Chapter 42 Do you like it?

The two skipped class and went back to change clothes secretly, and Lao Jiang, the calf guard, also helped to cover.

Meng Ye went into the room to take a shower. While waiting for him, Zhuang Shao sat on the bed and thought, if something happened to this person today, he would not be able to survive.

Meng Ye came out wrapped in a bath towel, and felt awkward when he saw him: "You turn around."

Zhuang Shao glanced at him: "Which one do you sing again? I've never seen any hair on your body."

Meng Ye still insisted: "Turn over!"

Zhuang Shao simply went out, went back to his room to get the documents, and also took Meng Ye's ID card with him.

After changing clothes, the two went out to the restaurant. The wind was blowing on the road, and the heart palpitations finally eased.

"Thank you for today."

I don't know how, this guy actually became his own savior, which is another confusion. Meng Ye felt bad about it, but he didn't forget to keep a distance from Zhuang Shao. The two of them wished they could pass a big truck.

Zhuang Shao glanced at him coldly, too lazy to get angry with the fool: "Thank you, you don't need it, you'll have it tonight."

"I have no money."

"You are so arrogant without money, and you have to eat fish."

"You have the final say, let's eat whatever you say you want, right?" Meng Ye gave him a sidelong look, "Stingy, how much money can you eat for a meal of boiled fish, you'll die. Now, Grandet!"

Still this energetic Meng Ye is more attractive. Zhuang Shao turned his face and smiled lightly.

During the whole meal, didn't talk about falling into the water, let alone why Meng Ye was so abnormal. To be honest, Zhuang Shao didn't care either. He didn't want to talk about Meng Ye's irresponsible father again, he only knew that this dog would dare to slip to the lakeside and the seaside in the future, and he would smoke once every time he saw him!

Of course, a few years later, they were still at the seaside, which completely eliminated the psychological shadow.

After eating boiled fish, Meng Ye said it was time to go home? Zhuang Shao said what the hurry, it's still early, go to the Internet cafe for two rounds, I have our ID cards with me.

"..." Meng Ye said, "I found out that you are a scumbag. You can do everything that bad students can do, and you can do it very well."

"Thank you for your compliment." Zhuang Shao didn't change his face.

The two walked to the door of an Internet cafe, and as soon as they entered, Zhuang Shao's eyes narrowed, as if they had met an acquaintance.

Meng Ye asked, "Who are you staring at?"

Zhuang Shaochao raised his chin in the corner: "My master's other apprentice, a freshman, is called Yan Yan. How could he come to an Internet cafe? His family is very poor, and his living expenses are usually subsidized by Teacher Zhang."

There was a thin boy sitting over there. He should be at most 1.7 meters tall. He played games with headphones on. Meng Ye was delighted: "Your teacher is skipping class today, let's say hello?"

Zhuang Shao shook his head and went straight to turn on the machine.

That night, he kept his mind and found that Yan Yan seemed to have a very good relationship with a few gangsters. In addition to playing games together, he also treated each other for drinks.

When I went to school the next day, the teacher was not in good spirits when he sent the homework, and Zhuang Shao asked what was wrong. The teacher said that not only did she have to lead two classes recently, but she also had to tutor him and Yan Yan. Yan Yan's foundation was poor, and he was more tired than tutoring him. She joked that she would let her senior brother lead the junior brother in the future, but she didn't care.

Zhuang Shaopi didn't smile, and he thought about it when he went back. Meng Ye said he was worrying: "Mr. Zhang is willing to let you manage it? Besides, maybe that person is just like us. When he is tired of studying, he occasionally goes to an Internet cafe to relax, and that is the time when we bump into it. You can go there yourself. Well, what are they doing?"

Of course, Zhuang Shao is not the kind of person who is nosy, he knows what to do. He doesn't care whether Yan Yan escapes classes or not. What he cares about is Mr. Zhang's hard work, and Mr. Zhang was deceived.

The incident left a small lump in his heart, which erupted a few days later.

The matter is actually very simple. That afternoon, there was a sound of hitting the desk from the teacher's office. Class 3 was far away and could not be heard clearly. At first, thought it was the teacher training the students, but Jiang Yue came back and said that the matter was a big deal, and someone wanted to report Teacher Zhang to the Education Bureau!

Everyone asked, "What happened?"

"It seems that a high school student was arrested by the police last night for a group fight outside. His father came to the school and said that Mr. Zhang had badly taught his child, and he gave the child money to surf the Internet. Only then did he meet the outsider. You bastard, what are you doing, Zhuang Shao?"

Jiang Yue shouted from behind that Zhuang Shao's feet had already stepped into the office. Seeing that Jiang Yue couldn't shout, she simply turned around and ran to the playground downstairs. Meng Ye was training below at this time.

The atmosphere in the office is tense, and a little spark can blow up.

Zhang Congsen was breathing heavily against his chest when he looked up and saw his own apprentice coming in, he waved his hand: "What are you doing here? Go back to class!"

"Class is over."

He was tall and had a cold aura. Standing beside Zhang Congsen was tantamount to deterrence and protection.

A middle-aged man opposite is threatening to make things bigger and make the school lose money. Zhang Congsen was trembling with anger: "Can I be in a hurry if something happens to my student? But your parents can't say such irresponsible things, right? Why did I hurt him?"

Zhuang Shao's eyes shot like a cold arrow.

At first glance, the man in front of him was not a good man. His old short sleeves were dirty and yellow, and his collar was turned over. He had a broken cigarette in his hand, which made the whole room smoky. There are several teachers around, and Lao Jiang is also there, and his expression is not very good.

"Let's just say one less word," Lao Jiang pressed down with both hands, "Mr. Zhang usually cares about your son very much. We all know that. Look, your son's homework is still on her desk!"

He shuddered when he mentioned a homework book, but the surnamed Yan didn't seem to know even a word, and said loudly: "So I said that my son just let her teach her badly! My son used to be very good, why didn't he come to her house? How many days have you met those people in society? My son also said that she gave the money for the Internet bar, you ask!"

Zhang Congsen was angry and aggrieved, his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "I gave him the money because he said he couldn't get enough to eat. You parents don't care about the children. The children's shoes are glued and they are still wearing. Every meal of rice is pickles. , he's only 1.6 meters old at the age of 17, don't you feel bad? I gave him money to nourish him, but I didn't let him go online and play games! And I didn't let him make friends with those who are indifferent!"

Other teachers didn't feel the same way, but they were not easy to speak. For example, Jiang Changji, he usually believes in keeping himself safe, but now he is not a student in his class, so he can't control it, so he can only say a few words on the side. Itchy words.

"I'm a countryman, I can't tell you about you!" The surnamed Yan sat on the bench with a rude and unreasonable attitude, "In a word, the school must be responsible for my son's affairs, not only to get him out of the police station, but also Compensate for our mental damage and ensure that he can go to college!"

This remark made Lao Jiang laugh angrily, so he almost urinated on the spot for him to take a picture.

"What kind of place do you think we are? We are a place to teach and educate people, not for you to be rude. To put it bluntly, as far as your son is concerned, Teacher Zhang can completely ignore it! She is willing to care because she has a simple idea. , I think it's one if I can save one, I don't care if it's me!"

The surnamed Yan held Erlang's legs and smiled contemptuously: "What? Simple? I don't think she is necessarily, isn't Teacher Zhang an old girl? Who knows what she is thinking when she brings a student like my son into the room, is her thinking simple or not? What, you dare to pack a ticket?"

Hearing this, Teacher Zhang's face turned from red to white, and his body trembled, almost unable to stand up. How could she expect her kindness to cause trouble, not to mention her teacher's virtue and reputation.

She was so angry that she picked up the ink bottle on the table and smashed it!

"Ouch!" The man was hit on the head, and half of his face was splashed red. At first I thought it was blood, but when I wiped my face with my hand, I smelled the ink and realized it was ink. The two shriveled eyes were as big as copper bells, and the eyeballs were about to fall out.

"I don't usually beat women!" he shouted, "I will make an exception for you today!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the thick English-Chinese dictionary next to him and threw it away. Fortunately, Zhuang Shao was there, so he suddenly pulled the slow-moving Zhang Congsen away and gave the dog a kick. The office suddenly became a mess, and those who were fighting and persuading were inseparable from each other. Of course, the center of the storm was Yan and Zhuang Shao.

The man was not as tall as Zhuang Shao, but he was big and surprisingly strong. He pinched Zhuang Shao's neck and beat him hard. Not to be outdone, the surnamed Yan dragged his hand to the leg of the iron stool and lifted it up. Zhuang Shao saw his movements clearly, his head hurriedly twisted to the side, and suddenly someone rushed over to cover his head at the critical moment.

He heard a painful grunt, the heavy iron stool smashed on Meng Ye's back, and the sharp legs of the stool cut open his left ear, and blood gurgled out.

Zhuang Shao was stunned for a moment, then got up and grabbed the stool and threw it away, almost going crazy in front of everyone: "Are you okay? How is it? I can't spare him if he dares to hit you!"

Meng Ye avoided his concerned hand and stood up, wiping the blood carelessly, and kicked the man named Yan fiercely. He was strong enough, arrogant enough, and lethal enough, his sturdy aura suppressed the opponent without the ability to fight back, and he beat the opponent down in three or two strokes, feeling dissatisfied, he stepped up and continued to throw his fist: "Fuck me. Let you fight Zhuang Shao, I let you fight, I let you fight."

Including Jiang Changji, everyone watched it for half a minute before going up and pulling in a fake mode. Zhuang Shao is no stranger to this kind of Meng Ye, but he hasn't seen him beat people so hard for a long time, and it's for himself.

Maybe this idea is a bit selfish, but Zhuang Shao wants him to keep playing! Don't fucking stop! He felt that his soul was burning, and he liked Meng Ye more than ever.

几位老师将俩货拉开，老江第一时间查看爱徒的伤势，幸亏只是皮外伤，倒是地上那位被揍得脸上没一块好地方，鼻血跟红墨水混一起压根儿分不清.

Meng Ye was dragged by Lao Jiang and was still yelling: "You are that Yan Yan's father? Tell you, my surname is also Yan, and my name is Yan Wang! How old are you, how dare you come to the first middle school to be wild, if you don't look at how old you are? Mom will knock it out for you, if you dare to touch any teacher again, if you dare to touch Zhuang Shao again, I will knock you out!!"

"..." Lao Jiang whispered, "It's alright, it's alright, it's enough to shock the enemy."

Meng Ye glared fiercely: "I haven't scolded enough."

The other party still refused to accept it, and shouted to call the police, and to call the seventh and eighth brothers to discuss the explanation. This time, Chang Lao Jiang was furious: "You report it! Whoever doesn't report it will be Sun Zha! You are a school teacher and you can be bullied, right? Teacher Zhang's nephew is a lawyer, and my son-in-law is the Education Bureau! I can't kill you!! "

A few words poked the other side's acupuncture points, regardless of whether it was true or false, and finally suppressed the other side's arrogance. The man's mouth was crooked: "I'm going to go to the province and tell you to accept gifts and make up classes!"

"Fuck..." Lao Jiang was shocked and angry, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to go to fight, but this time Meng Ye held him back: "Oh, master, forget it, don't make a fool of yourself when you are old, he doesn't dare to Tell you to relax, if he dares to implicate your old man, I will be the first to refuse!"

"What do you mean by implicated in me? I'm honest! But it's unbearable and unbearable!"

"I know, I know," Meng Ye patted his chest smoothly, saying that you can rest assured that if he dares to report you and our Class 3 collective to testify to you, I will bite my finger to state your grievances! Our entire class signed a letter to protect you! After he finished speaking, he turned his head and shouted at the group of eavesdroppers outside the door and window: "Do you think so!"

"Yes!" Qi Shushu answered outside, and Qi Shushu applauded.

Lao Jiang hummed on the surface, but made up his mind inwardly: won't dare to accept any more gifts in the future.

After the master and apprentice worked together to scold the person away, Meng Ye went to the infirmary to treat the wound. Zhuang Shao stayed to appease Zhang Congsen for a while, and then sent her to the taxi home to find Meng Ye.

"Oh, oh, it hurts... Mr. Liu, please be gentle..."

The infirmary was very quiet, and the sound of Meng Ye screaming for pain came out. Zhuang Shao paused at the door, pushed open the door and went in.

Dr. Liu was rubbing iodine on Meng Ye, and he smiled and waved his left hand: "Come on? I'm almost finished here, you can accompany him back in a while, look at him like this, tears are about to flow out, he is so cowardly. ."

Meng Ye said stubbornly, "Who is it?"

The other party smiled and said, "Who is afraid of hurting me?" After laughing, he took the cotton to get the medicine.

Meng Ye was sitting beside the bed, next to a wooden window, and the warm sun shone on his iodine-stained ears.

Zhuang Shao sat on the chair, facing him, staring: "Does it really hurt?"

"Try the fuck yourself."

In fact, there's no need to try it, his heart was so painful that he didn't realize it, but in order for Meng Ye not to hide from himself, he could only check the wound and say, "Don't be so squeamish."

Now Meng Ye is not done, not only cursing for a long time, but also swearing and swearing that he will never care about Zhuang Shao's life or death in the future. Zhuang Shao looked at him with an expression of patience and pity. He almost didn't become insane, and it took a long time before he lowered his head and grabbed his hand.

Meng Ye shuddered slightly, feeling that it was too deliberate to pull it out like this, and he didn't know whether he should hold it or not.

"Don't take risks for me in the future, it's not worth it." Zhuang Shao's voice was as low as raving, "I would rather be hurt by myself."

Meng Ye didn't dare to listen carefully or look into Zhuang Shao's eyes.

But many things don’t work just because you avoid them. Some feelings will keep rolling like boiling water. If you don’t care about it, it will open the lid of the pot and come out from the mouth of the pot, reminding you that you should do something about it, such as looking for a container.

Meng Ye realized later that not only Zhuang Shao could play for him, but he could play for Zhuang Shao as well. His instinct was faster than his reason to block Zhuang Shao and prevent the stool from falling on Zhuang Shao's head.

In fact, he almost went crazy when he was taking the medicine. It’s not the kind that hurts, it’s the kind that wants to scream, the kind that feels excited, unbearable, uncomfortable, and can’t control himself.

He was remorseful, depressed, and blamed himself for caring about Zhuang Shao so much, to a certain extent, to a certain extent that could not be ignored, irreversible, to a certain extent.

This concern was so strong that he couldn't deceive himself any longer and pretended to be a friend.

He began to gradually distinguish between love and loyalty, just as he could distinguish between Zhuang Shao and others.As long as you look carefully and identify carefully, it is always different.For example, Zhuang Shao's nose bridge is higher than others, and Zhuang Shao's hands are warmer than others.

Although think you can understand it, still want to say that the title of this chapter is Meng Ye's self-questioning.(Following his own answer)