Chapter 57: on purpose

Bai Jian was frightened, and Bai Jian's face and mouth were open and could not make a sound.
Wang Wei, Chen Yang, and several people were some distance away from Lin Wei. Seeing this, it was too late to catch up.
"Viba!"
In Wang Wei's heartbreaking shouts, Lin Wei bit her lower lip thoughtfully as she watched the basketball coming towards her face.
There are people coming and going on the playground now, if she kicks the ball back, will she be as popular as her back table.
But she can't hurt herself for the sake of being good.
She is afraid of pain.
Lin Wei rolled her eyes and decided that the solution was slightly more delicate.
Thinking about it, Lin Wei widened her eyes, pretending to be panicked when she had just discovered the basketball. She raised her hand and slapped forward indiscriminately.
The oncoming basketball hit her palm, then fell to the ground, bounced and rolled out a meter away, and was stepped on by someone's foot.
When Lin Wei shot the basketball, she had strength, but the strength was mutual. Although the strength she used was to push off the offensive of the basketball, she actually caught the basketball with her bare hands. There was a piercing pain.
Lin Wei was afraid of pain, and it was really painful, but it didn't hurt to cry, but she really shed tears because of her physical reaction.
She originally wanted to press her tears back, but then she thought about it, for the sake of her personality, she clutched her hand, whimpered quietly, and squatted down in pain.
"Weiwei, Lin Wei!" Bai Jian regained his senses, panicking and trying to squat down. Before she could act, someone stepped forward to her, squatting in front of Lin Wei, and holding Lin Wei's wrist through the uniform.
Lin Wei, who was addicted to acting, raised her head in tears, and saw the familiar black earrings.
Jiang Su, why is he here?
As Lin Wei was thinking, she was pulled up by Jiang Su.
The boy's voice was cold and a little bit iceman: "Infirmary."
In order to make herself look weak and unable to take care of herself, she had to pretend, but she would not run to the infirmary.
What's more, there was nothing wrong with her hand. Although it was a little painful, the pain was almost gone now.
"Hey," Lin Wei gently pulled her arm back.
Jiang Su, who was about to take her to the infirmary, noticed her small movements and turned to look at her.
"There is no need to go to the infirmary." Lin Wei whispered.
Xiao Qiantable's eyes were red, and what he said was not convincing.
Jiang Su did not speak.
Seeing that he would not let go of her wrist, Lin Wei whispered anxiously: "I'm fine."
The little girl's wet eyelashes trembled in a hurry.
Jiang Su stared at him for a while, still a little worried: "Really all right?"
"It's okay," Lin Wei only swears in public: "I'm going to lie to you, I won't be able to get the first place next time."
"..."
Jiang Su didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
After a pause, he nodded: "Okay, listen to you."
After speaking, he released his wrists held across the school uniform, and turned to look at the two groups of people standing in the basketball court: "What's the situation?"
Those physical education students recognized Jiang Su. Although they were a bit domineering in the school, they were all bullying and fearful of hardship, and they didn't dare to provoke the legendary school bully who almost killed people.
What's more, not long ago, in One Side, this school bully had just taught how to be a vocational boss.
So none of those few people spoke.
As for those in Class One and Class Two, they also didn't dare to speak, only Wang Wei was very sensible to tell the story.
Wang Wei became more and more angry as he talked about it, and the topic was so far that every time they played basketball, they were caught up with the grievances of these athletes from the eighth class.
Jiang Su lazily leaned on the iron net of the basketball court, his eyelids drooping, and he didn't know whether he heard it or not.
It wasn't until Wang Wei finished talking, Jiang Su raised his eyelids: "Who killed the basketball?"
Wang Wei said "Huh?", and pointed at the boy with the shortest and strongest hair in the basketball court: "Just him, Zhang Zhichao."
Jiang Su followed his gaze and looked over.
Zhang Zhichao smiled and raised his hands without a smile, and said without any regret: "Misunderstanding, it was not intentional."
Jiang Su faintly retracted his gaze, bent over to pick up the basketball at his feet with one hand, and hit Zhang Zhichao's head directly with his wrist.
Jiang Su hadn't seemed to be in a lot of state all the time, his move was simply sudden, and there was almost no chance for anyone to guard or respond.
Wang Wei, standing next to Jiangsu, took a breath.
School tyrants have always been so simple and direct, don't people say much?
Last time I met with one side, it was the same with the boss of the vocational high school. I didn't add a word of nonsense.
Zhang Zhichao's smashed body shook for a while, then he clutched his head and looked at Jiang Su: "K..."
Relying on the sound of the word, he slowly put the hand that had just thrown out the basketball into his pocket, and tilted his head: "Intentionally."