My Elder Sister is a Superstar

Time passed. At 5 p.m., Professor Li announced his dissolution. Qin Ze, carrying a shoulder bag, bowed his head to play with his mobile phone and left the classroom slowly.

"Qin Ze, the old place is waiting for you."

"Let's roll it first. Come quickly when you're finished."

In the dormitory chat group, roommates left him messages.

It's only five o'clock now. It's still early. It's not too late to play a few games and go home. It won't delay modeling lessons. Thinking of this, Qin Ze flew happily to the Internet cafe.

It takes great perseverance to make progress. And depravity only needs a reason to convince yourself.

After puffing in the Internet cafe and maneuvering in the virtual world, Qin Ze was surprised that the sky outside the window was gray until 6:30.

"Come again, come again, I don't believe I can fail three times in a row." Li Liang bit his cigarette end and cursed.

Apart from the first win in the first set, the four lost two consecutive sets, which made Li Liang extremely unwilling and upset.

Qin Ze looked at the time and remembered that his sister lost her temper last night, resolutely rejected the game invitation sent by Liu Ziqiang, an Internet addict, quit the game and settled the computer, "you play, I have more work today, so I'll go back first. I'll make an appointment another day."

If I don't cook a chicken stewed with mushrooms tonight, will Qin Baobao break off the relationship between sister and brother with me?

"Shit, can you play happily?" Li Liang rolled his eyes.

Qin Ze patted him on the shoulder and said, "let's go."

Take the elevator downstairs and pick up a cigarette at the gate of the Internet cafe. At this time, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye. Several young people dressed in flowing clothes came towards him, jeans, black T-shirts, and a head of hair covering his eyes, between normal people and killing Matt.

Qin Ze has always kept such people at a respectful distance, holding the lighter and siding to avoid. Unexpectedly, the guy wearing silver earrings in the lead hit him with a provocative shoulder. Instead of knocking Qin Ze down, he stumbled. Fortunately, his companions behind him helped him.

"* * *'s ghost pen." The tremella ring youth scolded angrily and raised his feet to Qin Ze's lower abdomen.

Qin Ze hurriedly stepped back a few steps, avoided his foot, and was about to speak. The young man was unwilling to let go and shouted, "hit him."

Several people rushed together. In the chaos, Qin Ze didn't know how many feet he had been kicked and how many fists he had eaten. Before, he must fall to the ground and curl up with his head in his arms, whatever you do. But he is different now. He is physically strong and his ability to fight is not the same.

Fiveorsix people kicked and kicked around him, and Qin Ze was also fighting back. He got up and kicked over a guy. The man covered his stomach and curled up retching. For a moment, he couldn't stand up.

Qin Ze gritted his teeth and suffered a raindrop like blow, kicking and kicking back, hitting and kicking... Hey, where's the person!

With a glance, they all lay on the ground.

I'm not what I used to be. Now I'm a fitness expert who can jump one meter high. How strong are my legs? A feeling of pride rose in my heart, and I could not wait for a long roar.

At this time, there are many pedestrians on the road during the rush hour. Some people took out their mobile phones to take photos or record small videos.

During the fight, adrenal hormones were secreted and the spirit was excited. At this time, the hot blood cooled, and I felt pain all over, especially in my face and eyes.

Mom, in the novel, the protagonist fights with ten people. They are all deceiving. It's really a fight. There's a swarm of people in chaos. You're not three headed and six armed. You can't beat your sister when you see moves.

"Fuck your sister, a group of brats, wait to enter the police station." Qin zechao vomited a mouthful of blood and took out his mobile phone to call the police.

It's been a long time. Beating people has to pay a price.

Perhaps hearing that he wanted to call the police, the tremella ring youth was in a hurry. He took out a folding knife from his pocket and hit Qin Ze with his body. When he staggered, the folding knife stabbed Qin Ze in the abdomen.

The lower abdomen cooled slightly, not as painful as expected, but Qin Ze only felt a chill climb up the spine, and his heart beat violently.

Shallow medical knowledge told him that pain was caused by the flow of blood and the contraction of muscles, touching nerves and then feeling pain. Many times, death is not related to pain. Without severe pain, it doesn't mean you're okay.

I was stabbed!

I may die!

Great fear enveloped him, adrenaline was secreted madly, and the wild nature hidden in DNA was stimulated. He was like a beast on the brink of death, and made a counterattack.

He punched the tremella ring youth in the face and broke the bridge of the nose.

"Kill! Kill!"

"Call the police!"

"Call 120 first."

"Take photos and tweet quickly."

The melon eaters around fried the pot, some panicked, some impatient, some distracted, some in high spirits. Passers by gather more and more.

In the Internet cafe, Li Liang clattered on the keyboard, swam the mouse, and fought to death in the game.

There was a noise downstairs, and he faintly heard "kill, kill..."

Sensitive words stimulated his instinct, and his heart thumped. The game was insignificant at this time. He threw the mouse, rushed to the security window, and looked down.

For the first time, he saw Qin Ze sitting on the ground, with a bloody abdomen and a few humming young people lying beside him.

Li Liang's pupils instantly contracted, and a chill sprang up, like falling into an ice cellar. "Qin Ze was stabbed!"

Zhao Ba Liang and Liu Ziqiang, who rushed behind them, sank in their hearts, their heads roared, and filled with fear, anger, panic... Many emotions.

"Call 120..."

"Call the police quickly."

"Hello, Professor Qin... Qin Ze was stabbed, in, in the Xiyu Internet cafe not far from the school gate..."

The incandescent lamp illuminates a small room of more than 30 square meters, with whitewashed walls, sofas, televisions, single beds, and a faint smell of alcohol cotton and disinfectant floating in the air.

Qin Ze lay pale in a single hospital bed, put on a blue and white striped suit, with drops hanging on his right hand, and was cooperating with the police comrade to take notes.

Mr. Qin sat on the sofa with a gloomy face. Not long ago, he drove home. Just halfway there, he received a call from a student saying that his son had been stabbed. The old man blew up at that time, hit the steering wheel wildly, threw a perfect arc, and drove in the opposite direction, ran the red light, and went straight to the school. The man who always obeyed the rules stepped on the accelerator to the end and sped out the speed of the highway in the urban area. It took only five minutes to get to the scene and saw his son lying in a pool of blood.

At this time, the ambulance also arrived at the scene. There were two hospitals near the University Town, just a few kilometers away.

Qin Ze was rushed to the emergency room for rescue. The old man hurried around outside and caught Li Liang, Zhao Ba Liang, and Liu Ziqiang to inquire about the situation. The three guys also looked confused and said they didn't know. We were playing games in the Internet cafe and heard someone shouting to kill. When we leaned over, we found that Qin Ze had been stabbed.

Half an hour later, the doctor in white coat came out of the suture room, and the old man immediately raised his heart for fear that he would say: we have done our best.

His old Qin family is a dead queen.

Fortunately, Qin Ze's life should not be lost. The doctor said that fortunately, the folding knife was a five centimeter knife. The wound was not deep, and it did not stab the organs, arteries and other dangerous places. There was no life safety, but there was a little blood loss. It would be good to have a good rest for a while.

The old man almost cried with joy, saying that my son was mediocre and incompetent since childhood, and mediocre people should live a long life.

He arranged a separate ward for his son. After the nurse gave Qin Ze a tetanus injection, the old man also sent Li Liang away by the way, saying thank you, classmates, and invite everyone to dinner another day.

In a moment, the police came.

"Do you know them?" It was a policeman in his early thirties who took the notes and asked meticulously.

"No!" Qin Ze's voice was weak, mainly painful. The effect of the anesthetic passed. The corners of his mouth twitched because of the pain of the wound, and even his breathing would pull the abdominal wound.

The policeman took notes carefully and asked, "how did you conflict?"

"I don't know. Somehow, he bumped into me. I avoided it, so he kicked me and asked his companions to hit people together."

"And then?"

"I'll defend myself. I can't stand and be beaten. They can't beat me. They lie on the ground. I just wanted to call the police, and that stupid... Guy took out a knife and stabbed me. At that time, I thought I was dying, so I gave the other Party A punch. By the way, police comrade, how are those guys..."

Ten minutes later, the transcript was finished.

The policeman said, "the batter has been detained in the police station, and the person who stabbed you is in this hospital. His nose bone was discounted by you, and now he is also under investigation. We will call out the monitoring of the Internet cafe, and according to the injury report, if he causes a minor injury crime or more, we will sue him according to law."

The old man saw off the police comrade and returned to the ward with a dark face.

Qin Ze said, "Dad, where's my sister."

"I asked her to pick up your mother and let your mother stay here to take care of you in the evening." The old man took out a cigarette and suddenly realized that this was the ward and put it back in the cigarette box.

Qin Ze said with a smile, "Dad, smoke if you want. Close the door and open the window. Then... Order one for me by the way."

"What kind of cigarettes do you smoke? You still think about cigarettes when you look like this." The old man was addicted to smoking. At the instigation of his son, he closed the door, opened the window, and stood by the window to breathe.

The old man smoked a few cigarettes, his mind was a little calm, and he was still scared. He angrily taught Qin Ze: "this time, you're lucky. In the future, don't make trouble everywhere. If you can't fight, you can run. What can you do with it? Fighting is the most irrational. If you win, you'll be imprisoned, and if you lose, you'll go to the hospital."

Qin Ze kept silent and said in his heart that TM is a modern version of dou'e. is it OK? Who's causing trouble.

The rhythm of father and son getting along is basically one side lecturing and the other listening.

"Over there at school..."

"I'll ask for leave for you. You're in the hospital for a few days now. Your injury is better, and then go home to recuperate. Forget about the exam, and just make-up exam next semester."

"Oh, oh."

The father is the son, and Qin Ze has always been afraid of his father.

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Qin Baobao's mother and daughter stormed in.

The old man's hand shook, and the smoke almost fell to the ground.