my throat.

“All right. I’m sorry.

I laughed, and I deleted the video in front of Lee Fai.

“Are you satisfied now?”

Lee Fai kept his head down and said a few words of thanks.

I’m so angry I’m going.

“Who are you?” How could he be so weak when he had the evidence in his hand? I’m sorry.

Zheng An let me drag him away and laugh: “JoJojo, look back. I’m sorry.

I turned my head and saw Lee Fai crawl down and hold himself tight.

I’ve turned off the flashlight and the woods are dark again.

The dark lights remain dark, and Lee Fai remains alone in the woods.

“The flashlight will turn off, the light will disappear, the light will not go into the woods. I’m sorry.

“We can’t go in every time unless he comes out himself. I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth and couldn’t shut it.

Yeah, we can’t always give him light.

I took out my phone and I ordered it, and I was curious, “Joejo, what are you doing? I’m sorry.

I noded my head: “He asked me to delete it and I did it.” Not only did I not delete it, I kept recording it, but his words were also recorded. I’m sorry.

“That Zhang Peng looks like he’s doing it, and he doesn’t know what to do. I’m sorry.

“My Jojo’s thinking is thoughtful.” I’m sorry.

I had to lift my chin, “Of course. I’m sorry.

Cheon-an squeezed my face again, and I was about to slap his hand, and I saw him suddenly cool down and stare at one.

And suddenly my back cooled, and turned my head towards his eyes, and found nothing.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“It’s nothing. I’m sorry.

I’m nodding, I’m still a little upset.

Cheng-an didn’t say anything. He took me back to the dorm and hugged me.

I looked at the shadow of his departure, and I felt a growing sense of unease.

I’ve had a hard time for days, and Cheng is laughing at me.

Until one day, at noon, when I was busy from the experiment building, I received the remaining calls.

“Is An with you?” I’m sorry.

I was asked, “Didn’t you have classes this afternoon? Why is he with me?” I’m sorry.

“Did Ang not tell you he was off? I’m sorry.

I held my hand tight with the handler: “He didn’t tell me. I’m sorry.

“Sister-in-law, Anko may be in trouble. I’m sorry.

I’ll be waiting for him in a few minutes.

I watched a man come and breathe and my heart sunk.

“What’s going on? Shouldn’t Cheng An be in class with you? I’m sorry.

“I went back to my dorm with Ang after lunch, and suddenly he went out with a bad look, and I sent a message about what had happened to him. After that, he sent me a message to ask him for leave. I called him and he didn’t answer. I’m sorry.

“Then someone knocked on our dorm door and told Anko it was urgent. I said An, asked him what happened and he wouldn’t tell me. I called Ang and he turned it off. I’m sorry.

After I’m done, I suddenly have a bitter look in my head.

I took out the video that day and showed it to Yu: “Look, is this the man who found Cheng An?” I’m sorry.

I looked closely and noded: “Yes, this is the man. I’m sorry.

I watched the video pause on Lee Fai’s face, and a heart fell down: “Did he not say anything?”

Yuen shakes his head.

Cheng’s phone still doesn’t work.

I squeezed the trigger, the joint was white.

The air at the end of April is starting to heat up and I just feel cold.

I was suddenly reminded of the time I had spent studying with me in the library, leaving without my cell phone. By the time they got back, their cell phones had been sent to the library teacher.

The immediate contact was tied to my cell phone, and the location was set up, and I was joking that I could pass through this at any time to catch him or not.

I was busy working on my cell phone and found that Cheng’s last time online was 10 minutes ago in the back street of the college.

Yu, who saw the location, said he was coming with me, and I stopped him and asked him to go to the counselor or to Minister Sun to bring someone.

I hesitated, noded my head and headed for the Parish.

I lighted the map and ran out of the college.

Cheng An, you better not give me anything.

The map was only approximated, and there was an old-fashioned residential building on the back street of the college, with a staggered road.

I stopped several people in a row, and the last aunt pointed at an alley and said that there were boys in there who thought they were on the Internet and didn’t notice.

It was a cyber bar in the alley, but it didn’t open.

I went around a couple of buckets of trash to the ground to see the people around the corner.

Three boys fell on the ground, and Cheng was cutting off the hand of a boy, kneeling on his back and sounding like ice: “I have warned you many times, don’t bully anyone.” I’m sorry.

“Chou-an, why do you always bother? I’m sorry.

Boys on the ground struggled to look up and show a little familiar face.

It’s Zhang Peng.

“I’m just a person who likes to do nostalgic things,” he said, “You bully me, I’m the one who cares.” I’m sorry.

“And you shouldn’t have my girlfriend’s idea, and Cheng’s voice got angry, and you shouldn’t have someone texting her here.” I’m sorry.

Cheng An listens to me.

I didn’t get a text.

And Zhang Peng looked like a sip: “Whoever made her film that day, I would really like to tear her face apart. I’m sorry.

“I don’t like the way you look. You really think you’re a hero? Does anyone appreciate you doing this? Zhang Peng struggled on the ground and his voice was bitter.

And suddenly he smiled again, and he laughed so badly: “Do you know who sent that message? I’m sorry.

“It’s Li Hui. When I look at him, he’ll let you delete the video. Say anything and he’ll text Joe and trick her out. I’m sorry.

“But I didn’t think he was such a loser that text messages could reach you. How can he get a scholarship, how can he be helped by someone? How much have you helped with so many bullyings? I’m sorry.

“To the end, it’s you who’s being scolded, or you who’s being punished.” Are you a bitch?

“What does it matter to me what people think, and I didn’t ask them to thank me,” he smiled, and said, “I can’t help him for the rest of my life, and it’s all their own business.” I’m sorry.

“But now that I’m here, I won’t let that happen. You’re the one who’s holding down Zhang Peng, who’s trying to get up, who’s threatening to abuse his classmates and spreading rumours, and who’s trying to trick a girl into coming here. I’m sorry.

“I’ve never been recorded again for fighting. Your text message and the recording were still on my phone, and the previous video was not deleted. What if I fell off my phone and bought a backup and it came out, and Cheng smiled, but without any emotion, and “Thank you for giving me reason to change my phone.” I’m sorry.

“How many times did you think I was stupid? I’m sorry.

It’s stupid.

I looked at him so far, so soft.

There’s really some stupid justice in the world.

He was unable to eradicate bullying in the school, yet he stood in the way of the weak in the simplest and most violent way to drive away the dark.

Even if others would turn him into a shadow, even if those who had helped would avenge him.

All bullies want help, but not all bullies have the courage to come forward and fight bullies with the righteous.

He never complained.

I opened my mouth and I found my voice sore.

“Chang An…”

Cheng An heard my voice and turned his head.

I just saw that he wasn’t easy, he had several broken faces, his mouth was broken and he was still dripping blood down.

He let Zhang Peng go, and he seemed a little overwhelmed.

“Joejo, I was wrong, I shouldn’t fight.” Don’t be mad at me…”

I walked in front of Chengan. He had several mouths and bruises on his eyebrow.

And We pulled out the paper and pressed it on the wound of his mouth, and there was a fire in his heart: “Wait a minute to settle with you.” I’m sorry.

Turning towards Zhang Peng on the ground, he has been held by two other men, retreating to the corner of the wall and looking at us with his own eyes.

I look at them and I just feel cold.

“There is no reason for you to be jealous or weak.” It’s disgusting to spill all the evil on innocent people without the ability to do it. I’m sorry.

“What do you know?” I’ve been trying to study all day and night, and I can’t stop thinking about a good grade, and I want my teacher to like me. How can he be a first in his class? Why does a teacher like him? Why should I give him my scholarship? I’m sorry.

I couldn’t wait to hear him vent.

He never felt wrong.

“The teacher will be here in a moment.” I looked at him in cold blood, and I said, “You, leave it to them.” I’m sorry.

I turned around and took Lajian to find his right hand slightly shaking.

“What’s going on?”

Cheng An’s face is a bit white, and he talks a little bit, “Just hit the wall.” I’m sorry.

“Did I touch the wounds?” I’m sorry.

Cheng took a look at me with some tension and noded his head.

The fire that I put down came up again, reaching out and holding his arm.

I didn’t get a chance to open my mouth yet, and I heard the boys scream.

A slight puff, he hums over my head.

Zhang Peng laughed behind Cheng’s back: “If you don’t make it easier for me, you won’t make it any better!” I’m sorry.

Zhang Peng tried to move again, and I kicked him off, and he fell back a few steps to the ground and still pointed at us.

Cheon-an hasn’t let go of me yet, but I feel like his hand is losing strength.

I shivered and touched his back, and it was warm.

There’s a half-wire handle.

Zhang Peng and the two men were taken over by the teachers.

Minister Sun called the police, asked the teachers to wait for the police, and then took him to the hospital.

Cheng An was pushed into the rescue room.

I was sitting on a bench outside the rescue room, looking at the blood in my hand and getting cold.

Minister Sun suddenly called me and I looked up.

“Minister Sun has called you many times.” I’m sorry.

Minister Sun, what’s wrong? “It was only when I opened my mouth that I found my voice so dumb.

“What the hell is going on with you guys? I’m sorry.

Minister Sun has red eyes and blood on his shirt.

It was on the back.

“I ran into Zhang Peng two days ago and warned him,” and I shook my hand and suddenly came, “He sent me a text to lie to me on the back street of the college, wondering why I sent it to her cell phone. I’m sorry.

I suddenly thought of the phone that Cheng passed out to me before he passed out, and pulled it out of the bag: “When Zhang Peng was bullying, I taped the video, behind him in the alley, he said he was recording it, and there was an automatic backup. I’m sorry.

The whole screen of the cell phone was broken with mud and blood on it.

Minister Sun took a look at the phone, and his eyebrow was locked: “The cell phone is like this and it’s not going to work for a while. I’m sorry.

He handed me the phone again.

Zhang Peng has been taken to the police station and is waiting for his release. I’m sorry.

I heard Minister Sun and looked at the door of the operating room, and the tears fell without warning.

“It’s my fault if I keep an eye on Cheng and I’m not gonna get hurt.” I look at the blood on my hands and it’s like I’m gonna stab into my heart, “I didn’t think Zhang Peng was wearing a knife. I’m sorry.

Minister Sun lamented and put his hand on my back: “Joe-soo, it’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself. I’m sorry.

“Changan’s boy is thick, he’ll be fine, don’t worry. I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t say “good.”

After a while, ran into a middle-aged man from outside.

He saw us, and he came in a hurry. I’m sorry.

Minister Sun saw the man, called out to him and pointed to the operating room: “Just got pushed. I’m sorry.

I knew he was Cheng’s father.

“What’s going on?” I’m sorry.

Minister Sun was impressed by the fact that he had said it all over again.

The father of Cheng’s ears were closed, and his face was blinded: “I kept warning him that he would not cause trouble in school, and he would not listen.” Now it’s okay?”

I couldn’t believe I looked at him.

I always knew Cheonan was nervous about his dad.

But I didn’t realize that my son was still trying to save him, but as a father I was blaming him.

Maybe my eyes were too clear, and Cheng’s father looked at me.

He went up and down, and he saw my blood on my hand shrunk. I’m sorry.

I put it down and noded my head: “Hey, Uncle Cheng. I’m sorry.

Cheon-an’s father noded his head, and he looked a little softer. Did you hurt anything?”

I was confused by his change of attitude, but it was polite to nod: “I’m fine. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what to say when he looks at my hand.

Did he say his son had a fight with someone for me?

Minister Sun coughed and was ready to speak.

The door of the operating room was opened and Cheng An was pushed out and Cheng An’s father and Sun were busy.

I was just about to get up and my legs fell down on the ground, and I was left to hold me, “All right? I’m sorry.

I shake my head and look far away at the quiet rest of the car, but I can’t walk over.

Cheng An’s father is still asking what’s going on.

The doctor smiled comfortably when he took off his mask: “Don’t worry about the family, the knife is not particularly sharp, it has not hurt anything, it has been delivered in time, it has been a little blood loss. I’m sorry.

He said to the nurse next door, “Put the patient in the holding room, check the indicators when the anesthesia is sober, and move to the general ward if there is no problem.” I’m sorry.

“Is it really okay?” He passed out half the way. He’s still bleeding. I’m sorry.

The doctor noded his head: “It’s all right, it’s probably because it’s too painful, the knife went in, it didn’t come out, it didn’t cause a lot of bleeding. I’m sorry.

Minister Sun was so relieved, he laughed, but his voice was shaking: “I’m scared, you son of a bitch. I’m sorry.

Cheon-an’s father lamented, and his voice contained feelings I didn’t understand: “Yes, he was afraid of pain since he was a child. I’m sorry.

I listened to them, and I felt like I was being held by an invisible hand.

It turns out Cheng An has been afraid of pain since he was a child, but he never told me.

When I hit him, he didn’t say a word, just worried I wasn’t mad at him.

When Zhang Peng stabbed me, he watched me and gave me the broken phone before he fainted, laughing that the evidence could not be lost.

When I heard Cheng An was all right, my nerves were loose, suddenly black, and I tried to strangle my hand and wake myself up.

Yu helped me stand up, and the nurse was pushing the surgery truck.

I saw Cheng closed his eyes, without any blood on his face, lying still.

It’s pale and fragile.

Cheng An spent half an hour in the holding room and the nurse gave him an indicator check and pushed him to the general ward.

In the middle he was sober and asleep, and the doctor said it was normal to wake up at night, and Minister Sun was relieved.

I sat next to the bed, and I looked at the quiet rest of my life, and I sighed.

Stupid heroes never do anything.

Two cops came in later. Let’s go to the station and take a statement.

Cheon-an’s father stayed in the ward and waited for him to wake up.

Minister Sun asked Yu to return to the dormitory to help with some of the hospital supplies and took me to the police station.

The police brought us to the interrogation room, where two officers were waiting.

The older policeman’s name was Lin, and he saw us coming in and noded at a polite place: “The injured student was taken to the interrogation room, and he was a little excited. There’s no surveillance at the scene. We need to know the specifics. I’m sorry.

Minister Sun heard Zhang Peng, wrinkled his eyebrow and turned around and looked at me.

I went over it, and I took Cheng’s phone out: “There’s a tape and a text message from Zhang Peng lying to me in the back street, but it’s broken. I’m sorry.

Officer Lin took a look at the phone and turned it over to the police. I’m sorry.

The cop took his cell phone and left.

I’m worried, “Can the phone be fixed now? I’m sorry.

Officer Lin smiled at me nicely: “The little girl doesn’t have to worry, we’re still good at restoring the police data. If you can’t fix your cell phone, you can copy the data. I’m sorry.

I’m a little relieved by nodding my head.

Minister Sun said, “Mr. Lin, can we go see Zhang Peng? I’m sorry.

Officer Lin nod his head, got up and put his notes away, and took us to the interrogation room.

When we pushed the door in, we heard Zhang Peng shouting, “Why do you take me?” Let me out of here!

I really think he’s sick right now.

Zhang Peng saw me come in and suddenly smiled, and the anger and bitter smile overlapped, dark and twisted.

He was staring at me, “Is Cheng dead?” I’m sorry.

I held my hands tight so I couldn’t even slap him in the face.

“Let’s let you down, Cheon-an is fine,” I laugh, “We’re gonna be fine, and you, with your knife, are going to hurt someone. I’m sorry.

“How can you do such a terrible thing as a student and a college student?” You still haven’t repented?”

Zhang Peng took a look at Minister Sun and laughed: “Why are you here to take charge of Cheng An?” I’m sorry.

“As he defends himself and doesn’t believe him, he’s being suspected with two words, and the Minister of Science and Technology is not like all the fools at the college…”

I think of Cheonan’s story that he was in Zhang Peng pit several times.

Turn around and look at Minister Sun, who was suddenly silent, and my heart is in pain.

The trust of others never matters.

Cheon-an’s father doesn’t believe him, and his uncle will suspect him.

He was so afraid I wouldn’t believe him.

A person may be trusted for no reason, but there must be no unjustified loss of trust.

But Cheng An never did anything wrong.

Minister Sun lamented, and the whole man was exhausted: “It was my negligence that Cheng An’s child has been devastated. As his uncle, I always taught him as an ascendant, but I didn’t care much about him. I’m sorry.

I open my mouth and I don’t know how to comfort.

Zhang Peng was laughing and had his hands up the table, and the police around him kept him quiet.

I saw the silver handcuffs on his wrist reflecting the light.

Minister Sun looked at Zhang Peng, wrinkled, trying to open his mouth, and his cell phone rang.

He went out with his phone.

I sat and listened to the police continue to question Zhang Peng, but Zhang Peng was still smiling and crying.

I just feel cold.

After a while, Minister Sun came back, and he looked at Zhang Peng and stopped talking.

Zhang Peng, your counselor just contacted your family. I’m sorry.

Zhang Peng’s laughter stopped, and he looked up to Minister Sun.

“But your parents didn’t contact. I’m sorry.

I saw the light in Zhang’s eyes go out in a moment, and he laughs: “I have no parents. I’m sorry.

“Your grandmother knows about this, and the ticket is coming this way. I’m sorry.

Zhang Peng stood up and was pushed back to his chair with a fire in his eyes: “Why are you calling my grandmother? My grandma’s so old. What if something goes wrong? I’m sorry.

“Your counselor wasn’t going to tell your grandmother, but your grandma was worried about you, but she had to ask what happened.” I’m sorry.

“But you?”

“You know how old your grandma is? Did you think about your grandmother when you did all this? I’m sorry.

Zhang Peng suddenly quieted down.

And when he raised his head, he looked at us as he cried out: “Please, I beg you, my grandmother’s legs and legs are bad and she knows no way. Will you pick her up at the station?” I know I’m wrong. I shouldn’t hurt Cheng-an. I’m guilty.

I looked him in the red eye, and it was all over the place.

Minister Sun also didn’t think that Zhang Peng would do this, and he noded his head and his face was still cold: “I’ll pick up your grandmother, which is what we should have done.” Why don’t you cooperate with the police? I’m sorry.

Said he took me out of the interrogation room.

I’m about to hear a tiny swallow behind me.

Officer Lin followed us out: “Hey, young people are impulsive. What’s the point of saying regrets now? I’m sorry.

“Thank you both for your cooperation, the phone will have to be fixed later, and you can go back if you need to.” I’m sorry.

Minister Sun saw the phone: Zhang Peng’s grandmother is expected to be here at night, and I’ll pick her up. I have to go back to school now. I’m sorry.

He turned around and looked at me and said, “Joe, do you want to go back to college or go to the hospital and see Chengan?” I’m sorry.

After the last review, Minister Sun knew that I was with Cheng-an, and lamented that girls would like her.

He told me to tell him if I was being bullied, he’d come and pack up.

I’m so good that he can’t take advantage of me, and he’ll stick a dog’s gravy in his heart: “Uncle, you’re the one who’s going home to be picked up by my aunt.” I’m sorry.

When you’re done with me, you run away.

I shake my head.

I don’t think he’s awake yet, and I can’t help him.

His dad doesn’t know he’s in love.

My mom saw me with a picture of the flag, and if I had to ask what was going on, I would have told her about it, including my relationship with Cheng.

She’s got a lot of noise, and she says she can’t stop me.

I thought she’d break me up and put a tear in my eyes: “I am in love with him…”

And then she said with joy that she wanted to see who was so brave.

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I asked her if you weren’t afraid your daughter would be deceived.

My mother was wearing a mask, and the white eyes in the video were going to go up in the sky: “You’re lying to people.” Besides, you trust him, I believe you. That’s what I believe in him. I’m sorry.

And then I came back and asked me to send her a picture, or she came to the college herself.

I sent it to her.

Then she got more excited to come to college and see how a handsome boy can be blind at a young age.

I put up with it. I didn’t black out my mom.

Finally, we played a video with Cheng-Am, and we talked about him all the time, so we could come to our home and get married before we graduated.

I snapped off the phone and Cheng made a big red face, but I was happy.

I’m not ready to see his parents, but Cheng’s father is not like me.

I don’t know how to deal with his father anymore.

“I’m out of class today. I’ll stay here until my phone is fixed. I’m sorry.

Minister Sun noded, was ready to leave, and went back to his head saying, “Joy, this is not your fault, I know. My brother’s got a bit of a temper, but he’s a good guy, so don’t worry. I’m sorry.

I understand Minister Sun’s point, he’s hot and nods.

Minister Sun said he said hello to Officer Lin and asked them to look after me, so he left.

Officer Lin took me to the lounge and said he was busy when the phone was fixed and he gave me another hot water.

I had a sip of it with a glass and I slipped warm into my stomach.

This is how it feels to live with the temperature at the end of April.

Over an hour later, Officer Lin called me.

I followed him to the interview room, where the policeman who took his cell phone and fixed it handed it to me: “Well, it’s just that the screen and the shell were broken, and I changed them to a screen and it worked. I’m sorry.

I looked at the full screen and I said thank you, “I’ll pass on the maintenance fee later. I’m sorry.

The cop was swaying, “What a big deal, no. They say it’s been working for a long time and I’ve been thinking about your students, so I’ll fix it for you. I’m sorry.

It’s all about the shyness of our pockets.

Cheng An said thanks to Zhang Peng for changing his cell phone.

But it’s true to change the phone.

His dad wouldn’t let it.

I look at the cracks in the back, and it’s just as good as the new cell phone.

Officer Lin said to me, “We haven’t looked at it yet, given the privacy of the victim on the phone. I’m sorry.

I Noded, unlocked, found the tape and the text.

The text message reads: [Hello, is it Joe? You have a delivery to our Internet cafe wrong, please pick it up at noon. _

I’ve been shopping a lot lately, but the mail never fills out a real name.

Cheon-an’s down there.

The man replied that the recipient was Joe Zoe and that they closed the Internet café in the afternoon and would not open for a while.

Cheng Ann returned a good one.

I squeezed it.

If the text was really on my phone, I might have gone.

Cheng An may have guessed that Zhang Peng was trying to make a trip. I didn’t know Zhang Peng, and I didn’t think he was going to lie to me in broad daylight.

But the next recording made me cold.

I heard Zhang Peng say that the medicine was very good this time, that she was fed when Joe arrived, that she was kept in her dress and that she was taken to see how she behaved.

The two boys next to me hesitated to say it wasn’t too much.

Zhang Peng laughed that you were all there when you were bullying, and you didn’t want to threaten Joe with you.

Then came the words that were inconvenient, and the wrath of Cheng.

The last scene was loud, and Zhang Peng found Cheng-nang recording, a loud sound, and the sound was stopped.

The phone was dropped.

I squeezed the trigger, my fingers turned white.

The police officer who helped fix the cell phone heard a fire: “Why is it so poisonous?” He’s a college student! I’m sorry.

Officer Lin’s face cooled down.

He opened the computer in front of him, suggesting that I would give him my cell phone: “I will copy the video and text messages and deliver them to the court. I’m sorry.

I’ll pass the phone.

“A case has just been opened at the station, Zhang Peng admits he was deliberately hurting Cheng-Ann, but he will not sign his statement until he sees his grandmother, and now he’s in custody with two other people.” Officer Lin copied the tape and text messages to the computer and handed over his cell phone to me. “Now that nothing’s going on, you can go back to the young lady and call her back. I’m sorry.

I Nod, I answered the phone.

I suddenly wanted to see Cheng An.

Out of the police station, I took a cab to the hospital.

There’s an aunt selling flowers down at the hospital, and I saw that big sunflower.

I paid, and my aunt smiled and wished the patient an early recovery.

I went to see my stupid hero with flowers.

And when I went to the door of the ward, the door was covered, and I was about to push it in, and I heard a reprimand: “How many times have I said?” Don’t make trouble! Now it’s okay?”

It’s Cheng’s father.

I hold the doorknob and I don’t know if I should go in or leave.

Cheng An’s voice is still weak: “Everyone is going to bully their girlfriend, and they’re going to put up with it.” I’m sorry.

I had a hot face and I didn’t think Cheng-an would pick out my relationship with his father.

“As you did to my mother in the next second?” You want to let someone else get away with it? I’m sorry.

“That’s what you’re talking about. I’m sorry.

Cheng’s voice is cold, without any emotion.

I’m in shock.

Cheng An never mentioned his mother before.

I realized that it was not for me to listen, and I was just going to step back, and all of a sudden, the rest of my voice was ringing behind my back: “Sister-in-law, why are you standing at the door? Anko is awake. Go inside.” I’m sorry.

The sound in the room stopped.

“You bought flowers? That’s a nice flower. I’m sorry.

I laughed at him, “Do you like it?” I’ll buy you one too. I’m sorry.

“I won’t need it. I’m not a patient. I’m sorry.

“You can be. I’m sorry.

Yu-Lu finally sensed killing in my words and took a step back.

The door behind me opened, and I turned around and saw Cheng’s father look bad.

Uncle Cheng, I…

And Qian’s father interrupted me, saying: “Here you are, go with him, and I will go out.” I’m sorry.

It’s like we’re walking around, and the big man’s back looks like he’s out there.

I opened my mouth and shut it.

I put it in the ward, put the hot pot in my hand on the floor: “I don’t see a lot of patients in the hospital. There’s a lot of old ladies in the hot water.

I stood at the door with flowers and looked far and far on the bed.

He smiled at me, and he looked pale and smiled, but he was full of glory.

He said, “JoJojo, come here. I’m sorry.

My nose is sour.

I walk through the flowers, step by step, watch out.

I’d like to ask him if he’s in pain, and he’s crying, “Are you stupid? I’m sorry.

“I am, Jo Jojo, don’t cry,” Cheon-an smiles, “I can’t get up now and I can’t hug you.” I’m sorry.

I cried even harder: “Who asked you to block the knife?” Think you’re good at it. What if you have a three or two? I’m sorry.

“JoJojo, come here and I’ll tell you something. I’m sorry.

I put the flowers on the table, I shed a tear, and I said, “What is it? I’m sorry.

“You lower your head, this thing can’t be known. I’m sorry.

The ward is a double.

I don’t know when I’m out, and I’m the only one in the house with Cheng-an.

Cheng An looked at me with his eyes open.

I’m suffocating, but I’m getting my head down.

The next moment, he put his left hand around my neck and he pushed me down.

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Unlike old times, the kiss was so strong and so strong, it was like to melt me into his body.

I feel like people are starting to lose their oxygen, their brains are numb, their hands are starting to get soft by the bedside.

For as long as it took, Cheanan let me go, and his forehead was softly on my head, and he lamented: “You’re all right. I’m sorry.

And the warm breath spread over my face, and I saw him shivering as if he were to enter my heart.

I stood up and held my hand by his head, looking at his eyes, and I said, “You’re not worried about me less than you are. Whenever you have to protect yourself, don’t be strong, don’t do anything risky. I’m sorry.

“And don’t be alone. Pain can also be. I’m sorry.

Cheng settled down and his ears were red: “You know that. I’m sorry.

Waiting for me to answer and hum, “I’m a grown-up man who is afraid of pain and how humiliating it is for me to be in college.” I’m sorry.

“No man can be afraid of pain.” I pulled up his hand, and I said, “Both men can be flattered, and they can be tricked.” I’m sorry.

Cheng An blinked, and he was like, “I cried when I was a kid, and I cried when I hit it, and my dad started teasing me and left me behind. I’m sorry.

And suddenly his eyes went dark: “My mother died when I was little. I’m sorry.

“I can only remember them arguing every day, and my mom thinks my dad’s always afraid, being taken advantage of, being bullied, and my dad says my mom’s too strong to forgive. I’m sorry.

“My mother’s been in bad health. She got sick when she gave birth to me. My mother died when I was six. And then I hated my dad so much that he made my mom sick. I’m sorry.

I’m listening to you.

“Every time I’m in conflict with someone, whoever’s wrong, he’s gonna take me back, and I’m gonna smile, and I’m gonna get my eyelids off, and I’m gonna take him with me. I’m sorry.

Cheng An is laughing.

But I saw clearly his frustration and sadness.

I leaned down and grabbed him gently: “I will be there from now on.” Cheon-an, I’ve never been reasonable. I’m looking at you. I’m sorry.

I feel something slipped into my collar, hot and hot.

Cheng was silent and laughed in my ear: “Thank you, Jojo. I’m sorry.

I told Cheng-an about the police station, and he was silent.

“The police should come to you tomorrow. After all, you’re a direct victim. What are you gonna do…”

Cheon-an played with my finger and said, “Do whatever you want, Zhang Peng is an adult and is responsible for his actions. It wouldn’t matter if he was against me at first. But he shouldn’t bother you. I’m sorry.

I suddenly thought of the tape, “The tape, I heard it. I’m sorry.

Cheng settled down and held my hand unwittingly.

And We photographed his hand with comfort: “I am fine. You are the only one.” I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with me?” I’m sorry.

I took out his cell phone and handed it to him: “Congratulations, your cell phone should not die.” I’m sorry.

Cheng twitched hands on the phone and had a painful look.

I couldn’t bear to laugh.

“But why did you send me a text message on your phone? I’m still confused.

Cheng An threw his phone on the bedside cabinet, and he didn’t want to see it again: “When I saw Zhang Peng bullying, you recorded it again. I guess he wanted to do something, and then I was told that Li Fai was asking about your contact. I’m sorry.

“That man was bullied before. I helped him. He was well-informed at the college and heard that you had been approached by someone who thought he wanted to dig up the walls and told me. I asked him to give my phone to Lee Fai to see what they were up to. I’m sorry.

I’m afraid that I’m going to go. I’m sorry.

“JoJoJoe, look, I’m not doing this for nothing or someone will remember me.” I’m sorry.

I pinched his face: “It’s not useless, it’s awesome.” I’m sorry.

Cheon-an suddenly screamed: “It hurts!” Jojo, you’re hurting me. I’m sorry.

I watched my useless hand sink into my mind.

And he looked at the man who was doing it, and he cried out: “You are a living man. I’m sorry.

Cheon-an still looks forward to looking at me.

I smiled, my head down, I was about to kiss him, and the door opened.

Cheon-an’s father walked in: “Annie, it’s Dad’s fault, you…”

I was shocked by the opening of the bullet and watched Uncle Cheng at the door, with his hair numb.

Help.

The son is still lying on his bed, and I’m like the sick man who’s in danger.

Uncle Cheng stopped and went out the next second and closed the door.

I’m gonna cry, “It’s over. Even the sick. I’m sorry.

“JoJoJoe, what do you think, you’re my girlfriend, and it’s normal to hold hands and kiss.” I’m sorry.

“And we’ll be together forever, we’ll get married and have children…”

I covered his mouth, and I was ashamed and anxious: “Shut up, I am a child and what kind of child?” I’m sorry.

As soon as Cheng An looked in his eyes, I even took back his hand, and I saw him stinging his mouth before he could.

I knew it.

Cheng An’s coughing without any shame being caught: “I don’t care anyway, Jojo, I’m counting on you.” I’m sorry.

“Come on, you’re the patient, you’re the biggest, you’re all right,” and I’m snorting, “Now lie down and rest, I’ll see you later.” I’m sorry.

I go to the end of the bed and shake down the bed, and I turn back and I look at me under the covers, and my eyes are bright and cute.

It hit me in the head.

I walked next to him, I couldn’t stand to fall down and kissed him on the forehead.

OKAY, CHANN.

OKAY, OKAY.

Out of the room, Uncle Cheng was sitting on a bench outside the door.

He saw me come out, noded at me, and I stopped him.

The lights in the hospital stairwell are on and quiet.

I bowed to Uncle Cheng: “I’m sorry, Uncle Cheng, it’s because of me.” I’m sorry.

Uncle Cheng was too busy holding me up: “I know, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry.

He lamented: “This child, Cheng An, has always been warm. It’s stubborn, straight, easy to fight. I’m sorry.

“When he was a kid, he suddenly told me he was going to take a break, and I sent him when he was having fun, and the teacher said he had talent. Then he went to fight. I’m sorry.

Before I opened my mouth, Uncle Cheng laughed and shook his head: “I know what you want to say. My son, of course I always believed him. I know it’s a lot of people’s problems, but I can’t help but yell at him. I’m just a son who’s always worried about him, and I’m afraid something will happen to him. I’m sorry.

I looked at Uncle Cheng with a poor face and lamented.

He’s just a father who doesn’t know how to express his love correctly.

He doesn’t see things the same way as Cheng An.

“But Uncle Cheng is right, sometimes tolerance does not solve problems. Fighting is wrong, but sometimes it does work better than reason. I’m sorry.

I told Uncle Cheng about Cheng’s insult at the college, but I’ve been against bullying at school.

“Chou An never cared what other people thought of him, but you were his father and the closest to him. He doesn’t seem to care what you think, but he feels worse than anyone. I’m sorry.

“If you believe him, you should tell him that trust. I’m sorry.

“Uncle Cheng, Cheong-an has suffered too much gossip and too little love will drown. I’m sorry.

Uncle Cheng listened to me for a long time.

He laughed: “I see. I’m sorry.

Then he left and suddenly stopped and turned to me, “Joe I’ll ask you later. You’re a good girl and Cheng An is lucky to meet you. I’ll come and play at home. I’m sorry.

It’s hot in my heart. I’m busy nodding my head.

It’s a father’s affirmation of a son’s partner.

I went to the hospital after two classes the next morning.

Minister Sun and Uncle Cheng were together, accompanied by Officer Lin and Wang Police Officer, who had last fixed his cell phone, and a grandmother.

Grandma was dressed in plain clothes, had white hair and had an old bag of drums on her hands.

And she was opening her bag, and she wished to deliver it to Zan, saying, “My grandson was wrong. I apologized for him. This is what I paid you for, and you must take it. I’m sorry.

It’s a brand-new stack of money.

“I don’t know if it’s enough, but if it’s not enough, I’ll borrow it. I’m sorry.

I looked at Grandma’s back, and the next one was sour.

It’s Zhang Peng’s grandma.

Cheng An saw me, frowning his eyebrow loose, waiting for me.

Uncle Cheng’s face was cold and he couldn’t help but sigh.

He put the bag back to Grandma: “Amama, I know you love your grandson, but I love my son too. What was wrong should have been punished, and as an adult he should have been held accountable for his actions. I’m sorry.

Saying, “It’s not easy for you to be alone. Take the money yourself.” I’m sorry.

Grandma opened her mouth and didn’t say anything, but her eyes were redder.

“The child’s parents were divorced early, and I didn’t have a culture, and I didn’t teach him a good grandson, so he became like this,” she said, “I’m sorry, I apologize for my grandson and hope you can forgive him.”

“It’s what he deserves to be punished for, just to be able to change and be good. I’m sorry.

Grandma said she bowed again and went out in a tremor.

It’s just backs even more dazzling.

He’s not comfortable with him.

It’s been a while.

Officer Lin lamented: Zhang Peng has signed his statement and will be handed over to the court. Intentional injury is a criminal case, presumably punishable by imprisonment. I’m sorry.

“So far his parents haven’t shown up, only his grandmother has come to see him. I’m sorry.

Minister Sun was very emotional: yesterday I went to pick up a train ticket from Grandma Peng, the old man bought a train station for five or six hours and left the train to take her to the bank to collect money. She went to the bank and she took out all her savings. I went to the police station early this morning and came to the hospital. I’m sorry.

I’m scared.

Uncle Cheng also lamented: “We will not be held responsible, and Zhang Peng will be judged as he should.” I’m sorry.

Officer Lin noded and was about to leave. I suddenly thought of something and said hello to Uncle Cheng and planned to follow Officer Lin to the police station.

Out of the room, passing through the nurse’s station. I found Grandma Zhang’s bag in her hand.

“This bag…”

And the nurse recognized me, and when she asked me, she gave me the bag: “Just now a grandmother gave it to me to give it to you, and you came.” I’m sorry.

I picked up the bag, and it was still sunk in cash.

Officer Lin was standing next to me and sighs: “Poor parents in the world.” I’m sorry.

When I saw Zhang Peng at the police station, he was all silent and dead.

See me and laugh, “Why?” Do you want to see my jokes now?”

I handed him the bag.

He opened it and smiled and said, “Give me money, give me a few more years.” I’m sorry.

“Jozo, I tell you…”

“The bag belongs to your grandmother, and the money belongs to your grandmother,” I interrupted him. “Your grandmother bought the station ticket, which arrived here last night at midnight, and went to the hospital early this morning, with all her savings and medical expenses, in order to forgive you. I’m sorry.

Zhang Peng’s sneezed on his face, he was holding his bun tight and his eyes were red.

“Why are you making my grandmother apologize?” I’m sorry.

I looked at him in silence and laughed, “What about you?” How can you get your grandmother to buy a train station ticket for five or six hours, how can you get her to come up with all her savings, and how can you make her ask us for forgiveness? I’m sorry.

“Are you her grandson?” I’m sorry.

“Or does she love you?”

Zhang Peng suddenly stopped talking and sat back.

Zhang Peng, hate is not the reason you hurt people. Neither is love. You shouldn’t hurt anyone because of your so-called hate, nor should you let your grandmother’s love of you do it. I’m sorry.

“I’m just trying to get a scholarship, I’m just trying to relax my grandma, I’m just trying to be nicer, so they know I’m not useless, I’m not free to abandon…”

Zhang Peng is holding a bun and he can’t cry.

I think I know who he’s talking about.

“We’ll send it back when your grandma gets there. As for you, do it.” I’m sorry.

Zhang Penton took a look. Heads up, eyes red.

“Thank you.” I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I shook my head: “It is not for you to say I am sorry. I’m sorry.

When you came out of the police station, it was blue outside.

I squeezed the trigger, and I felt a little light.

Cheng An suddenly called me: “JoJojo, why don’t you come back? I miss you so much. I’m sorry.

The tails are up, the strings are up.

I smiled, “Come on, I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.

Cheng is in the hospital, and he’s getting more and more attached.

Uncle Cheng and Minister Sun were busy and hired a nurse to visit him as soon as they had made sure that he was well.

I go to the hospital every day after school, and I’ll come back if I can.

After school this afternoon, I went to the hospital.

There were a bunch of boys in the ward, and I went in there, and I was like, “Hello, sister-in-law! I’m sorry.

It was so loud, I almost closed the door.

Qianan waved to me behind the crowd: “JoJojo.” I’m sorry.

I walked over and he grabbed my hand, “Here you are! I’m sorry.

“They are?”

“My classmates, the group you beat. I’m sorry.

I’m coughing.

“It’s okay, sister-in-law, it was wrong of us, but we’re friends now.” I’m sorry.

The people next to him follow.

“Yeah, you don’t know each other. I’m sorry.

“Sister-in-law still beats people up! I’m sorry.

“Yeah. I had a long pain last time, especially during the day, and my teacher was surprised I didn’t fall asleep. I’m sorry.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha cannot sleep.” I’m sorry.

I can’t squeak.

A boy looked at me for half a day: “I really think she looks familiar. I’m sorry.

“No, you can’t.” Here you go again. This isn’t a pretty sister. Ang’s girlfriend. I’m sorry.

“Don’t make me look so sick.” I’m sorry.

“Sister-in-law!” Were you wearing a white dress and carrying a big suitcase on your shoulder? I’m sorry.

And the more he said, “I was trying to help you, but you didn’t let me, and then I took the other people’s luggage down to the dorm, and I saw you go up the stairs with a big suitcase in your hand, like a flat ground, and I called the good guys.” I’m sorry.

“If I remembered earlier, I wouldn’t have been beaten.” I’m sorry.

The room was quiet for a second, and they looked at me in the face.

I’m not without, you listen to me.

He laughed, and he started screaming: “Okay, it’s over, I’m going to rest.” * And it’s still holding me tight *

The others got up and laughed out.

My hand is shaking, “My Jojo is different.” Jojo is great!”

Oh, he likes to blow a rainbow fart.

And I smote his head: “You too are excellent, get better!” I’m sorry.

Cheng’s been in the hospital for another month and the doctor lets him out.

Li Hui came to the hospital to apologize for not seeing him.

Although he sent a text message the other day, he went to Chengan and later cooperated with the police.

“I should forgive him if he is not threatened.” I’m sorry.

Cheng An is still angry because Li Fai almost killed me.

Zhang Peng was opened for the offence of intentional assault, was sufficiently substantiated and confessed to the facts of the crime, and the court quickly issued a judgement sentencing him to two years ‘ imprisonment.

The other two men intended to hurt me but attempted to do so, after which they were mistaken and held in administrative detention for 15 days.

They didn’t appeal, and we didn’t pursue any more.

Grandma Zhang Peng learned the verdict. He was old and silent all day.

Minister Sun drove her back home.

Zhang Peng’s studies were dismissed from the college, and the two men were overwritten.

Zhang Peng’s prison is spreading at the college, and it’s boiling.

When I looked at them, it was true that some of them joked that Chengan was involved in the police.

I was surprised to see some of the people who spoke for Cheng An and even argued with others.

I think my Chengan should be seen by everyone.

I raised with Minister Sun the idea of opposing the school bullying lecture, which was approved in the courtyard in a few days.

The last time the college was wrong, it was only when it was so big that it finally knew the dark shadow and the harm.

But sometimes late justice is no longer justice.

Cheng An was stabbed in the end and stayed in a yard for over a month in exchange for so-called justice.

At the beginning of June, I stood on the stage in the auditorium.

I was on the stage as the student representative for the last speech.

There are students and teachers from the entire college who can’t sit down and watch live in the classroom.

Cheng’s in the front row, smiling at me.

I smiled at you and lit the computer in front of you: “I’m not speaking today, I want to show you some video.” I’m sorry.

Video projection on the big screen behind me.

The content of the video was monitored by the Institute and recorded by the Institute. All except Cheng’s fighting or being reprimanded by Minister Sun at the Ministry of Education and Industry and the video that blocked my arrest.

After the video was released, the entire auditorium began to whisper.

“I’m sure everyone in the video knows that our college is sealed as a schoolhouse. Fighting, learning nothing, bullying, right?”

I laughed: “Many people said they had seen it, what did you see? I’m sorry.

I lit another video, a guy with a back to the camera.

“I’m sorry, I’m still afraid to face you today because I’ve been a coward. Last October, I was bullied. That was the first time I saw Cheonan, thinking he was coming to clean me up. But I didn’t think he’d beat the group away. Although he scolded me in the back, saying that a man of my age had been bullied and did not know how to resist, I still felt that the boy was so handsome. I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry, Cheon-an, but I didn’t dare come out to testify for you when everyone was insulting you.” I’m a coward. This video doesn’t testify today. And, really thank you. I’m sorry.

Video over.

I’ll light the second, the third, the fourth…

There are visible, invisible, mostly male, and a few girls.

The girl who had been harassed by the senior was among them, and when I went to her that day, she was very emotional and said she finally knew why Cheonan did not accept her.

The girl mentioned the senior’s story in plain language in the video.

I couldn’t bear to laugh.

Li Fai was among them, and he was standing right in front of his face.

The last video is Zhang Peng.

I recorded the day I returned his grandmother’s bag to him.

Zhang Peng’s face was depraved, told everything about it, and had previously spread rumours and slander at the College.

And finally, he looked at the camera and smiled as he was relieved: “You are indeed handsome. I’m sorry.

All the videos are over and the entire auditorium is silent.

Teachers and classmates are silent.

“Do you still believe what you see? I’m sorry.

“Are you in shock, too? How could this happen on our campus? Does it feel that school bullying exists only in primary and secondary schools, only in those end-of-life colleges and only in the news and other populations? I’m sorry.

“The melons you eat, the jokes you make, the wind you follow, the wind you accumulate, and it becomes a knife.” I look up and look straight at all those who are present. Have you thought that you are the bully? I’m sorry.

Nobody talks.

I’m suffocating. Turn off the computer.

“The bullies exist all the time. Where there are people, there are bullies, but in different ways. I’m sorry.

“There are too many places where the sun can’t shine. I’m sorry.

I’m looking at Chengan, there’s been a slip in his eye.

I smiled: “But there is a fool who, even if he is denigrated, even if he is being bullied, is willing to step into the dark again and again, trying to pull more people out.” I’m sorry.

“He is just an ordinary man and should not be swallowed up by darkness. I’m sorry.

The auditorium was quiet again, and I don’t know who had the clapping, and for a second, the clapping was thundering.

I’m going too far.

“Everyone said before, I won Cheng An, and I’m happy that you’re giving me this honor,” and I smiled and raised my hand, as if I were holding a trophy, and I had to live up to expectations and continue to take on this responsibility. I’m sorry.

I turn my head and look below the stage.

His eyes were red and he was looking at me.

I laughed at him, “Chang An, you’re the second, but I’m not experienced enough and I’m going to ask him to teach me more.” I’m sorry.

Cheng was laughing at me, and his lips were thin, and a few words were spitting.

I recognized it.

He said it was an honour.

I was in the library the other day, and my cell phone came up with a message.

I took a look and almost got excited to scream, so I kept my mouth shut and texted him to wait for me.

While waiting downstairs, many of my classmates passed by me and couldn’t help but say hello to my sister-in-law.

I smiled at the spot.

Since the auditorium, the entire college has known about me and Cheng An and has been given the title of “Big Brother and Sister-in-law” after the school’s inauguration.

I wasn’t comfortable with Cheng-an at first, and then I got numbed, and I even pulled a group of people to watch over each other, against the campus bullies, starting with you and me.

You’re the leader now.

Cheng’s class ended in a little while, and he saw me running and holding my hand. I told you to wait for me to find you. I’m sorry.

I shook my head, and I handed him my cell phone: “I came a little while ago. Look! The band is on tour this year! The first is in the capital of the North Province, which coincides with the school day, the second is in October and will come to our city! I’m sorry.

I was so excited to jump up and smile and hold me: “Let’s go see the scene together!” I’m sorry.

I’m a crazy nod.

The bands were actually starting to grow very unsatisfied, but they insisted, and now they’re finally out.

I turned and looked towards Cheng-an, and my eyes were a little wet.

I like the band, because the band knows each other, and it’s gonna be all over.

I was excited until nighttime.

While walking in the playground, Cheon-an suddenly asked me, “Joe-Joe, how’s your school day rehearsal?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t even think about it.

I went back to the dormitory at night and was in the hospital all the time.

Mr. Zhou and Mr. Yang came to see the process a few times and asked me to take good care of him, and forgot I still had the show.

Oh, my parents came to see the process.

The more I look, the more I’m satisfied, the more I can get my license from Cheng-An, who won’t move between them.

I eventually threw them out, and then I saw them meeting Uncle Cheng, and the three people looked at us and noded at us and laughed at me so cold.

I shake my head, “Forget about it. But it’s not a problem. I’ve been playing the piano for a long time. I’m sorry.

Cheng Zing noded and asked me, “Can we change or add more people now?” I’m sorry.

I thought about it, noding, “Well, it’s possible. It’s now the final sea-selection, like me, and I’ll report it to him. I’m sorry.

“I want to join you in the show.” I’m sorry.

I picked the frown.

“The band’s first tour coincided with the school day, and I wanted to go to the school day with my JoJo,” and he laughed, “You play the piano, I play the guitar, the band is out there, we’re playing at the college. I’m sorry.

I thought about it, the eyes were bright.

Isn’t it wonderful?

“It’s not long since July, we haven’t practiced together. The piano and guitar don’t play well…”

Cheng smiled: “What’s that? I play guitar, too. Besides, aren’t we good enough? I’m sorry.

I smiled and noded, too.

“What’s that play?”

Cheon-an looked down at me, softly, “and you.” I’m sorry.

“JoJoJoe, I want to play with you.” I’m sorry.

Time is running fast, and then it’s the end of June.

Cheng-an brought his guitar from home, and he’ll practice with me at night.

Mr. Zhou came to visit us several times and finally couldn’t stand the sweetness of our third person and never came back.

I smiled.

Mr. Chow, you still owe me.

The school day will come soon.

Chen Shui helped me with makeup, hair and a white dress.

Cheng An saw my eyes lighted and his ears were red, and he said he had not changed his clothes and had rushed into the dressing room.

Zhen Xue Zhen smiled at them for a while: “Big brother, we’re looking for beauty.” I’m sorry.

Linco was there, too, and he felt something: “My brother can’t do it.” I’m sorry.

Chen Xue also knew Lin Coco and laughed.

“It’s too beautiful for us to look. I’m sorry.

He said he started helping me with my makeup while laughing.

After a while, the door in the dressing room was opened, and there was a whistling around.

I turned around and I saw a black suit coming out of the dressing room. It was official.

The first time I saw him in a suit.

The light on his head hit him, the black hair was pulled up, his eyebrow was smiling, his nose was high and his face was clean.

The black suit fits well and looks like he’s long.

The broad shoulder, with long legs, stood there in silence and became a focus.

Shit, it’s heart attack.

But.

“Who plays guitar in a suit? You used to wear nice clothes? I scratched my head.

“But you’re wearing a nice little dress today,” and Cheon-An came over and looked at me with his eyes, and he said, “My Jojo is so beautiful today, and I’m too comfortable to stand next to you. I’m sorry.

Chen Shui’s laughing around.

I’ve been told I’m hot on my face that you’re handsome without a suit.

Does this man have a little sense of handsomeness?

Since the last school bulldoze, the number of people on the wall with Cheng Zheng has risen even further. It’s just that he had a schoolgirl who didn’t dare to confess in front of him.

A few of them came to give me love letters, and Cheng held my hand and kissed me.

The refusal was accompanied by an attempt to break the rumor that he could not.

After the kiss, I looked the same, and he was blushing.

Forget it, no eye.

“That doesn’t have to be in a suit. It’s a little formal. I’m sorry.

“It’s different today.” I’m sorry.

I asked him what was different, but he kept his mouth shut and he didn’t tell me.

I see.

He must have been nervous and excited for his first time at such a formal event, fearing that he would not perform well.

“Young people, don’t be nervous, take your breath out of your review!” I’m sorry.

He opened his mouth and smiled: “Okay. I’m sorry.

The piano solo was replaced by the piano guitar, the band.

After the presenter was finished, Cheng and I went up to the stage, and immediately down there, they got up and called out our names.

My mom and my dad were waving at us under the stage and even carrying a light on my name.

Dude, when we have a concert.

Uncle Cheng is laughing at us.

I looked at Cheng An and I couldn’t stand to laugh.

The accompanion rings, and it rots in your heart.

I lift my hand, press the piano, the piano is still on, the guitar is on.

I played the piano with him and sang with him.

It’s just singing, and it’s red.

I don’t know.

“and you cross the Midsummer, and the wind is clear.

I hear you whispering in my ear.

You’re smiling.

Winter is coming.

Me, and you.”

I don’t know.

The song ends, the applause goes. The rest of the flowers were taken to the stage and handed over to Cheonan, and then ran off.

I watched Cheng-an drop the guitar, take the flowers and come to me step by step.

The screams under the stage almost broke the roof.

I just feel a little dizzy.

“JoJoJoe, I’m happy,” and Cheon-an looks at me like a star in his eyes, and says, “I’ve often wondered where I’ve been so lucky to meet you, and I’ve met you who’s willing to come to me step by step. I’m sorry.

“I’ve never cared what people think of me before, but since I met you, I’ve been worried every day about whether I’m too bad and whether you hate me. I’m sorry.

“But you told me time and again that Cheng An was worth it. I’m sorry.

He raised the flowers in his hand, red roses, and even the wrapping paper was red.

Good dirt.

But I love it.

Suddenly he kneeled on his one knee, and I covered his mouth.

“I always owe you a formal confession. I’m sorry.

Screams and rises in the ear far beyond New Year’s Eve.

But I still hear one word from the person before me.

Will you be my girlfriend? I’m sorry.

He was wearing a black suit, and even his hair was so tight.

The spotlight was on him, on the flowers in his hand, and it was warm and loud.

I opened my mouth and realized I’d already choke.

“I do. I’m sorry.

I like young people, with flowers in their hands.

He doesn’t come from the light.

He’s always been light.

[Original: English]

Cheng Xian

My mother died when I was six.

She seemed to have gone a long way and got sick when she came back, and then she didn’t wake up.

My dad and my mom used to fight at home, and I was standing there crying, and nobody came to me.

And then when I grew up, I knew that there was something wrong with my dad’s business, and the business partner with my dad ran away with the money, leaving only a letter saying that there was an urgent need for money at home, and I would pay it back later.

My dad went to my mom for a loan and came home every morning and night for help.

Then my mom found out, they had a big fight, my mom thought my dad should’ve called the police, and my dad thought he was friends.

Two people don’t let nobody.

Then my mom found the business partner and drove all night to ask him to pay back.

The money came back and my mom was sick. My father was angry, but he didn’t dare to argue with my mother.

My mom finally left.

My dad’s business got better and bigger, and he’ll buy it back.

But I don’t like him.

After my mom died, my dad was in business every day, and he didn’t have time for me.

Every time after school, my aunt came to pick me up.

When I was in first grade, there were rumors in my class that my mom ran off with someone.

There’s even boys in front of me asking me if I’m my stepmother.

I’m so angry I won’t tell my dad. I won’t let my aunt pick me up.

My dad beat me up, and I’m not gonna let him go.

My house is not far from school, so I’ll go home.

The boys saw me go home alone, stopped me after school and asked me to pay them, or they told everyone I was a child without a mother.

I couldn’t resist, crying and giving them all my money.

I hate my dad, but he gave me a lot of money.

The boys got the money and I got the money. They came to me every day. They hit me, spit on me and yell at my mom.

I can’t fight them, but I’m the one who gets hit every time.

Until one day, the boys blocked me up again and stopped me from getting money.

Little boys keep inches, pretty cute.

He looks younger than me, but he beats me, and none of the boys who bullied me beat him.

The little boy drove the boys away and turned his head and asked me, “Are you a fool? Do you not know that you are being bullied? I’m sorry.

“I can’t beat them.” I’m sorry.

And he wrinkled his face, and said to his parents, “Will they not pick you up from school?” I’m sorry.

I shake my head.

I’m not telling my dad. I don’t want him to pick me up.

The little boy groaned, his back stomped, like a little old man.

I’ve been walking for half a day and I’m dizzy.

“Where do you live?” he said. I’m sorry.

I told you about my address, and he opened his eyes: “My home is the same way. I’ve been here lately, so let’s go home together.” So they won’t dare to bully you. I’m sorry.

He was with me for the next few days. The boys didn’t dare come to me.

I asked the boy why no one came to pick him up, and he said he was not a child anymore and could go home by himself. He told me not to talk to strangers on the way, not to take the sidewalk, not to come home too late, to tell Mom and Dad.

It’s like a little old man.

But he was warmer than a little sun, so he couldn’t help it.

Then I kept calling him Sun.

But not a few days later, the boys who bullied me, they got a couple of seniors to come and beat us up.

The next day the sun found our schoolteachers, and the boys who bullied me were criticized and came to apologize.

I don’t know how he did it, but when he came to me at night, he cried.

He said that his mother knew about the fight and had to go back to shut up and never come home with me.

He wants me to be good by myself and make it look like goodbye.

I still can’t beat them. Then I asked my dad to report me a break.

Then the senior boys couldn’t beat me, and no one in the whole school dared to bully me, and no one in high school would bother me.

But I’ve never seen a little sun before, and the whole high school era is passing.

In freshman year, I met JoJo online.

We don’t know each other’s identity, but we do.

She and I like the same band, and I have a lot of the same hobby, and it fits with me.

She’s warm and polite and she’s always got a lot of weird and cute ideas.

It was the saddest day since my mother died when I was bullied.

I didn’t do anything, but in a matter of days, every corner of the college was filled with malice.

I know I’m being bullied, and I know it’s not for nothing.

I remember that little sun boy who told me to learn to fight back.

The senior got kicked out of school, but the insults took root. The mud from the bottom up, from under the ground, tried to drag me in.

I won’t compromise, but I’ll be sad.

That time, it was the band and Jojo, and it was always supporting me.

Then Joe Chocko went to my college, and I didn’t know why, and I stayed up all night.

I’m glad it’s over and I start to panic.

At that time, I was taken over by the Academy.

I was afraid to tell Jojo that she would know and avoid me as much as anyone else.

Good thing Jojo didn’t ask. We still talk every day, like friends.

But sometimes the heart can’t control it.

I confessed to Joe Joe.

I’m like a man in the dark, desperate and greedy to catch that light.

Jojo promised to stay up all night and decided to meet her at school anyway.

But before it was too late, he was arrested for fighting.

The Minister of Science and Technology was my uncle, and he was so angry that he asked me how I was now and how disappointed my mother would have known.

I opened my mouth and found everything pale.

Out of the department, the man named Zhang Peng laughed at me as a hero and said that if I helped someone else, no one believed it, no one liked it.

Nobody believes it, nobody likes it.

I called Jojo. Jojo said she hates people who don’t learn to fight.

I built a cold vacation to see Jojo’s resolve quickly collapses.

I didn’t think I’d still meet Joe Joe.

Again, in her view, when the college governor took a group of people to block her, he suddenly fell off his horse.

She beat me up. She beat my roommate up.

It hurts, but it gives me a sense of stone down, of truth.

She’s still as hot as she is on the Internet. She calls me at night and scolds me and tells me not to leave tomorrow.

She said she was coming to see me tomorrow, and I was happy to be up all night.

And then the next day, my dad took me back, and I had a fight with him, and my phone fell, and I had time to let Yu pass me a message.

After a couple of days, my uncle said I had to go to jail if I wasn’t in class.

I went back to the dorms and touched my cell phone under the table for a long time.

Jojo said she believed me.

She hurt me and took my hand.

All of a sudden, I felt that the gossip I’ve been through was nothing.

I was happy to take her all the way.

Send her downstairs and I hugged her.

Jojo smells good.

I was happy all night.

Arm hurts.

The first time I kissed Joe Joe was because of a hyena.

Jojo’s so close, my heart’s going to stop.

I kissed her.

Jojo’s got a red face.

I held on to my shaking hand and thought I was no good.

I asked her if she was sweet.

Tell yourself, it’s really sweet.

I’m not talking about Zip.

Got a text message from Lee Hui, as I expected.

Zhang Peng didn’t dare to do anything more than speak out, he would do something extreme.

Like he tried to hurt Jojo, like he stabbed me.

The first time I saw Jojo cry so sad.

Crying at me.

It’s my fault to make Jojo worry.

But my Jojo is fine.

Joe Joe’s parents came to see me at the hospital.

I didn’t think JoJo’s parents were so passionate.

Jojo couldn’t even talk to me. He even pulled her parents out.

She thought I was scared.

Actually, I thought about the name of the child.

But didn’t dare tell her.

Zhang Peng was sentenced.

The Academy has raised my profile to a new level, and now the Commissioner of Police is my relative.

I don’t care what the college people think of me anymore, as long as my Jojo believes me.

But sometimes I wonder if they’re really sick.

I didn’t think Jojo would find the people I helped and come out for video.

I don’t even remember names. I forgot what they look like.

I don’t know how Jojo did it, and she never told me.

I didn’t feel anything when the auditorium applause started. Jojo cried.

She’s happier than me.

She said that she would ask Chengan-san for more information.

Yeah.

Me and Jojo have a lot to follow.

Jojo hasn’t been very happy lately.

She said there’s a lot of people at the college now telling me that she’s got multiple enemies.

I comforted her while deleting the text messages she received on her phone.

Start thinking about how to get rid of these little bastards who dare to tell their brothers.

I went to the band tour with JoJo.

The concert was open, half of the time it started raining and the sound equipment went down.

None of the fans left, and everyone was standing in the rain, singing with the band, without an accompaniment, in their hearts.

I held hands with Jojo in the rain.

Back at the hotel, I wiped Joe’s hair and found a scar behind her ear.

She said that she had never fought when she was a child, not only had her mother taken her face back to her head, but also had a month’s allowance withheld.

Then she moved, and it was regrettable that she had not said goodbye to the young boy who had been bullied and cried.

I doubt that little boy Jojo said was me, but I don’t have any evidence.

I asked her if she had short hair cut when she was a child and the little boy who was bullied was called her Little Sun.

I saw JoJo’s face nodding at the spot.

And then I was surprised to see me, “You’re the fat one who’s always crying? I’m sorry.

I’m silent.

She looked me up and down, “I don’t see it. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think that at the age of other girls wearing skirts and braids, you’d cut your head off, wear a boy’s dress, beat the guy who beat me up and be my brother.

I thought Jojo was gonna laugh at me before I was ugly and crying.

And then she started to exaggerate.

Jojo told me that she had been sent to Taekwondo at the age of four, and that all the other children were five or six years old, and that she thought she had a lot of talent from childhood and that her parents thought she was going to start with the doll.

Now it looks like it was meant to meet me and protect me.

She held my face very seriously: “If only I had met you earlier.” I’m sorry.

I laughed at her. It’s not too early. It’s too early to hit someone with a bottle.

And the next second, it’s like, “Can you stop messing around?”

Jojo yelled at me again, but I was happy.

She always said I was light, but she didn’t know she was light.

It used to shine on me, years later and again on me.

[Original: English]

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.