Agent Reborn: God-level Scholar

Chapter 95 If you don’t accept it, then resist

A look of ridicule appeared on her pretty little face, and then she gradually tightened her grip, "Do you believe it? It doesn't take three seconds, I can separate your head and neck."

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

The aura that burst out from the body on a midsummer night was too cold and powerful to be ignored. The bitch who was once trampled under people's feet and bullied wantonly has now turned into a female devil from hell. No one can accept it.

Fang Qingrui was the only one who was knocked down by her before she even came on stage.

She stood not far away and said in a cold voice: "I heard that people whose lives are borrowed will die suddenly and miserably. On a midsummer night, your good days will soon come to an end. You might as well obey us early and gain some virtue for yourself."

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Sheng Xia Ye couldn't understand what she was talking about, but she just strengthened her hand a little more.

"Qingrui, save me!" The companion exclaimed hysterically, big beads of sweat falling from his face, mixed with tears, and he looked particularly embarrassed.

Fang Qingrui's eyes were like arrows, piercing Shengxia Ye fiercely. At the last moment, she relaxed and said, "Let her go, and I'll let you take her away."

"not enough."

Sheng Xiaye sneered, "Turn on your phone and record a message now. Promise me that you won't cause trouble to Zhong Wenman anymore."

These people just need a lesson.

Did bullying really become a tradition in Shenggao? They were lucky enough to meet her today.

Then we should rectify this unhealthy trend again!

Fang Qingrui's face darkened slightly, and she suppressed her anger and roared: "In the midsummer night, don't bully others too much!"

"If she doesn't like it, she will die."

Sheng Xia Ye tightened the whip again. As long as she exerted one more effort, the girl in her arms would really be gone.

The girl's face turned blue and her breathing became particularly difficult.

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

At this point, she stopped talking, and a sinister smile slowly appeared on her lips.

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

Behind her!

Sheng Xia Ye turned her head in a hurry and saw that one of the people she had knocked to the ground was filling Zhong Wenman's mouth with the cup of "milk" filled with paint.

She pinched Zhong Wenman's neck, forcing her not to speak, and tilting her head up so that the paint could enter faster.

This is a life-threatening matter!

It’s so heartbreaking!

Sheng Xia Ye immediately kicked the man away and said in a deep voice: "Zhong Wenman, spit it out, spit it all out!"

"These are powerful paints. If you swallow them, your throat will be greatly damaged. Don't talk about singing. You may have difficulty even talking for the rest of your life." The man was kicked to the ground on Midsummer Night. He didn't feel uncomfortable, but just gloated.

Asking Fang Qingrui for credit, "Sister Rui, did I do a good job?"

Fang Qingrui's eyes were filled with admiration, "Not bad."

Shengxiaye pressed Zhong Wenman's Lianquan point, helped her bend over and lowered her head, and helped her quickly induce vomiting.

She then dialed 120.

"Fang Qingrui, and you guys, if she really can no longer speak because of this, you will pay the price."

On Midsummer Night, she saw that the girl in front of her was pale and even vomited blood in her mouth. She turned back to look at a 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 the song "Good Luck Comes".

Song Shuruo saw Zhong Wenman coming out on Midsummer Night and hurriedly followed him with his camera.

"Deleted." Shengxia Ye turned around and glanced at him coldly.

Just when Song Shuruo was about to open his mouth to interview her, she felt cold all over, shuddered faintly, said oh, and deleted all the photos.

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

On a midsummer night, Zhong Wenman was carried into the car, and medical staff rushed to rescue her. Until the moment the door closed, not far away, Mo Xi watched all this with squinted eyes.

He found that he couldn't understand Midsummer Night.

This woman seems to have a thousand faces...

The square ward was filled with pure white, the intermediate color between death and survival.

Seeing the girl on the bed moving her fingers, she moved from the sofa to the bedside. Zhong Wenman woke up and saw it was her. He opened his mouth to say something, but not only could not a single word come out, but his throat hurt so much it felt like it was being torn apart.

"Do not talk!"

Shengxiaye covered her with the quilt and said, "You need to have a good rest now."

Zhong Wenman looked at her steadily, raising one hand feebly and pointing at her throat.

"I know what you want to ask."

Sheng Xia Ye breathed a sigh of relief, with a slight arc hanging on her thin lips, "I induced vomiting for you in an emergency, and the medical staff also handled it in a timely manner. The dose you swallowed was not large, and it did have some impact on your throat, but it will be cured soon. It’s back to what it was before.”

Zhong Wenman burst into tears and couldn't help but hold her hand excitedly.

She seemed to have a lot to say.

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

After reading the content, Sheng Xiaye exhaled helplessly, "How could you be the one who caused me trouble? There are not even a thousand but eight hundred people in school who dislike me, and I still can't stand them."

Zhong Wenman asked again: Xia Ye, you have been a "bitch" for a period of time before. They tortured you like that. How did you survive it? I feel like I can't bear it...

It had only been one day, and those people were tormenting her so devilishly.

She didn't know what she had done wrong. She had no idea how long she would have to live like this to become a meal for these people.

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

But the girl in front of me...

She still has that bright smile, just like before. How did she survive until now?

Midsummer night, I could see Zhong Wenman's grievance and sadness from her words.

"Why do you need to stand up? What does persistence mean? 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 wanted to resist.

But she doesn't have Shengxia Ye's fighting power, let alone her intelligence. She has been accustomed to feeling inferior since she was a child, and she doesn't dare to say no.

"You, if you can't beat them, will wait until you recover and overwhelm them in other ways. Zhong Wen is attracted to you because he is jealous of your talent. Then you will work harder to study and sing."

On a midsummer night, I unlocked my phone and showed Zhong Wenman a popular entertainment platform. There were many anchors and bloggers singing quietly.

"To be honest, I was very touched when I heard your singing today. If you have the opportunity, you can use the online platform to spread your singing and vent some of your own thoughts. Remember, gold always shines and good things come in hard work."

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

Enemies meet on a narrow road, and she meets her step-sister's adoptive mother whom she hasn't seen for a long time in the hospital lobby...

(End of chapter)