What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 24 Drunk Talk

Ji Zhun stood on the corridor of the hospital holding his mobile phone. Tan Le squatted beside him, spreading his homework on the chair and writing seriously.

The uncle who was some distance away from them had a bruised and swollen face. There were several bandages wrapped around his head, and he was currently playing Landlords on his mobile phone with his legs crossed as if nothing had happened.

The sound of footsteps hurriedly came from a distance. Ji Zhun heard the sound and looked around. After seeing Tan Jingyang, he breathed a sigh of relief and went up to meet him.

"coming?"

Tan Jingyang rushed all the way too fast, and his body was still heaving violently at the moment. He put his arm around Ji Zhun's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Are you all right?"

Ji Zhun smiled: "It's okay."

Just as Tan Jingyang was about to nod, his eyes suddenly found the red mark on Ji Zhun's neck. This was left when I was pinched by the man with glasses today.

His eyes suddenly darkened. Immediately afterwards, it was infected with a layer of violence that made even Ji Zhun feel unfamiliar.

Tan Jingyang moved the hand on Ji Zhun's shoulder towards the red mark with some hesitation. Ji Zhun's neck was always sensitive. When the other party touched his neck, he hurriedly avoided it, feeling that the hair on the back of the collar would stand on end Woke up.

He pulled up the collar, bent his lips indifferently and said, "Don't worry, I didn't suffer a lot. Xiao Le is fine."

"Brother--" Tan Le walked to Tan Jingyang, and Tan Jingyang rubbed his head.

Tan Le: "Thanks to Brother Zhun today, he is so awesome!"

Tan Le's words are definitely from the heart. Today, Ji Zhun's set of soul-hunting legs successfully left an indelible image in his young mind.

"Nephew!" When my uncle looked up and saw Tan Jingyang, he quickly patted his butt and stood up, "Nephew, nephew, you are here!"

Tan Jingyang's eyes turned cold again. He pulled Jizhun aside, and then walked towards the uncle.

"How are you?" Tan Jinyang frowned, clearly feeling angry when he said this.

When the uncle heard that he was wronged on the spot, he stomped his feet in incompetence and furiously: "Oh, those bastards are not human! Entering the house without saying a word, they just smashed it indiscriminately, and they can't be stopped!"

Tan Jing Yanghu asked: "Didn't you repay part of the money last time? Why are you making trouble again?"

"How the hell would I know!" The uncle shouted, hugging his bandaged head, "Then they are all fucking beasts! Can you trust what beasts say?! No way!"

He suddenly straightened up again, put his face close to Tan Jingyang and said nervously: "Nephew, have you already paid your wages? Call me now, and you can relieve your urgent need!" As he said, he wanted to put his hand into Tan Jingyang's chest Flipping through the bank card in his pocket.

Tan Jingyang dodged, silently stepped back, and remained silent.

Seeing that Tan Jingyang remained silent for a long time, my uncle couldn't help but raised his head and looked at him doubtfully again. When he met the other person's eyes, he suddenly felt a biting chill.

"Are you asking them to borrow money again?"

Tan Jingyang's gloomy voice was like a sharp knife used to pick bones. Jizhun had never heard him speak in such a tone before.