The strongest healer

Chapter 26 Kowtow
Early the next morning, Song Shi was woken up by a whistle.

Before she opened her eyes, her fingers touched her waist and pressed on it.

The pain is less than yesterday.

She sat up, put on the clean clothes that had been placed beside the bed last night, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Staring at himself in the mirror, the corners of his mouth were smooth, and the redness, swelling and bruises caused by yesterday's punch were gone.

Song Shi touched his fingertips and thought thoughtfully. Her recovery speed was too fast. Although those with high probability of violent differentiation were better than ordinary people in terms of recovery ability, they could not recover 80% to 90% in one night. situation.

She needed to cover up, and Song Shi remembered that there was a small package of cosmetics prepared by Tang You in the suitcase.

She pushed open the bathroom door, squatted down by the bed, pulled out the suitcase, opened it, and found the bag of cosmetics under a large bag of medicines.

Song Shi returned to the bathroom, picked through the cosmetics, found a suitable bluish-purple color, applied it to his mouth with his fingers, took a step back and looked away, but felt that it was not realistic enough, and added a layer of red.

It still seems almost interesting.

Song Shi simply squeezed out the liquid foundation, patted it open, and applied a thin layer to the corners of her mouth. It did not completely cover the bruises, creating the effect that she was deliberately covering the wound.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking around, Song Shi was very satisfied with the effect. He put back the cosmetics, tied up his hair, and pushed out the door.

Life in a regulated school is the same from day to day.

Entered the cafeteria, received the plate, and went to get breakfast.

Today's breakfast is a piece of bread as big as a palm and a stew.

Song Shi held the plate with these things and looked for a seat.

She still came a little late today, and every eight-person table had more or less people sitting on it. She simply went straight to the nearest table and sat down.

These people would take the initiative to avoid her anyway.

Sure enough, when she walked in this direction, all the people eating in front of her quietly raised their eyes to observe her. It was not until she put down their plates that people who were not at the same table as her lowered their eyes and continued eating. Unfortunately, Sitting next to her, he said "bad luck" and took the plate to another place.

Song Shi turned a deaf ear to the insult and ate quickly with his head down.

At the same time, she remains highly focused and always pays attention to the flow of people passing by.

The situation where I was restrained and passive at the beginning yesterday cannot happen again.

Someone was approaching, and a group of younger brothers were following behind him.

Song Shi's eating movements remained unchanged, but if you look closely, you can notice that the knuckles of her right hand holding the spoon turned white. Her eating speed was slowing down, and she was ready to rebel at any time.

The man stretched out his hand and came towards her shoulder.

Song Shi's shoulders were tense, and he placed the spoon against the plate. He slid his hand down, grasped the middle of the handle of the spoon, and quickly turned it over with the tip facing downwards.

The warm fingers touched her shoulder, and Song Shi moved his wrist to prick her.

"Hello, little sister." The other party patted her shoulder and took back his hand.

Song Shi's hand on the ladle didn't let go. She looked sideways and saw that the boy put one hand in his pocket and sat down next to her.

He sat sideways, one leg casually stepped on the horizontal bar between the two stools, his elbows rested on the table, and his head rested on his fists. He tilted his head and looked over, very familiar, "I heard that you took Tong Jun yesterday. You were sent to the hospital, I didn’t expect you to be so powerful.”

After Song Shi confirmed that the other party had no intention of taking action, he lowered his head and continued eating.

When Song Shi didn't get a reply, the other party raised his eyebrows and felt offended, but he quickly calmed down and continued to smile, "Let me introduce myself first. I am Dai Ming, who is one year below you. I can do anything in the future, young lady." Go to me, I am the most loyal to my friends."

The people who met for the first time kept talking about "friends" and "loyalty", and Song Shi believed them.

She had finished her stew and was breaking off half of the bread and putting it in her mouth.

The bread was very dry, and even though Song Shi ate it slowly, he still felt a little choked.

Dai Ming hooked his fingers at his men and handed over a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle thoughtfully and placed it in front of Song Shi.

Song Shi glanced at it but didn't touch it.

"Miss, do you know why Tong Jun came to find you?" Dai Ming asked, holding his head.

Song Shi said straightforwardly, "How much did Wei Yuyu's mother give you?"

"Well... not much, just 10 yuan. Whoever is the first to send the video to her every day will get a reward of 10 yuan."

Song Shi captured an information point:

The first one every day.

This was the reason why the person in front of her hurriedly found her during breakfast. He was worried that someone else would "get in first", so he took a video and received the 100,000 bonus.

Only a group of people came to her yesterday, and it was for this reason that the bonus had already been taken away by the person named Tong. No matter how much the others were eager to get the 100,000 bonus, there was no point in coming to her again.

Therefore, from now on, only one group of people will come to her every day, and because of the fierce competition, the time will be earlier and earlier. Like today, she was approached as soon as she got up and came to the cafeteria.

"Little sister, I actually don't want to hurt you," the other party sighed with pretense of pity, looking at the corner of Song Shi's mouth, and stretched out his hand to touch, "That guy Tong Jun doesn't know how to show mercy at all. Look at how cruel he is. Tsk, this won’t go away for even five or six days.”

Song Shi turned his face away from his fingers and threw the few remaining bread in his hand on the plate.

"Just tell me what you want to do."

Dai Ming retracted his hand and put it on the knee of the leg on the railing. He said affectionately: "Actually, I also want to help you. Instead of being beaten up by different people every day and suffering, why not establish a long-term relationship with me?" Cooperate, we will perform a play every day and pay it to Wang Danyu. I will take the money and you will suffer less."

Song Shi endured, "What kind of show are you playing?"

"Simple," Dai Ming put down his crossed legs, pointed to the optical brain on the wrist of one of his younger brothers, and introduced enthusiastically, "Kneel down and beg for mercy in front of the camera. It's best to cry harder and have a humble attitude. After kowtowing a few times and convincing Wang Danyu, the money will come naturally."

Song Shi lowered his eyes and looked at the reflection of the steel dinner plate, "What if I don't want to?"

Dai Ming rubbed his neck, and the men behind him were immediately ready to make a move, "Then I can only follow Tong Jun's method yesterday. After all... I always have to get the money."

Song Shi was silent for a moment: "Okay."

Dai Ming's eyes lit up, "Do you agree to cooperate?" He quickly called back to his men to turn on the camera of the optical brain.

Song Shi squeezed the dinner plate tightly with both hands, stood up suddenly, and hit the back of his head, which was facing away from him. "Shoot your mom!"

"Shoot your mom!"

"Shoot your mom!"

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The steel dinner plate was severely deformed and had a big dent in it after three consecutive shots.

Dai Ming was caught off guard and was photographed so badly that he fell headfirst to the ground. Fortunately, his subordinates helped him in time to avoid close contact with the ground.

The number far exceeds that of the men brought by Tong Jun yesterday who surrounded Song Shi.

Song Shi jumped on the dining table, waving the plate and slapping everyone who came near.

The dinner plate was slapped on the arms and head, and the loud and solid "crackling" sound made the teeth of the people eating around them ache.

The controller was still not attracted by the noise here and allowed them to fight.

Song Shi swung the dinner plate so fast that the people who gathered around the table to catch her could only see the afterimages of the dinner plate flying past. Before they knew it, their arms were A numb, hit.

The roars of pain came and went.

For a while, no one came close to Song Shi.

Dai Ming, who was helped to the side to rest, finally calmed down, rubbed the back of his head, and looked at Song Shi, who was jumping up and down on the dining table. He couldn't stop being so angry that he grabbed the table he was sitting on and ran away in a hurry without having time to clear the plates. The plate left by the man was thrown at Song Shi.

Song Shi was keenly aware of a silver object flying towards her head from the corner of her eye.

She held the end of the dinner plate with both hands, slapped the item back in a badminton-playing posture, and then focused her attention in front of her again.

The dinner plate returned as fast as it came.

Dai Ming's pupils shrank suddenly and he quickly dodged sideways. The dinner plate passed by the bridge of his nose and was chopped vertically on the dining table. The huge impact caused the lower part of the dinner plate to roll over and leave an obvious scratch on the dining table. .

Dai Ming was thankful, but his face was livid with anger. He stood up and grabbed the collar of a boy outside, and took him to another table next to the one occupied by Song Shi.

"Go up! Throw her down!" Dai Ming ordered.

Song Shi stood on top, and no one could get close to her. They could only pounce her down to find the right moment.

The younger brother raised his head and glanced at Song Shi, who was bursting with fighting power, and was afraid to go up.

Dai Ming grabbed his collar, lifted him up a little, forced the other person to look into his eyes, and said word for word, "If you don't do what I say, you will be her next!"

The little brother trembled and nodded hastily, "I'll go, I'll go..."

Dai Ming loosened his collar, and his younger brother climbed onto the table on a stool. He stood up and faced Song Shi's direction. He closed his eyes and mustered up the courage for himself. In the next moment, he crossed the gap between the two tables. Pounced towards Song Dynasty.

How could Song Shi not notice such a large person suddenly pressing over him?

She also knew that the other party's purpose was to drag her down.

She mustered up all her energy and hit him hard on the head the moment the opponent rushed towards him.

The man couldn't dodge and was hit by such a blow. He was dizzy and his nosebleed suddenly spurted out. But he still remembered the mission Dai Ming had given him, so he opened his arms to hug Song Shi. Song Shi gathered his strength and raised his leg, kicking him. on the chest.

Song Shi's strength was not small, especially now that he was still in the explosive stage. He was even more powerful. He kicked him down with just one kick. The man's arms were thrown away, and he felt weightless. He couldn't care about Song. At this moment, he subconsciously protected his head and fell to the ground.

Before Song Shi could be happy that this crisis was resolved, his other ankle, which was propped up on the dining table, was covered with something warm.

Song Shi secretly thought something was wrong, and hurriedly lowered his center of gravity, and swung the hand holding the steel plate towards his back.

But it's too late.

A hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

Song Shi slid off the dining table.

Another hand appeared and snatched the dinner plate from her hand.

Song Shi held on to the plate tightly, fell off the dining table, and knelt on the ground. People around him who had been waiting for a long time rushed towards him.

Song Shi ignored the pain that felt like his kneecaps were shattering, and struggled to use the sharp edge of the torn dinner plate to scratch the faces and bodies of those around him.

I don't know whose blood was splattered on Song Shi's face and hair, and I don't know who pulled her hair tie. Her hair fell loose and was grabbed. Song Shi's body was forced to fall to the ground. At the last moment, she threw the dinner plate out and hit a person on the head. A big hole immediately opened in his forehead, and he covered his head and retreated.

At this time, for Song Dynasty, one less person is one.

Song Shi was finally drowned in the punches and kicks.

She protected her neck and curled up to minimize the damage.

Because of her previous indiscriminate injuries, everyone had more or less bruises and scratches on their bodies, so their hatred for her was naturally a little deeper.

The group fight lasted for a long time, and they didn't disperse until Song Shi's breath weakened.

They still pinched her face, and after taking pictures of her miserable condition, they helped each other and evacuated.

Song Shi did not faint this time. She calmed down for a long time before adapting to the pain in her body. She got up from the ground and looked at the blood stains scattered everywhere on the ground. It was shocking. Some of it was hers, but more of those people's.

She made money today.

Song Shi laughed softly.

The laughter matched her face with blood and her disheveled hair, like a wounded wolf and a pack of hyenas biting her hundreds of times but still surviving, heroic and cruel yet terrifying.

The cleaning staff in the canteen were so calmed by her appearance that they took a step back and dared not approach her with their tools.

Song Shi wiped the heat from her nose and wiped the bright red blood on the back of her hands. She took out the tissue she had prepared this morning from her pocket, rolled it into a ball and blocked her nostrils, dragged her right leg and walked towards the teaching building. go.

(End of this chapter)