untamed

Chapter 8 of course, to destroy the corpse and destroy the trace
After school in the evening, it was rare for Shen Di to rush out of the classroom without stepping on the bell.

He sat in a chair without being arrogant or impetuous, with a bluetooth headset on his ear, and his fingers traced an afterimage on the phone interface.

The classmates who were left to clean in the classroom did not dare to make noises because of the presence of the boss, so that he concentrated on playing games. After cleaning up quickly and quietly, he hurried out of the classroom.

Yellow, red, and gray sanmao swayed in from the outside, wearing out-of-season short-sleeves, holding a basketball in his hand, sweating all over.

"Brother Shen, are you going to play?"

Huang Ge poured a saliva and shouted loudly at the front door, only to get Shen Ji's eye knife inexplicably.

The three of them had just finished warming up, and they asked the buddies from the vocational high school next door to play a few games. They found out that Shen Ji was still in the classroom.

Zhang Lei took a few steps, and suddenly saw Wen Ye who was sleeping behind the rows of desks, blocked by books?

He just wanted to open his mouth to ask a few questions, but Shen Di flew over with another eye knife, his tone impatient, "Don't play, don't fight, you guys are all stinky and sweaty, hurry up and get out."

Zhang Lei scratched his red hair inexplicably. After thinking about it for two seconds, he suddenly understood. Although he was puzzled, he still gave encouragement as a brother: I understand!come on!

"Okay, okay, let's go. The people over there are probably here. Brother Shen is playing games, don't disturb him." Zhang Lei greeted the two who were still unclear about the situation and left the classroom quickly, and closed the door quite thoughtfully.

The lights in the classroom were still on, the front and rear doors were closed, the sky outside the window was dark, and the short spring day was fleeting.

Wen Ye actually woke up when the three of them came, but she knew that Shen Ji was still beside her, so she didn't want to get up and face it.

She took the medicine when she had a low fever in the morning, but Wen Ye sat by the back door. In this cold air, even with the door closed, she could still feel the cold air that penetrated through the crack of the door all the time.

The cold and the fever, and the cold wind that blew the brain aches, successfully made Wen Ye, who had been concentrating on studying for a day, extremely tired, and even fell asleep in the last self-study class.

Opening her eyes again, she suspected that she and the one next to her were the only ones left in the second-year high school building.

After another 5 minutes, Wen Ye still didn't hear the movement beside him, struggling in his heart, but he also knew that he couldn't drag it on.

It's probably getting dark now, so it's better to take a taxi at this point, and if it's later, she can only go home by herself in the dark.

Under the struggle, Wen Ye got up lifelessly.

As soon as he got up, there was a low laugh in his ears, followed by sarcasm, "Xueba stopped pretending to be asleep?"

Shen Di leaned back on the chair, his hands behind his head, and looked at Wen Ye with his chin up, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Xu Shi was ill, and for a while Wen Ye forgot to pretend to be cowardly in front of Shen Di, stared at Shen Di with anger in his eyes, then ignored him, packed his things and planned to go home.

Shen Di was quite surprised by her undisguised and restrained side of her emotions, and snorted rather strangely.

He stood up, stretched comfortably, took the first two steps to open the door, then looked at Wen Ye teasingly, "Let's go, little cripple."

Wen Ye clung to her schoolbag vigilantly and didn't follow her out. She sounded alert, and her late nervousness filled her mind, "Shen Ji! This is the school! What do you want to do?!"

Shen Di suddenly leaned down, the handsome face with a blue-purple wound suddenly approached, Wen Ye was so frightened that the conditioned reflex controlled the wheelchair to step back.

Shen Di stared at the panic-stricken little face that was instantly paler due to illness and fright, shook his head, and sneered: "What do you think of a little crippled? You're like this—" Shen Di glanced at Wen Ye with a clear meaning Legs, no more words.

Wen Ye breathed a sigh of relief while still looking nervously at the other party. Not only did he think of something, but his eyes were a little scared, and his voice contained a quiver of feigned calm, "Then what are you doing?"

Seeing her like this, Shen Di scolded her inwardly, and her tone became rude and savage: "I'm so fucked up thinking about today-" I'll take you home.

It's just that he didn't say the second half of the sentence. Instead, there was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Of course I'm going to destroy the corpse! I only believe in the mouth of the dead."

Shen Di is not a person with full of emotions, nor does he have any conscience or morality.This uncharacteristic move made today is entirely due to the fact that Wen Ye did not leave yesterday.

Knowing that he was cruel and terrifying, he still went back and forth, really stupid and stupid!

However, when he looked at the girl who was unusually wary of him at the moment, his wicked interest suddenly arose, and he had to scare this ignorant girl who didn't know his sincerity and sincerity.

In the situation where his mind was twirling anxiously all the way to find a countermeasure, Wen Ye didn't notice that the taxi had stopped at the alley near her house.

Shen Di raised his head from his phone and said mercifully, "I'll spare your life for the time being today."

Wen Ye was rudely put into the wheelchair by Shen Di, and then closed the car door indifferently under the teasing gaze of the other party, shaking the wheelchair without looking back and walking towards the depths of the alley.

What a big ice! -
Fortunately, Shen Ji did not come to school for the next few days.

Until the eve of the monthly exam, Song Xixi at the front table turned to gossip with Wen Ye as usual. Of course, it was her gossip, and Wen Ye listened.

"It's been quite noisy outside recently, little Wenwen, pay attention to safety on the way to and from school.
Wen Ye paused with the pen in his hand and raised his head. Song Xixi thought she was afraid, so he told her seriously, "Don't go to the backstreet of vocational high school if you have nothing to do. It's better to find a company when you go to and from school."

Just at this time, Shen Di, who had disappeared for a few days, came in, and the big guy showed up, causing another wave of uproar.

Wen Ye heard the sound and looked over, but saw that the person who came was dressed in black, the motorcycle jacket was half open, the legs lined with simple overalls were long and straight, and the whole body was exuding strong and real hormones.

Wen Ye followed his line of sight upwards, saw the wild and wicked face that was causing a sensation, and also noticed the difference in Shen Ji's outfit today.On his right ear, there is an ink blue earring, which is very simple and a square circle, and the plainness adds a bit of madness and wildness to him.

But also more handsome.

Across the doors, windows and walls, Wen Ye could hear the obsessive screams of the fans gathered in the hallway outside with their voices lowered.

In his thoughts, Shen Di had already reached his seat.

The long legs hooked on the chair and rubbed the ground to make a "magnetic pull" sound. The next moment, the person was sitting on the chair extraordinarily lazily.

Putting his hand on the table, he answered the "three-color" teenager who had been obedient for several days without saying a word.

Wen Ye listened.

"Brother Shen, did you do that thing about vocational high school these days? Brother, it's not funny, so exciting and fun, don't call a few brothers..."

Hearing this, Wen Ye stopped paying attention to Shen Di, lowered his head again to look at the dense number symbols on the page, held the pen in his hand and sketched on the draft at random, and then wrote the answer in the blank.

She took the time to think that he really did it.

　Onno: The illness is unclear.

　　Shen Ji: Well, I'm sick, do you have any medicine?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)