At five o 'clock in the afternoon, Professor Li announced that the class was dismissed. Qin Ze carried his backpack and played with his phone as he slowly left the classroom.
"Qin Ze, I'll wait for you at the usual place."
"We'll play first. Come over when you're done."
His roommates left him messages in the dorm chat group.
It was only five o 'clock. It was still early. He could play a few games and go home. It wouldn't affect his modeling homework. Thinking of this, Qin Ze happily ran towards the internet cafe.
Working hard required a lot of perseverance. Falling down only required a reason to convince oneself.
Smoking in the internet cafe and maneuvering in the virtual world, Qin Ze fought until 6: 30 PM. Suddenly, he realized that the sky outside the window had turned gray.
"Again, again. I don't believe we can lose three times in a row." Li Liang cursed as he bit on his cigarette.
Aside from the first win, the four-man team had lost two games in a row. This made Li Liang, who had a strong desire to win, extremely frustrated and irritated.
Qin Ze looked at the time and remembered that his sister threw a tantrum last night. He decisively rejected the game invitation from the internet addict Liu Ziqiang and logged out. "You guys play. I have a lot of work to do today. I'll go back first. Let's meet another day. "
If I don't make chicken stew with mushrooms tonight, will Qin Bao Bao break off our sibling relationship?
"F * ck, can't we play happily?" Li Liang rolled his eyes.
Qin Ze patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go."
He took the elevator downstairs and lit a cigarette in front of the internet cafe. At this time, he caught a glimpse of a few young men dressed like hooligans walking towards him. They wore jeans, black T-shirts, and had hair that covered their eyes. They were somewhere between a normal person and a punk.
Qin Ze always kept a respectful distance from these kinds of people. He held his lighter and moved sideways to avoid them. Unexpectedly, the guy with silver earrings who was leading the group provocatively bumped into him with his shoulder. In the end, he didn't knock Qin Ze down. Instead, he stumbled. Fortunately, his companion behind him supported him.
"You f * cking idiot!" The young man with silver earrings cursed. He lifted his foot and kicked towards Qin Ze's lower abdomen.
Qin Ze quickly retreated a few steps to avoid the kick. Just as he was about to speak, the young man did not give up and shouted, "Hit him."
Several people rushed forward. In the chaos, Qin Ze didn't know how many times he was kicked and punched. If it was in the past, he would definitely have fallen to the ground, curled up, and let you hit him however you wanted. However, he was different now. His body was strong, and his ability to resist attacks was not the same as before.
Five or six people surrounded him, kicking and kicking him. Qin Ze was also fighting back. He kicked a guy over. That guy covered his stomach and curled up, retching. For a moment, he couldn't stand up.
Qin Ze gritted his teeth and endured the attacks that came like raindrops. He fought back with kicks and kicks, and as he fought … Eh, where is he?!
With a sweep of his gaze, he saw that they were all lying on the ground.
I'm no longer the same as before. Now, I'm a fitness expert who can jump one meter high. How strong are my legs to be able to jump one meter high? A sense of pride rose in his heart, and he couldn't wait to roar.
It was rush hour, and there were many pedestrians on the road. They were all watching. Some people took out their mobile phones to take photos or videos.
During the fight, adrenaline was secreted and excited. Now that his blood had cooled down, he felt pain all over his body, especially his face and eyes, which were burning with pain.
Damn it, in novels, the protagonists would fight ten people at a time. It was all a lie. When it came to a real fight, it would be a swarm of bees. You don't have three heads and six arms. Fight your ass.
"F * ck you, a bunch of idiots. Wait to be sent to the police station." Qin Ze spat a mouthful of blood at the young man with silver earrings and took out his mobile phone to call the police.
What year was it now? There was a price to pay for beating people.
Perhaps the young man heard that Qin Ze was going to call the police. He took out a folding knife from his pocket and slammed his body into Qin Ze. At the same time, Qin Ze staggered, and the folding knife stabbed into Qin Ze's abdomen.
His abdomen was slightly cold, but it didn't hurt as much as he expected. However, Qin Ze felt a chill crawl up his spine, and his heart beat violently.
His shallow medical knowledge told him that pain came from the flow of blood and the contraction of muscles, which triggered the nerves and caused pain. Most of the time, death and pain weren't related. No pain didn't mean you were fine.
I've been stabbed!
I might die!
Great fear shrouded him. Adrenaline was secreted crazily, and the wildness hidden in his DNA was aroused. He fought back like a beast on the verge of death.
He punched the young man with silver earrings in the face with all his might, breaking the bridge of his nose.
"Murder! Murder! "
"Call the police!"
"Call 120 first."
"Take a picture and post it on Weibo."
The surrounding onlookers were in an uproar. Some were panicking, some were anxious, some were out of their wits, and some were in high spirits. More and more passersby gathered.
In the internet cafe, Li Liang was typing on the keyboard and moving the mouse. He was fighting for his life in the game.
There was a hubbub downstairs, and he faintly heard, "Murder, murder …"
The sensitive words stimulated his instinct, and his heart pounded. The game was insignificant at this time. He threw the mouse away, rushed to the anti-theft window, and looked down.
He saw Qin Ze sitting on the ground immediately. His abdomen was bloody, and there were a few young people lying next to him.
Li Liang's pupils shrank instantly, and a chill arose, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He shouted, "Qin Ze has been stabbed!"
Zhao Baliang and Liu Ziqiang, who were rushing from behind, felt their hearts sink. Their heads were buzzing, and fear, anger, panic … and many other emotions surged in them.
"Call 120 …"
"Call the police."
"Hey, Professor Qin … Qin Ze has been stabbed, in, in Xiyu internet cafe not far from the school gate …"
The incandescent light illuminated a small room of more than 30 square meters. The walls were painted white, and there was a sofa, a TV, and a single bed. A faint smell of alcohol and disinfectant floated in the air.
Qin Ze was lying on the single bed with a pale face. He had changed into a blue and white striped hospital gown, and there was an IV drip in his right hand. He was cooperating with the police comrade to make a statement.
Old Master Qin sat on the sofa with a gloomy face. Not long ago, he was driving home. On the way, he received a call from a student saying that his son had been stabbed. The old master was furious at that time. He turned the steering wheel in a perfect arc. He didn't care about driving in the opposite direction or running the red light, and went straight to the school. The old master, who had always followed the rules, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the speed of the highway in the urban area. It took only five minutes to reach the scene of the incident and saw his son lying in a pool of blood.
At this time, the ambulance just arrived at the scene. There were two hospitals near the university town, and it was only a few kilometers away.
Qin Ze was rushed to the emergency room for rescue. The old master was anxious outside. He caught Li Liang, Zhao Baliang, and Liu Ziqiang to ask about the situation. The three guys were also confused and said that they didn't know. They were playing games in the internet cafe when they heard someone shouting murder. When they went over to take a look, they found that Qin Ze had been stabbed.
Half an hour later, the doctor in the white coat came out of the suturing room. The old master's heart suddenly rose. He was afraid that he would say, "We have tried our best."
His old Qin family would have no descendants.
Fortunately, Qin Ze was not destined to die. The doctor said that fortunately, the folding knife was a five-centimeter knife. The wound was not deep, and it did not stab into the organs, arteries, or other dangerous places. His life was not safe, but he had lost a lot of blood. He would be fine after a good rest.
The old master almost cried tears of joy. He thought that his son had been mediocre and incompetent since he was young. Mediocre people should live a long life.
He arranged a private ward for his son. After the nurse gave Qin Ze a tetanus injection, the old master also sent Li Liang and the others away. He thanked them and said that he would treat them to a meal another day.
Not long after, the police came.
"Do you know them?" The police officer who took the statement was in his early thirties. He asked meticulously.
"I don't know them!" Qin Ze's voice was weak. It was mainly because of the pain. The effect of the anesthetic had worn off, and the wound was so painful that the corner of his mouth kept twitching. Even breathing would pull the wound on his abdomen.
The police officer took the statement seriously and asked, "How did you get into a conflict?"
"I don't know. He inexplicably bumped into me. I dodged, but he kicked me and called his companions to beat me up."
"And then?"
"I was just defending myself. I couldn't just stand there and let them beat me up. They couldn't beat me and were lying on the ground. I was just about to call the police when that idiot … that guy took out a knife and stabbed me. At that time, I thought I was going to die, so I punched him. By the way, police officer, how are those guys … "
Ten minutes later, the statement was finished.
The police officer said, "The attacker has been detained at the police station. The person who stabbed you is in this hospital. His nose was broken by you, and now he is also under investigation. We will check the surveillance of the Internet cafe. According to the injury report, if he caused minor injuries or more, we will charge him according to the law. "
The old master sent the police officer away and returned to the ward with a dark face.
Qin Ze said, "Dad, where's my sister?"
"I asked her to pick up your mother. I asked her to stay here to take care of you tonight." The old master took out a cigarette. Suddenly, he realized that he was in a ward and put it back in the box.
Qin Ze laughed and said, "Dad, if you want to smoke, just smoke. Close the door and open the window. That … light one for me too."
"Why are you smoking? You're already in this state and you're still thinking about cigarettes." The old master was addicted to smoking. Following his son's instigation, he closed the door, opened the window, and stood by the window to smoke.
The old master took a few puffs and calmed down a little. However, he was still scared and angrily scolded Qin Ze, "You're lucky this time. Next time, be careful and don't cause trouble everywhere. If you can't beat him, you can run. Why do you have to be so stubborn? Fighting is the most irrational thing. If you win, you'll go to jail. If you lose, you'll go to the hospital. "
Qin Ze remained silent. He thought to himself, I'm the modern version of Dou E, okay? Who's causing trouble?
The rhythm of the relationship between father and son was basically one side scolding and the other side listening.
"About the school …"
"I'll help you apply for leave. You'll stay in the hospital for a few days. When your injuries are better, you can go home to recuperate. Don't worry about exams. Next semester, you'll be fine. "
"Oh, okay."
The father was the leader. Qin Ze had always been afraid of his father.
At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open. Qin Bao Bao and her mother rushed in.
The old master's hand trembled and the cigarette almost fell to the ground.
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