C8 Campus Do You Think You Look Good When You Fall

Su Muyang's fingers were pried open by Luo Yibei one by one. His white fingertips turned red because of Luo Yibei's excessive strength. His strength was neither light nor heavy, but Su Muyang actually felt a little pain.

Su Muyang felt wronged. He really didn't know how to use skates, so he wasn't joking.

He was a man who didn't even know how to ride a bicycle, so he had to travel on his own two legs. It was a good name: bus number 11, to wherever he wanted to go.

Luo Yibei seemed to be really angry. He used a lot of effort to pull away Su Muyang's finger, frowned and turned around to leave.

Su Muyang was thrown off and almost fell down. He staggered a few times and held onto the railing at the side, only then was he able to stabilize his body.

Luo Yibei did not even stop when he left. His back gradually disappeared into the distance and revealed a cold look from head to toe.

The surrounding crowd of onlookers pretended not to see Luo Yibei's anger as they continued to do their own thing.

Su Muyang let out a soft sigh and slowly walked towards the field while holding onto the railing.

Little cabbage, the ground is yellow — —

Luo Yibei was not a human being —

When the first "dong" sound rang out, Luo Yibei was holding a watch and communicating with the president about the flaws of this event.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time and only saw the dense crowd around them. No one cried out in alarm, and no one panicked.

Su Muyang, who was pushed to the ground by the crowd, rubbed his ankle before standing up again. Due to the fact that wrestling at the skating rink was pretty normal, no one paid too much attention to him.

Su Muyang, who wasn't afraid of falling to the ground, patted his butt and got up, then continued to support himself as he slowly slid down the railing.

When the second "dong" rang out, Luo Yibei finally frowned. He turned around to look at the crowd and asked the member beside him what happened.

"I think someone fell?"

The member of the club stood on tiptoe and looked through the crowd, as if he were talking to himself: "This sound is so loud that the person who falls does not come out to the infirmary to have a look."

Luo Yibei took a glance at the field. There were too many people around the railing, so he couldn't see anything.

"Go take a look."

The president was about to go to class and tell Luo Yibei that he was going to leave soon. Luo Yibei couldn't get away so he could only let the members see what was going on.

When Luo Yibei continued to talk to the president, Lin Ji, who disappeared with 20 yuan in his hand, suddenly appeared again. He saw Su Muyang, who was sitting on the side of the field, gritting his teeth as he slowly stood up.

"Younger Brother Su —"

Lin Ji placed his hand on the railing and greeted Su Muyang, "Where's our Elder Brother Luo? I actually won't teach you? "Is he so heartless?"

Su Muyang bent down to rub his knees and laughed, then asked: "Didn't he always have no conscience? You know about it on your first day? "

Lin Ji watched Su Muyang walking slowly with his hands on the railing. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong.

"Younger Brother Su, your walking posture is a bit weird …"

Before Lin Ji could finish his sentence, he saw Su Muyang suddenly lose his balance and fall to the side with a purple scratch on his elbow.

He exclaimed. Before he could jump over the railing and rush in to help Su Muyang, a blue figure rushed in first and blocked Su Muyang's path.

Su Muyang's body crashed into a person, causing a low groan to ring beside his ear.

Then, his shoulder was roughly grabbed, and his wrist was pinched by someone behind him.

"Ah!

The wound on the outside of Su Muyang's elbow touched the incoming person's body as the person grabbed his arm. The wound rubbed against the person's clothes, causing a heart-wrenching pain to spread throughout Su Muyang's body.

He exclaimed in pain, and when he turned around, he saw Luo Yibei's face covered in dark clouds.

"Do you want to die?" Luo Yibei's tone was bad, "You're already injured to this extent, are you a pig? If you can't slip, then don't try to be brave by yourself, what for? Do you think you look good when you fall? A retard? "

Su Muyang was scolded in pain. For a moment, he forgot about the pain from the wounds on his body. He could only blink innocently at him a few times.

It was clearly an unconscious action, but in Luo Yibei's eyes, it was as if she was acting coquettishly and acting pitifully.

The anger, which was temporarily forgotten due to Su Muyang's annoyance, broke through the seal and rushed into his mind, exploding into fireworks in his already messy mind.

"If you want to die, don't do it in front of me."

Luo Yibei's eyes were so cold that it looked like he was about to shoot out ice spears to pierce Su Muyang. His pair of black eyes were as heavy as a dead sea.

"No, senior, I …"

Before Su Muyang could finish his explanation, he was violently pushed away by Luo Yibei. The strength on his shoulders and wrists was immediately withdrawn, and his chest, which was leaning behind him, also disappeared. Having lost the support of gravity, Su Muyang subconsciously grabbed Luo Yibei's wrist, borrowing the force to directly ram into his arms.

Luo Yibei's body was as soft as water. The tip of his nose was wrapped by the smell of fructose on Su Muyang's body. A sweet yet not greasy fragrance wafted into his nose, making him come back to reality along with the exploding fireworks.

However, this person, this Junior, what was going on with him?