Chapter 675

The screen is empty, still nothing.

Fu Yunsheng fixed to look at a few seconds, dark out the mobile phone, put it into the table hole.

The surrounding is quiet and unappealing, some students in the class dare not say anything.

From the day Xie Yu left, every one of them was worried that Fu Yunsheng's attention would be attracted by his loud voice.

They were not good to Fu Yunsheng before.

Fu Yunsheng is not the same as before. It's easy to deal with them or even kill them.

...

...

Fu Yunsheng sat in the school all day with a calm face.

He didn't even go back at noon, nor did he eat or drink a mouthful of water.

At the end of the last class in the afternoon, he still didn't receive a phone call or a text message.

Fu Yunsheng's face was a little white.

He had a stomachache and a dry lip.

He got up, slowly, and packed his schoolbag.

The classroom is empty.

Fu Yunsheng pursed his lips, hung up his schoolbag and left.

It's still no fun for him to go home and eat.

Fu Yunsheng threw down his schoolbag, drank some hot water and went upstairs to lie down. He curled up on the bed, his face pale, and his abdominal pain made him a little unbearable.

He touched the ice cold mobile phone and looked at it. There was no news.

Xie Yu still has no news.

He hung his eyes and dialed Xie Yu.

There was no answer.

Fu Yunsheng lowered his eyes, threw his cell phone aside and closed his eyes.

In the middle of the night, the wind outside suddenly blew, and the curtains in the room were blown by the wind.

The heavy rain crackled down, and the humidity and the wind poured in.

The man curled up on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

Thunder and lightning.

My stomach is still hurting.

Fu Yunsheng didn't even have the strength to lift his hand. He looked at the curtain rolled up by the strong wind, painstakingly touched the mobile phone he had left aside, and pressed open.

There is still no news.

There is no phone.

No text messages.

It's eleven forty.

Twenty minutes to go before his 19th birthday.

Fu Yunsheng was in a trance and thought of his previous birthday.

In the past, when he had his birthday, he was all alone. He had a plain life. Even on his birthday, he would be bullied. It was miserable.

No one bullied him this year, but why...

he thought it was even worse this year.

Fu Yunsheng closed his eyes.

Xie Yu, I miss you so much...

[Ding Fu Yunsheng's popularity + 5, current total popularity: 90.]

the door of the room was slammed open, Fu Yunsheng opened his eyes, and saw the eyebrows and eyes of yearning.

The boy was dressed in black, his hair was wet through, and the broken hair on his forehead was slowly dripping blood.

He looked at Fu Yunsheng and frowned, "what's the matter with you? Why is your face so bad?"

He came in, dripping.

The slender cool fingers fell on Fu Yunsheng's forehead and probed very lightly.

"No fever," Xie Yu took back his hand, standing a little far away, like keeping a distance from him, "where are you suffering?"

Fu Yunsheng held out his hand, covered his stomach and said, "here."

Xie Yu followed his hand, frowned and said, "can you get up, I'll take you to the hospital."

Fu Yunsheng: "can't get up."

Xie Yu frowned, "you wait."

After a pause, he threw him a wet box, "birthday present for you, give me your mobile phone."