Mr. Lu’s Little Pitiful

"Oh!" The girl who had just put water next to her hurried forward, trying to grab Gu Niannian's arm, but was kicked away by Gu Niannian.

The girl was kicked out two meters away, clutching her stomach and falling to the ground screaming in pain.

The girl who was still holding the mobile phone for video was terrified, her hand dropped, and she didn't dare to continue recording.

Gu Niannian turned to look at her and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Continue recording."

Three words, her voice was so sweet and soft, but the girl felt a chill on her back.

Shaking her hands, she pointed her phone at Gu Niannian and Liu Xuan again.

Gu Niannian hooked her lips in satisfaction, and dragged Liu Xuan's hair to the pool.

"Do you want to do this to me?" After she finished speaking, she had already pressed Liu Xuan's face into the pool.

The voice of "gululu" and Liu Xuan's violent struggle, but under the restraint of Gu Niannian, she couldn't even lift her head from the pool.

The girl who recorded the video with her mobile phone shook her hands and listened to Gu Niannian counting down to fifteen with her sweet voice, her tone was casual and comfortable, as if Liu Xuan, who was struggling under her hands, didn't exist at all.

After counting fifteen, Gu Niannian pulled Liu Xuan's hair up and raised her head.

Liu Xuan's face was pale and she could breathe freely, first coughing, and then breathing heavily.

However, before taking two breaths, his head hit hard and he was pressed into the water again.

Still count down to dozens or five, then let people breathe for two seconds, and then press it down.

After repeating it ten times, Gu Niannian stopped.

She let go of her hand, as if Liu Xuan, who had stepped into the gate of hell several times, had collapsed to the ground, as if she was about to die.

"She she she..." The video girl couldn't even hold her cell phone.

Gu Niannian glanced at her and replied with a smile, "Don't worry, she won't die."

The video girl looked at Gu Niannian's sweet smile, and was so frightened that her heart was about to fall out of her body. This time, the phone was really unsteady, and it fell to the ground with a bang, and the screen shattered.

"I'm sorry! Please don't hit me! I'll never speak ill of you again!" The girl hugged her head and squatted on the ground, apologizing and crying.

Gu Niannian ignored her, but picked up the girl's phone.

After clicking and saving the video just recorded, I also looked at the mobile phone album.

Then Gu Niannian discovered that there were actually many videos on the phone, all of which were recorded by Liu Xuan bullying others.

"It seems that you are professional households of campus bullying." Gu Niannian said lightly.

The girl who was squatting on the ground and begging trembled even more: "I know I was wrong, I will never dare again..."

"The mobile phone is confiscated, and you are not allowed to bully others in the future. Otherwise..." Gu Niannian didn't finish the rest of the sentence, looked down at Liu Xuan who looked timid, smiled at her, and left after successfully obtaining a frightened expression. the bathroom.

Five minutes later, the three girls came out, supporting each other.

Some people asked curiously, but they just shook their heads and did not dare to confess to Gu Niannian.

Terrible, that's just the devil!

That short experience will leave a huge psychological shadow on Liu Xuan's life, which is also her return to other people's school violence.

No one knows what happened in the bathroom for the time being. Gu Niannian went back upstairs as usual, and went back to the classroom with Huahua and the others to prepare for class.

Sitting on the seat, Gu Niannian turned off the confiscated mobile phone and put it in his schoolbag.

Because Song Mingliang picked out the real names of those anonymous users, Huahua and others directly logged into their accounts, posted the list, and added: If you have the courage to talk nonsense, you must have the courage to bear it!

The people in the ninth class of senior three sent it, and soon the students in the second and ninth and nineteenth classes of senior high also sent it.

Although the three classes usually don't communicate much, they think that the ninth class is a group and must be united at critical moments.