waste heat

Chapter 95

Blizzard makes this winter unforgettable.

Such a serious fight in the south of the city has already been watched by others, and it spread to the ears of teachers and students in the whole school with lightning speed. There are almost even videos on the Internet. The rumors are terrible. Some people say that people were beaten to death. Some people said that the ambulance came, and some people spread various versions indiscriminately. The only ones who really knew the ins and outs of everything were the few people in the hospital.

There is also a person who stepped on the snow late at night.

He knew that there was a blizzard in the south of the city, but he never thought it would be so cold. He felt the desolation along the way, and he had to clenched his fists tightly. water, evaporates in the air.

Blizzard wet the broken hair on his forehead, and his hot body was wrapped in a padded jacket. He walked on this long-lost path, watching the wind and snow by the fence, his eyes became darker and darker.

How long, fuck.

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Several boys sat together in the dormitory, not in the mood to sleep, let alone play games, and kept silent to each other. The atmosphere was so overwhelming that someone turned on the computer and played the game sound.

"He asked for his own death, so what does it matter to us?" The tone was full of indifference, but there was still a little trembling and panic when listening carefully, but it was well concealed.

"What if he really died?" The topic box was opened, and no one was in the mood to talk about other things except this matter. A group of people calmed down and were seen by so many people. It is impossible for them to be safe if something happened.

"He kicked me first, damn it," a boy touched the corner of his mouth, sitting on a chair and said, "If you have the ability to go to court, let's see who is right, anyway, he did it first."

"It's so dead that I came here directly! Who cares whether to do it first!"

"Why the hell are you yelling at me? You didn't hit him? You kicked him in the head, right? I don't even know how you dared to knock him out! If he dies, it's your responsibility!"

"Damn, blame me now?" The boy who was about to start working with the desk and chair said, "You want to lie in the hospital too, don't you?"

"Fuck you, fuck." A boy stood up angrily and walked towards the door. A topic ruined the harmonious atmosphere. Their egoism in the face of danger has already made them ignore the unanimity at the beginning. The words of self-preservation lost their logic because of panic, and only pursued evasion and blame.

The air in the room was stuffy, and some people couldn't sit still. They planned to take a breath and smoke a cigarette, but they didn't know that before they went out, a tall and dark figure appeared in front of the door.

"Get the fuck out, I won't get involved in any accidents..." Before finishing speaking, he turned his head and saw his roommate who was stunned, and a figure by the door. The boy jumped up from the chair. Noticing the attention of others, they all raised their heads and looked over. Everyone stopped their hands and stared slightly.

"You didn't make a mistake." The tall man stretched out his hand, and with the heat of winter in his mouth, he pointed at the open door, his voice was softer, but it made people's hearts tremble, "309."

He didn't ask them, but to inform him that he was looking for someone from 309.

Seeing their guilty and defensive eyes, Song Yu knew that he had found the right person.

He didn't even want to give a smirk, so he stretched out his hand, facing a boy who was about to go out in front of him, covered his head, rubbed his scalp fiercely with his fingers, played a video for him, and asked: " Is there you?"

The black crowd in the mobile phone is shooting the tragic scene in the snow, other colors can be ignored, but the red padded clothes are very eye-catching, and you will feel guilty just by looking at them.

The boy swallowed slightly.

This action was seen by Song Yu, and it was no different from admitting it. Then there was a muffled sound without warning. Song Yu kicked him into the abdomen with a sullen face. The huge impact made people unable to keep their feet and staggered He fell backwards, but no one dared to help him. He tripped over the chair behind him and knocked him and the chair on the cold ground in winter.

"Boom!"

More panicked than the sound of thunder and lightning.

They didn't understand the reason why Song Yuye appeared here, but after watching that video, everyone understood...

The person who fell on the ground and screamed while covering his abdomen was ignored, and the others swallowed silently. Some people were not psychologically qualified enough, and their whole body trembled. When Song Yu approached, he raised his hands and said: "It's not me!" ..."

He didn't have time to finish this sentence, Song Yu was not in the mood to listen to the explanation, grabbed the man by the collar, and threw him on the desk next to him, there was a crisp muffled sound as if his ribs were broken, who cares? ?Apart from the one who is in pain, will Song Yu, whose eyes are getting scarlet, feel pity?He just gets excited.

There was a little commotion around, Song Yu glanced sideways, the eyes that were colder than ice and snow made other people who wanted to make a move stop immediately, they leaned against the table, their eyes wandered around, unable to focus.

That aura is too scary, and for a moment, people feel that he is not here to beat people, but to kill people.

Song Yu turned his head and saw the water glass on the table. The hot water was steaming. It should have just been poured for a while. His fingers grabbed the water glass, and his fingertips turned red, but he seemed unconscious and let the hot water The non-insulated water cup scalded his skin, he held the cup tightly as if masochistic, brought it to the boy's lips, pinched his chin with the other hand, and ordered with red eyes, "Open your mouth."

He didn't dare to know what he was going to do, the boy under his hands was locked on the table, unable to resist at all, trembling all over, he looked into Song Yu's eyes from such a close distance, and didn't read the slightest joke from it, It was all pleasure and fiery emotions mixed together, which made him look very unnatural.

No one in the south of the city has publicly challenged Song Yu, and the videos circulating on the Internet have not dissipated until now. The story of Han Chengyu's stabbing has been circulating in the south of the city, which frightened many people. That session was a frightening one. , there are too many problem children in it, and they are the object of disgust of both the school and the police.

However, when Han Chengyu stabbed someone, Song Yu was also present, and he was by the side. A person who watched the whole process with a cold eye, without any panic on his face, was unanimously called an antisocial personality, or a certain person. With the potential to kill, this is the reason why many people in the south of the city are afraid of Song Yu.

No matter how many voices talked about that group of people behind the scenes, they were all lip service, just like today when they talked about Song Yu, it didn't conflict with their fear of Song Yu at all.

"I beg you..." The boy's voice was trembling undisguisedly, even his body began to tremble, he was really scared, he was frightened by Song Yu's eyes, his hand was so strong that he pinched His cheeks were bleeding.

Maybe he was too uncooperative and annoyed people, maybe Song Yu didn't think that he would let him go after he cooperated, but it was the same way, he tilted his hand, and a cup of hot water poured down his face , as soon as he touched the boy's skin, there was a terrifying roar in the dormitory.

"what--"

That sounded like a dangerous alarm, exploded in the men's dormitory in the south of the city, and the sound of soldiers and horses was heard in the corridor, and 309 was in a mess.

The scream tore open the mouth of the night, as if it was too late to protect himself, Song Yu smashed the cup in his hand, "pata" not only shattered the glass, but also other people who had not been dealt with, the flustered heart .

Song Yu went straight to the door, they thought he had heard the noise, and dared not continue, and was about to leave, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the person who walked to the door slammed the door, with a "bang", Keep outsiders out of the danger zone.

The door was just slammed and not locked, but no one dared to approach. People in the corridor looked at each other with terrified expressions on their faces.

"It seems to be Song Yu..."

"what?!"

They leaned against the wall behind them, startled by a name that shouldn't appear.

The scene in the room was not good. Song Yu's hands were burned and his skin was red. He had no time to take care of it. He unzipped the cotton coat, took off the heavy cotton coat, and threw it on the ground. In the cold night, he was wearing a turtleneck sweater. , folded his sleeves, his eyes were cold, his drooping eyelashes were wet by the wind and snow, he raised his head and said to the standing people: "There is no end, let's continue."

The enthusiasm that erupted in his eyes will not dissipate for a while. During the time he was receiving treatment, he controlled it fairly well. It all collapsed tonight, but it doesn't matter. He has been suppressed for so many years and needs such a chance to release. Now that this opportunity is presented to him, he should firmly grasp it.

"Have you never been in prison?" Song Yu's mad face was no longer like ordinary people, "Let's go together."

The wind and snow tonight chilled the hearts of many people, and the desolation spread in the wind and snow. No matter what kind of words of regret and begging for mercy, they could not warm their indifferent hearts.

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The guards in the hospital corridor had already gone back, and Zhao Yibai was the only one left. He was startled when he saw Song Yu. Song Yu's face was covered with blood, and his hair was soaked, lying on his pale forehead. He was only wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and it was snowing outside. How did he walk here?

and his hands...

"You," Zhao Yibai choked up, he knew what happened, but he was still a little shocked when he saw Song Yu's appearance, where did the blood come from his face?Where is the wound?As if it wasn't his, Zhao Yibai regretted it slightly, he was alert to something serious, but said when he opened his mouth: "Go and deal with it."

Song Yu will be obedient, if he scares Zhao Yibai like this, he will also scare the people inside.

When he was about to find Shui Yu, he thought of something, Song Yu glanced sideways, and said to Zhao Yibai in the cold hospital corridor, "Thank you."

Thank him for telling him.

Zhao Yibai moved his lips, after all, he didn't say anything, he just looked at Song Yu across the air, and then nodded.

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At ten o'clock in the evening, there was silence in the hospital ward.

The eyes of the person on the hospital bed trembled slightly, and Cheng Yan had a terrible dream, but he forgot everything the moment he opened his eyes.

He only knows that he is very tired, and he has slept for a long time. If he can see the person in front of him when he wakes up, he is willing to be beaten again. He is probably broken and unconscious, so he prayed masochistically. .

Song Yu lay on his bedside, held his hand with both hands, and buried his head deeply, until the held hand moved in the palm of his hand, he slowly raised his head.

"Did I get beaten to death..." Cheng Yan narrowed his eyes, he wanted to open his eyes wide to see the person in front of him, he missed him so much, no matter how many things he used to fill his life without him, or in the middle of the night Day after day, I dreamed of him, dreamed of him, but he couldn't, he couldn't open his eyes wider, it hurt so much, it involved a wound on his face, and his hands followed slightly Trembling, "I can see you."

When Song Yu appeared here, Cheng Yan could probably guess what was going on, he didn't want to ask, he was just filled with joy now, he didn't want to ask the reason behind it at all, he just wanted to tell him that he missed him very much.

Song Yu raised his head, but he didn't relax because of his words. When he saw Cheng Yan struggling to open his eyes, and when he heard his voice, Song Yu's wild fire-like emotions burned to the corners of his eyes.

He held Cheng Yan's hand tightly, Cheng Yan also looked at the gauze wrapped around his hand, but before Cheng Yan could care, he was startled by a tear.

"Don't cry," Cheng Yan clenched his fingertips tightly, the corners of his eyes were hot from his tears, weak words came from the ward, he had no more strength to support his broken body, and the pain in his whole body could be affected by a single hair Cheng Yan couldn't get up and wipe away his tears, so he could only repeat in a panic: "Song Yu, don't cry..."