0p0 Chapter 157 Superb Acting Skills
Chapter 157 Superb Acting Skills
chapter 157
Meng Youcheng quickly calmed down and hid in the shadows, calmly observing the two men's every move.
Feng Jingsheng clearly hadn't heard what Teacher Li said, and asked, "What did you say?"
Teacher Li repeated in a panic, "There are... people from the lower levels..."
His voice trailed off, and he seemed to have thought of something.
Fortunately, this time Feng Jingsheng heard him clearly and said somewhat anxiously, "People from the lower ranks, you mean Mr. Meng has people from the lower ranks in his family?"
Just as Meng Youcheng was feeling tense, Teacher Li suddenly muttered to herself, "No... I can't say it, my parents are still here, I can't say it..."
Feng Jingsheng was a little confused by him. Just as he was about to ask a question, Teacher Li suddenly pushed him, turned around, and ran away...
Feng Jingsheng stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds, then hurriedly ran towards Meng Youcheng...
Hearing that the two had finished talking, Meng Youcheng turned and ran up the stairs. He was incredibly fast, leaping three steps at a time...
He soon returned home.
First, he closed the door, then went to the window, opened it, and then went to the drawer and placed the pistol in the hidden compartment...
The footsteps grew closer. He picked up the small knife beside him, took a slight breath, and without a word, raised his arm and slashed it. Blood immediately flowed out...
He quickly covered the wound with his other hand, blood seeping through his fingers and dripping onto the ground...
His forehead was instantly covered in sweat.
He frowned slightly in pain, then smiled faintly, finally tossing the knife on the ground. He found a comfortable corner, leaned against it, and sat down...
Just then, the door was kicked open.
"Teacher Meng!"
Just right...
Upon hearing Feng Jingsheng's voice, Meng Youcheng let out a weak hum, "Ah..."
Feng Jingsheng ran over following the sound...
After a while, he finally arrived in front of Meng Youcheng and saw everything that Meng Youcheng had carefully prepared.
Meng Youcheng slumped to the ground in agony, blood seeping from between his fingers, staining the floor. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his face grew paler, his lips turned white, and he let out a weak, trembling groan…
"Mr. Feng... Mr. Feng..."
Meng Youcheng spoke weakly.
Feng Jingsheng had already run over, knelt down in front of him, and anxiously asked, "What happened to you? Are you alright?"
Meng Youcheng squinted, feigning pain, his brow furrowing deeply. "I...it hurts so much..."
Feng Jingsheng didn't ask what happened, but simply glanced at the wound and asked, "Do you have a first-aid kit at home?"
Meng Youcheng said weakly, "Under the bed..."
Feng Jingsheng immediately stood up and rushed towards the bedroom, nearly tripping over the blood on the floor...
Less than five minutes later, Feng Jingsheng ran back.
He hurriedly opened the first-aid kit, found the disinfectant, and then picked up a pack of cotton swabs next to it...
The moment Feng Jingsheng saw Meng Youcheng, he stopped. "This... might hurt a little?"
Meng Youcheng looked pained and speechless. "You're not thinking of pouring disinfectant on me, are you?"
Feng Jingsheng froze for a few seconds, "Huh...?"
"Wash it with clean water first..."
Perhaps the wound was genuinely painful, for Meng Youcheng looked somewhat speechless. "Isn't this common sense?"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Feng Jingsheng quickly took his hand, "I'm sorry, I was in too much of a hurry just now, I didn't expect..."
He helped Meng Youcheng up, carefully led him to the kitchen, and then turned on the tap, patiently washing him...
Once the bleeding stopped, he took Meng Youcheng back to where he had been. Feng Jingsheng picked up the disinfectant and cotton swabs again. "It might... hurt a little?"
Meng Youcheng looked distressed. "No..."
"If it hurts a lot, just yell out..."
Feng Jingsheng interrupted him, and then began to disinfect him. "If it really hurts, you can grab me."
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Youcheng's other hand had already grabbed his thigh and was pinching the flesh of his thigh hard...
Feng Jingsheng bit his lip and remained silent.
……
After about ten minutes, the bandage was finally finished.
Feng Jingsheng let out a slight breath, looking at Meng Youcheng's frail appearance. His hand involuntarily touched Meng's cheek, his large palm covering half his face, and then he gently stroked it. "Are you feeling better?"
Meng Youcheng looked away from his burning gaze, "Much better..."
Feng Jingsheng stood up. "Were those people from the lower section just now?"
"He's just a petty thief..."
Meng Youcheng spoke weakly, "He originally came to my house with a knife intending to steal something, but when he saw that Teacher Li and I were both home, he slashed us. Teacher Li was scared and ran out. Luckily, you arrived in time. The thief heard the footsteps and jumped out of the window..."
Feng Jingsheng went to the window and looked down...
Afraid that he would notice something was amiss, Meng Youcheng let out a soft groan, "Ouch..."
Feng Jingsheng ran back following the sound, quickly squatted down, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"
Meng Youcheng's pale lips moved slightly, "It hurts so much..."
His hand involuntarily grabbed Feng Jingsheng. "It really hurts so much. Can you stay here with me? I feel so bad. Am I going to die? I'm so afraid of dying. I've never been cut by a knife before..."
Feng Jingsheng thought for a moment, then covered his cheek with one hand and patiently stroked it. "Don't worry, it's just a small cut, you won't die."
"By the way, Li..."
Feng Jingsheng hesitated before asking, "Teacher Li, why is he at your house? It's almost nine o'clock now, why is he at your house? Is he... planning to sleep at your house tonight?"
Without a second thought, Meng Youcheng said, "He helped me grade the exam papers..."
"Oh, right?!"
Meng Youcheng suddenly realized something, "I haven't finished grading the papers yet, oh dear, what am I going to do? I need to hand them out to my classmates tomorrow, if I don't finish grading them today..."
Feng Jingsheng interrupted him, "Your hand is injured, how can you fix it?"
Looking at Feng Jingsheng in front of him, Meng Youcheng said with a pitiful expression, "Then what should we do?"
Tell me quickly, and I'll help you revise it!
Damn it, hurry up...
Those brats' handwriting is so ugly, it's making my eyes spin! Can't you see I'm injured? Hurry up and tell me, I'll help you fix it, hurry up!
This is a good opportunity to take a break. Although the wound is not a big deal for me, it would be great if I could get someone else to grade my exam paper!
Feng Jingsheng thought for a moment, "Let's revise it in a few days... anyway..."
"Ah Sheng..."
Meng Youcheng immediately grabbed one of his hands. "No, if you don't finish revising it, the principal will scold me, and I might face the risk of being expelled..."
Feng Jingdong's brow twitched slightly. "With me here, he wouldn't dare."
Meng Youcheng took a soft breath, his expression deliberately affected, and began to gently stroke Feng Jingsheng's hand. His voice was weak, "But I already promised my classmates. They're all very curious about how I did on the exam. If I break my promise, they won't like me, and Xiaomin probably won't like me either. I don't know what to do..."
Seeing his distressed expression, Feng Jingsheng felt a pang of heartache and sighed, "How about... I help you revise it?"
Meng Youcheng turned his head, looking embarrassed, and said, "Wouldn't this... be too much trouble for you?"
Feng Jingsheng stood up and walked to the table. "It's okay...everything's fine anyway."
……
Oh le le... Oh la la...
Today is a fucking wonderful day!
That disgusting job, finally someone did it for me!
Meng Youcheng stood up. Feng Jingsheng, who was grading papers, turned around and glanced at him. "Sit down and rest..."
Meng Youcheng walked over and said weakly, "It's okay... I'll take a look at your test paper for you, make sure you don't make any mistakes, so your classmates won't be unhappy. Sigh... I'm really sorry to trouble you..."
Feng Jingsheng continued revising with the red pen, "Indeed... I, a young marshal of the dignified Young Marshal's Mansion, am actually here revising your exam paper. But the handwriting of these brats is really too ugly, not even half as good as mine!"
cut……!
After grading the first test paper, Feng Jingsheng glanced at Meng Youcheng next to him, "39 points..."
Meng Youcheng asked, puzzled, "Hmm?"
Feng Jingsheng smiled and picked up another test paper. "The class you teach is really bad, isn't it? This score is a bit low. You're not a very competent teacher. I'm even a little worried... Will it be okay to leave Xiaomin in your care..."
Meng Youcheng immediately understood what he meant. He cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart, but his expression was very aggrieved. He grumbled and said, "I can't help it... I really tried my best. I taught them very patiently, but they... Actually, they're not stupid. They just don't listen to my lectures very attentively. Maybe I don't look imposing enough to make them afraid of me..."
Damn, you're really funny...
Is it all my fault that I did poorly on the test?
Hearing Meng Youcheng's voice on the verge of tears, Feng Jingsheng said anxiously, "You're overthinking it. I was just joking... I know every class has bad students, I didn't mean to talk about you..."
Just then, Feng Jingsheng suddenly stood up...
Meng Youcheng immediately felt a little flustered. "What are you doing?"
He covered Meng Youcheng's cheek with his hand again, looking at him with deep affection, "Really, you've worked so hard."