Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Chapter 14: Lagrange's mean value theorem

Police station, communication room.

The policeman's small eyes looked into Song Yu's big eyes.

The policeman held a pen and smiled, "Why are you here again?"

Song Yu replied slowly: "Probably because I am born with a strong sense of responsibility, I like to call the police when I encounter unfair things."

The police were amused: "No, what I asked was, you are always the one who was beaten by the gang."

Song Yu: "......"

Xie Sui laughed aloud next to him.

The gangsters actually suffered more injuries than them, but the group of Hong Mao had been recorded in the police station and had countless criminal records. The police considered them a legitimate defense, and just took a brief record and let them go. Originally, he wanted to contact his parents. Song Yu took the initiative to talk about the situation in Xie Sui's family, and his words were emotional and reasonable, and this link was cancelled.

It's the same police station again, and it's the same small clinic.

There are several people in the clinic with bright lights.

The male doctors in the clinic still have an impression of them.

Doctor: "Last time it was a leg injury. This time it's a hand injury. You used a real knife to do it. Young man, you are pretty wild."

Xie Sui sat on the chair with his eyes slightly bent, smiling modestly and saying, "It's okay."

The doctor was so angry that the pen stroke almost broke on the paper: "You are still proud of yourself? You are prestigious outside. Have you ever thought about how the family is worried? Just study in peace, and you have to follow the group of social youths who are not doing their jobs properly. If something goes wrong, it is your parents who are sad."

Song Yu held his mint candy and spoke to Xie Sui: "Uncle, you have misunderstood. You can't just look at the surface."

The doctor gave him a blank look: "I haven't trained you yet. You're his friend, right? So you just watch him fighting there? Don't persuade him?"

Song Yu choked, his face a little embarrassed, and scratched his head: "We are not talking about the same thing."

The doctor put the medicine into the bag and sneered: "Yes. Then, regardless of the surface, are you going to fight against the scars left by the aliens? The aliens also use such down-to-earth cold weapons?"

Song Yu: "......"

Tiga Ultraman playing is on the TV hanging on the wall. The doctor's two-year-old son listened, clapped his hands and turned his head, his clear eyes curled up, and he laughed: "Crooked Xingyin."

Xie Sui paid the money and took the medicine, "Thank you."

The doctor hates iron but steel: "My son will grow up in the future. If he hurts himself like you all day long, I will break his leg first."

Song Yu chewed on the candy and yelled: "I said that you can't look at the surface, what's wrong with you, uncle. My friend is Chuan Anliang who was injured. He just fought against the street fighter with one hundred enemies. He defended all the north, south and north of Lianyun Street, the personal safety and property safety of junior high school students. These injuries are the scars of heroes."

Doctors:"......."

The child sitting in the chair drooled and clapped his hands: "Hero."

Song Yu said, "Eh, the kid is so smart, say it again."