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Yan Ran is very good-looking, a beauty that breaks through gender, that kind of good-looking has no boundaries, this kind of beauty attracts everyone to go through fire and water, no matter what.

It's like a moth rushing to the fire, even if it burns itself, it wants to rush over to warm this person.

Although Yan Ran didn't have a good reputation, he was a troublemaker, notoriously thorny, and disobedient to discipline, making him a headache for teachers.

But such ruffianism also attracts people.

Shen Tangzhi was one of them. When we were playing ball before, Shen Tangzhi often came to deliver water. Although Yan Ran had clearly refused, Shen Tangzhi still came and did what he should do.

In short, Shen Tangzhi is the first person who is not afraid of the dazzling youth.

Yan Ran did not expect that this incident would cause a "bloody disaster".

Yan Ran is a little bully, a living second-generation ancestor, and she is the only one who can beat others.

And today, she was beaten.

Not to mention that others were shocked, even Yan Ran himself was shocked.

Yan Ran had just come out of the bathroom after going to the toilet. In the corridor where people come and go, there was a boy walking against the road. Yan Ran didn't even notice this person at first, until the person rushed in front of Yan Ran, he couldn't help but say goodbye. Just punch her in the face.

Yan Ran was completely caught off guard. Without any defense, she stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground. Seeing this, the boy fiercely picked up her collar and punched her again.

After being punched twice, Yan Ran came to his senses and punched the boy's hard abdomen with his backhand. The two of them were instantly wrestling on the ground.

The noise was quite loud, and it was in the corridor. There were people coming and going, and there were classrooms next to them. The two people were fighting so fiercely that no one dared to stop them for a while, but someone reacted first and helped. , rushed to the office to find the teacher.

Yan Ran knew how to fight, and was pretty good at it, but she couldn't stand the boy's strength, which was like an ox, and he was desperate for his life. Yan Ran received several punches, and was pressed to the ground for an instant, unable to move.

Both of them were panting. The boy looked fierce, breathing heavily and speaking in a high voice.

"You scumbag, Shen Tangzhi treats you so well, but you treat her like this. She is just a girl. You let him embarrass himself in front of so many people and let her lick you. Are you very proud?"

The boy's eyes were full of anger and jealousy, and his expression was undisguisedly ferocious, as if he wanted to tear a piece of flesh off Yan Ran's body.

Young men at this age are full of energy, fearless of heaven and earth, and fearless of power. With their passion, they think they can change the world.

Really naive and stupid.

Yan Ran was pressed, the corners of her mouth were purple, she was very white, and the little bit of color on her face was extremely bright, and the ends of her eyes were red, staring at him coldly.

Of course Yan Ran knew the person in front of him.

He is the infatuated male supporting character in this novel.

He fell in love with the heroine at first sight, but he couldn't get what he asked for, and he fell in love with her secretly, and finally faded away.

It can be said that he is the flower protector beside the heroine, a loyal guard.

Yan Ran clenched his fists and raised his knees. Just as he was about to push the person away, there was a sudden lightness on his body.

Song Wenjing didn't know when he appeared. He grabbed the boy's back collar, literally lifted him up, threw him against the wall, and kicked him in the stomach. He kicked the person until he shrunk to the ground, and his fists and kicks rained down, killing him. Although he didn't say a word, there was a frightening aura of violence around him.

His expression was still indifferent, without any emotion except for the tightness of his jawline.

It didn't look like a fight and more like disposing of garbage.

And often this overly calm expression is in sharp contrast with the punch-to-flesh movements of his hands.

Yan Ran got up from the ground, her collar was in a mess. It was the first time she saw Song Wenjing like this, and she was a little shocked.

The onlookers seemed to be frightened and took a step back involuntarily. For a while, no one dared to say anything.

Li Mu, who had already broken through the crowd, stopped, the anxiety and urgency between his brows and eyes frozen.

Yan Ran touched the corner of his mouth, and with sharp eyes saw someone coming with the security office and the teacher. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Song Wenjing's wrist, stopping him abruptly.

"Stop hitting, the teacher is here."

Of course, Yan Ran was not afraid of teachers and people in the security department. Anyway, it was not the first time he was caught fighting, and it was not the most serious one. Even if he was seen, it was nothing more than reporting criticism and writing a few words. When reviewing words, make it a trivial matter and it will be solved.

But Song Wenjing was different.

Someone like him might be forced to drop out of school.

Song Wenjing's wrist was pulled, and the muscles of her strong arms were still tight. When she looked at Yan Ran, the emotion in her eyes was not like that of a normal human being, but more like...animal nature.

That's a terrible emotion.

The dark pupils were narrow and out of focus, filled with scarlet, and the eyes were covered with a layer of sickly gloom, blocking all light, leaving only an endless darkness.

He was very calm, even in a state of deathly silence.

It's like a lake that can never be shaken.

The boy crouched on the ground in pain, even breathing was throbbing with pain, but Song Wenjing still acted as if nothing had happened.

It was as if he was just a simple bystander. He was not the one who took action, nor was he the one who beat the person to the ground and couldn't stand up.

Not right.

It's so wrong.

This kind of him made Yan Ran extremely strange, and he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

When the two people looked at each other, the boy on the ground stumbled up, and after accumulating strength, he aimed his fist directly at the back of Song Wenjing's head.

But Song Wenjing didn't seem to notice it at all, and stared at her stupidly.

Song Wenjing's movements were so sluggish that he blinked his eyes slowly. He was still in a very strange state. The joints of his clenched fist were stained with blood, like a viscous liquid, sticking to his body. It blended into his blood and was extremely disgusting.

His vision went dark, and someone held his head.

Almost his whole face was buried in the other person's neck, and the rich aroma on the tip of his nose was so familiar.

He was held in a protected state.

Song Wenjing's pupils trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth, a thorn stuck in his throat, unable to speak a word, only a vague gasp.

He heard the other party's painful muffled sound from above his head.

Suddenly a monstrous murderous intention surged in his heart, as if a sword blade was about to break through his chest. His black eyes burned with a trace of dark red fire, and the bloody dark red was like a touch of sweet blood staining his eyes. In the middle, like evil ghosts thirsty for blood.

Yan Ran seemed to feel something, and hugged the boy's head tightly, suppressing his nervous trembling.

"Don't be impulsive. I'm fine. I'm fine."

She whispered in Song Wenjing's ear, so no one noticed that something was wrong with Song Wenjing.

The tips of Li Mu's eyes were reddish, and his red eyes were bloodshot. He was as cold as a violent storm.

The security office and the teacher rushed over in a hurry. Because the matter was quite serious, both parties went to the Student Affairs Office to conduct an investigation. The whole responsibility lay with the boys, and Song Wenjing could not escape the involvement.

Song Wenjing's current situation was very bad. Of course, Yan Ran couldn't let him do the investigation alone, so he used some connections, that is, in the name of Ren Ci, to get him out of the relationship.He said that he was done with Ren Ci, but at this time Yan Ran had to do it in his name.

It's really ridiculous to say that.

Just when she was finishing her kung fu, Yan Ran turned around and found that the person was no longer there, which really shocked her.

I hurriedly ran outside to look for her. Fortunately, a passing classmate saw Song Wenjing running towards the toilet.

The toilet in No. [-] Middle School is not dirty, nor does it smell bad. The incense is lit and the light is warm yellow.

It was class time, and there was no one in the toilet.

She looked for the compartments one by one, and saw that the door of the last one was not closed, so she pushed and walked in.

The tall boy was huddled in the corner, his fingers hanging down were trembling nervously, and there were still blood stains that had not been wiped clean.

"Song Wenjing?"

"Song Wenjing?"

The boy didn't seem to hear it, he only felt the blackness in front of his eyes, this kind of darkness quickly spread around him, engulfing him like a swamp, strangled his throat, and suffocated him.

Her hearing has been blocked from all sounds. Song Wenjing lowered her head and gasped. Her breathing was difficult, as if it would be blocked in the next second. Her palms were cold and sticky, and her fingertips were trembling uncontrollably. This is what happens when a person is extremely frightened. There will be a reaction.

Yan Ran squatted down and called him, calling his name, but it was of no use.

It was like he was trapped in his own nightmare world.

He stumbled to his feet, like a desperate beast driven into a corner, panicked to death.

A violent fire and a sudden car accident destroyed a person's family.

The couple were on the highway when their car leaked oil, causing a car accident and an explosion.

The two men's faces were burned until almost only their bones remained.

Song Wenjing was still very young at that time. He was locked up at home for several days before being released. At that time, he was very hungry and his stomach hurt.

But no one paid attention to him and took Song Wenjing directly to the crematorium. At that time, he was about to be cremated. He had not eaten for several days and saw the corpses of his parents, dripping with blood. His eyes were wide open and his flesh was covered with blood. It was burnt and lay there, with dense bones and a putrid smell.

He vomited, very badly, his stomach was empty, he vomited sour water at first, then turned into retching.

From then on, Song Wenjing suffered from blood phobia.

He has two states respectively.

One is vomiting, breaking into cold sweats, or even fainting when seeing blood.

The other kind is completely opposite. The bright red blood will arouse the violent elements in his body, making him like an irrational beast.

For so long, Song Wenjing always thought that her condition was much better, but she never thought that she would suddenly fall ill.

At this moment, his stomach was spasming and twitching, his nerves were tense, and his vision went black. He couldn't help but lie on the toilet, as if he wanted to vomit out everything in his stomach.

Heartbreaking.

Listening to that voice, Yan Ran felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

There was also Song Wenjing in front of him, who was shrouded in a gloomy sense of darkness.

The young man lowered his head slightly, the obsidian-like ear diamonds on his ears exuded a mysterious light, and the red mole on the tip of his nose was green and charming.

She also squatted down, right next to Song Wenjing.

Without any disgust, the slender snow-white hands lightly landed on Song Wenjing's back, as if afraid of disturbing something, slowly comforted and patted, and said in a low voice: "Song Wenjing..."

She called his name as if to call his soul back.

"Song Wenjing..."

Song Wenjing didn't stop until she couldn't vomit anymore.

Yan Ran was about to stretch his hand back, but his wrist was suddenly tightly grasped by Ming Zhou——

The boy's fingertips were very hot, as if they were going to burn her skin, but her face was pale and bloodless, her chest was heaving violently, and her breathing was rapid and unsteady.

A thin sound came from his throat.

"Don't go, don't go..."

He held Yan Ran's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that the other party would leave, with such strength that his joints turned blue.

The bones of Yan Ran's wrist hurt from being scratched, but she still didn't say anything and allowed the boy to become morbidly dependent.

Cold sweat soaked his hair, and his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom. His eyes were dull, as if he had fallen into a darkness of his own making.

He is like a lion with nowhere to go.

Yan Ran touched the boy's face. It was cold. He sighed softly, and then hugged the boy a little unfamiliarly, giving him a warm and tolerant hug. They faced each other, and the tips of their noses were only a few inches apart. CM: "I won't leave, I'll stay with you."

Stretching out a clean hand to wrap Song Wenjing's blood-soaked fist, she could clearly feel how stiff and firm that fist was.

She used soft force to gently open the boy's fingers one by one, and her palms were covered with cold and sticky sweat.

The two of them maintained this action for a long time, and the scarlet color in Song Wenjing's eyes slowly faded away. His pupils reflected the young man with delicate and rich eyebrows, and he looked a little at a loss.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to explain something, but he couldn't spit out a word for a long time. His lips were chapped and bloodless.

Song Wenjing is a person with a very indifferent personality. Basically nothing can cause him to have too much emotional fluctuations, but his behavior just now may not be known to others. If Yan Ran didn't stop it at that time, someone might really be killed.

He didn't regret it, because at that moment he really had murderous intention towards that boy.

He just didn't want to expose this side in front of Yan Ran.

This kind of out-of-control bloody, violent and terrifying behavior is undoubtedly no different from a psychopath in the eyes of normal people.

Song Wenjing... didn't want Yan Ran to see this side of him.

"I..." His throat was dry and sore. He forced himself to calm down, his eyes were red, and he started talking, but he couldn't find a suitable reason.

"Are you a dummy?"

Yan Ran interrupted him, her eyelashes like butterfly wings drooping lightly, her breath warm and gentle.

"Only a fool would be like you."

"Do you think I will be grateful to you? I can obviously solve it by myself, but you coming here will only cause more trouble for me."

I'll refresh it later.