Mengtang was sent back to the dormitory by the counselor personally, but she did not go up. She just talked to the dormitory aunt.
Farewell to the counselor, Meng Tang’s back collapsed. It was so painful that it should be bruised.
The elevator arrived. Just as Meng Tang was about to go out, he was startled by Xie Lingyin, Shi Lan and Yang Ke who were blocked at the door.
"You... want to go out?" Meng Tang asked innocently.
"Were you beaten by Wang Jue?" Xie Lingyin was shocked and angry, "Is he still a human?"
Meng Tang walked out of the elevator and asked in surprise: "How do you know?"
"Wei Chuan told me."
"What?" Meng Tang was stunned, "He asked you to take care of me?"
h He gets sick easily at night, so ask me to take care of him. If something really happens at night, call him. Meng Tang: "...Is he a fool?"
Please ask the girl you like to take care of other girls?
Meng Tang took off her coat on the chair. Xie Lingyin lifted up her sweater and looked inside, saying:
"It's really a bruise, does it hurt?"
Meng Tang nodded: "A little bit. There are clothes to cushion it, it’s just a trauma, it will be fine in a few days.” Xie Lingyin couldn’t help but pinch Meng Tang’s waist: “Why is it so white.”
Hearing this, Shi Lan came around and asked curiously: "What do you think it feels like to kiss?"
Yang Ke said: "You'd know if your upper lip touches your lower lip."
Shi Lan: "Even if I have never eaten pork, I have seen pigs run away. How can a kiss be an upper lip touching a lower lip? You haven't seen it on TV. , and stick out your tongue, French kiss, do you understand? 」
Yang Ke is a bit of a germaphobe, with a look of disgust on his face: "Isn't it dirty?"
Shi Lan: "...So you have been solo since you were born."
"What am I talking about?" Shi Lan said sadly, "I have a psychological shadow on boys now. Look at Zhang Yifan and Wang Jue, they are just crazy."
"It's good." Meng Tang was glad that Xie Lingyin didn't have any objections to Wei Chuan, "It's late, I went to wash up. Have you all washed up?"
She saw him early the next morning, and Wei Chuan asked her if her back was injured.
Meng Tang thought for a while and replied: [No, it doesn’t hurt anymore. 】
Wei Chuan didn't reply, so she didn't care and went to class with her bag on her back.
As for Wang Jue's handling, the school asked Meng Tang for his opinion, and Meng Tang chose to call the police.
However, Meng Tang was not substantially harmed, and Wang Jue’s spread of rumors did not constitute a serious case. In the end, he was detained and fined.
The heaviest punishment is his expulsion from school.
However, Wang Jue’s parents were not economical. They and their whole family blocked the school gate and demanded fair treatment.
Him also used a loudspeaker to threaten that Meng Tang had a backing and would force ordinary people like them into desperate situations, saying that it was not easy for a rural person to train a college student.
Don't say it, the effect is quite good, and many people who don't know the inside story have agreed.
The school tried to communicate with them several times, but the other party did not cooperate at all and only made trouble in front of the school.
Z University announced the whole story through official channels, and was determined not to change its handling of Wang Jue. Suddenly, the matter became polarized.
The wave of followers came from the school, the wave of followers of Wang Jue’s parents, and even many Internet celebrities who fished in troubled waters came to gain popularity.
Seeing the situation getting more and more out of control, Wei Chuan silently looked up the number of Assistant Wei Sijia from the contacts on his phone.
The weekend passed and the Wang family disappeared from the school gate. Meng Tang thought the school had taken care of it.
I spent a few days peacefully and peacefully, less than a week before Wei Chuan's birthday.
When his family asked him what his plans were for this year, Wei Chuan replied: "I have my own plans."
He called Qin Yuan: "Can you help me find a venue on Christmas night."
"I thought you were as low-key as ever." Qin Yuan complained, "It's only been a few days, where can I find it for you?"
Wei Chuan: "The money is in place, what can't be done, but One thing, you are not allowed to bring random internet celebrities. My classmates will go there."
Qin Yuan said, "It's just Meng Tang, he's still a classmate."
"Fuck off, are you going to help or not?"
"Help, who cares about us two brothers?"
Wei Chuan hung up the phone and went back to the dormitory, telling Xu Heqing and others about the matter.
There is no reason not to go to a brother’s birthday.
Wei Chuan hesitated to speak, and Xu Heqing asked thoughtfully: "Is there anyone else? It's not just us big boys, right?" "Aren't you screaming?" Liang Heng said flatteringly, "That's my savior."
Meng Tang's rhubarb sculpture carved by Wei Chuan was roughly trimmed and chiseled, and then he began to trim it carefully.
After receiving a call from Wei Chuan, she directly put the phone on speakerphone, since she was the only one in the studio anyway.
After a few words of greeting, Wei Chuan said: "It's my birthday on Thursday night. Xu Heqing and the others are also here. Do you want to come over to play?"
He also specifically mentioned that Xu Heqing was also there, and Meng Tang laughed: "Do you want me to help you make an appointment with Lingyin."
Wei Chuan responded vaguely: "Are you coming?"
"How can I give you a gift if I don't go?" Meng Tang agreed, "I'll call you Lingyin."
"You prepared a gift for me?" Wei Chuan heard nothing else at all.
Meng Tang used a triangular chisel to slowly carve the neck of Rhubarb and said, "Yes, it's just a small gift. Don't dislike it."
"How could I dislike it." Wei Chuan said in a high tone, "You can bring everyone from your dormitory with you, everyone knows each other."
Meng Tang: "Let me ask."
This is what he said, but Shi Lan absolutely agrees.
Weichuan was thinking about the gift Meng Tang wanted to give him, so he even took Xu Heqing's calendar to count.
Xu Heqing complained: "Why are you so possessive about other people's calendars?"
Wei Chuan: "Borrow it."
As he said that, he crossed out the number 24 with a pen.