The God-level Scholar of Agent Rebirth

Chapter 95
There was a bit of sarcasm on her pretty face, and then she gradually tightened her hands, "Do you believe it? It doesn't take three seconds, I can separate your head from your neck."

The girl cried and roared miserably, but did not dare to move.

The aura bursting out from Sheng Xia Ye's body is too cold and powerful, which cannot be ignored. No one can accept that the lowly beast who was once trampled underfoot and wantonly bullied has now become a female devil from hell.

Fang Qingrui was the only one who hadn't played yet and was knocked down by her.

She stood not far away, and said in a cold voice: "I heard that people who are borrowed will die suddenly and die very badly. Midsummer Ye, your good days will soon come to an end. You might as well obey us early and accumulate some evil virtues for yourself." !"

Sheng Xiaye couldn't understand what she was talking about, but his hands were a little stronger.

"Qingrui, save me!" The companion exclaimed hysterically, sweat dripping down his face, mixed with tears, he was extremely embarrassed.

Fang Qingrui's gaze was like an arrow, and she pierced Midsummer Night fiercely. At the last moment, she let go, "Let her go, I'll let you take her away."

"not enough."

Sheng Xiaye sneered, "Turn on the phone and record a recording now, and promise me that I won't bother Zhong Wenman again."

These people just owe a lesson.

Do you really make bullying a tradition for Sheng Gao?They were lucky to meet her today.

Then rectify this unhealthy trend again!

Fang Qingrui's face darkened slightly, and she suppressed her anger and roared: "Midsummer Ye, don't bully people too much!"

"If you don't like it, she will die."

Midsummer Ye twisted the whip tightly again, as long as she exerted more strength, the girl in her arms would really be gone.

The girl's face turned blue, and it became extremely difficult to breathe.

Fang Qingrui rolled her eyes, then took out her phone, and while recording the audio, she also looked at Sheng Xiaye and said, "I, Fang Qingrui, promise here today that I will never bully you again..."

Having said that, she stopped talking, and a sinister smile slowly appeared on her lips.

Midsummer Ye's intuition was wrong, and she realized that she was not looking at herself from just now, but——

behind her!
Sheng Xiaye hurriedly turned her head, and saw one of the people she had thrown to the ground was pouring the cup of "milk" filled with paint into Zhong Wenman's mouth.

She pinched Zhong Wenman's neck, forcing her to be unable to speak, and asked her to raise her head so that the paint could be swallowed faster.

This is a matter of life!
Simply insane!
Sheng Xiaye immediately kicked that person away, and said in a deep voice, "Zhong Wenman, spit it out, spit it all out!"

"We are all powerful paint. If we swallow it, it will cause great damage to the throat. Let alone singing, it may be difficult for the rest of our life to even speak." Ask Fang Qingrui for credit, "Sister Rui, am I doing well?"

Fang Qingrui's eyes were quite appreciative, "Not bad."

Sheng Xiaye pressed Zhong Wenman's Lianquan acupoint, helped her bend down and lowered her head, and helped her induce vomiting quickly.

She then dialed 120.

"Fang Qingrui, and you guys, if she really can't speak because of this, you will pay for it."

Sheng Xiaye saw the pale face of the girl in front of her, and she even vomited blood in her mouth. She turned her head and looked at the few people, with a sharp cold light in her eyes.

"Okay, let's wait and see." Fang Qingrui curled her lips, pressed to delete the unfinished audio, and at the same time opened the red music software, and played "Good Luck".

Song Shuruo saw Sheng Xiaye coming out with Zhong Wenman in his arms, and hurriedly took pictures with his camera.

"Deleted." Sheng Xiaye turned her head and cast a cold glance at him.

Just as Song Shuruo was about to open his mouth to interview her, she felt chills all over his body, shivered slightly, and deleted all the photos with an oh sound.

The surrounding students gathered around to watch the fun and chatter endlessly.

Sheng Xiaye carried Zhong Wenman into the car, and the medical staff rushed to rescue her. Until the moment the door closed, not far away, Mo Xi squinted and watched all this.

He found that he couldn't understand Midsummer Night.

This woman seems to have thousands of faces...

In the square ward, there is a piece of pure white, which is the intermediate color between death and life.

Seeing the girl on the bed moving her fingers, she moved from the sofa to the side of the bed. Zhong Wenman woke up, saw her, and opened her mouth to say something, but not only could she not utter a word, but her throat hurt as if it was being torn.

"Do not talk!"

Midsummer Ye helped her cover the quilt, "You need a good rest now."

Zhong Wenman looked at her steadily, and raised one hand weakly, pointing to the position of his throat.

"I know what you want to ask."

Sheng Xiaye breathed a sigh of relief, with a slight curve on her thin lips, "I urgently induced vomiting for you, and the medical staff also dealt with it in a timely manner. You swallowed a small dose, and it did affect your throat a bit, but it will be over soon. Back to normal."

Tears welled up in Zhong Wenman's eyes, and she couldn't help holding her hand excitedly.

She seems to have a lot to say.

Sheng Xiaye handed her the phone, and she typed on it and said: Thank you for saving me, but maybe they will trouble you in the future, I'm sorry, I seem to have brought you a fatal disaster.

After reading the content, Sheng Xia Ye let out a sigh of relief, "How could you be the one who got me into trouble? There are eight hundred people in school who don't like me. I still can't get used to them."

Zhong Wenman asked again: Xia Ye, you were a "low animal" for a while before, they tortured you like that, how did you survive?I feel like I can't handle it...

It's only been one day, and those people tortured her so devilishly.

She didn't know what she had done wrong, and she had no idea how long she would last like this if she wanted to be a meal for these people.

Singing all night last night, she even had the idea of ​​dying.

But the girl in front of her...

The smile is still so bright, no different from before, how did she survive until now?

From Zhong Wenman's words, Sheng Xiaye could see her grievance and sadness.

"Why stand up? What is persistence? If you don't want to be bullied by them, then resist."

Zhong Wenman took the phone, but didn't know what to type on it.

She also wants to rebel.

But she doesn't have the fighting power of Midsummer Ye, let alone her ingenuity. She has been used to inferiority since she was a child, and she dare not say no.

"You, if you can't beat them, wait until you recover and overwhelm them from other aspects. Zhong Wen stalks you because you are jealous of your talent. Then you will work harder to study and sing in the future."

Midsummer night unlocked the phone, and showed Zhong Wenman the fashionable entertainment platform. There were many anchors and bloggers singing quietly on it.

"Hearing your singing today, to be honest, I am very touched. If you have the opportunity, you can use the Internet platform to spread your singing and express some of your own thoughts. Remember, gold always shines, and good things take time."

Midsummer night comforted Zhong Wenman for a while, and then went downstairs after she fell asleep.

The road to Yuanjia is narrow, and in the hospital hall she met her long-lost step-sister and adoptive mother...

(End of this chapter)