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Chapter 99 Out of Control

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    "Bullyingbullyingincident?"

    Director Liu, one head and two big.  What kind of luck is he!  People who are almost retiring, unexpectedly encountered such a thing!

    "This is a serious statement. It's just children fighting" Director Liu apologized with a smile.  Can this matter just pass away like this!

    "However, Mo Li was beaten until his face was covered with blood."

    As soon as Zhao Meng spoke, Tang Jie wanted to throw her into the lake directly.  Why didn't he seal her mouth with tape just now?

    Old Chen's face was gloomy, and he might run away at any time.  During the meeting two days ago, the superiors only praised him, saying that he manages well, the juvenile detention center under his jurisdiction has the lowest rate of disturbance, and the lowest rate of return visits after release.

    It didn't take long before bullying happened here.  Isn't this slapping him in the face?

    "Mo Li, where are you?" Lao Chen shouted angrily.  Today's matter can't be counted like this.

    Mo Li was forcibly taken away on the way to apply the medicine.  Five or six band-aids were crookedly applied to the face, and the horrific bloodstains were also scrubbed clean.

    A long hemostatic tissue was stuffed into the nose, and the part of the tissue exposed to the air was also stained red with blood.

    "You are Mo Li?" Old Chen's squinted eyes kept turning up, down, left, and right at a speed of 50 revolutions per minute.

    This Morley, thin and short, looks like he will fall if the wind blows.  This was far from the troublemaker he expected.

    On the way here, Xiao Lin roughly told Mo Li about the situation.  Seeing Lao Chen, Mo Li didn't panic.  He looked at Lao Chen calmly, without any emotion in his eyes.

    Having lived most of his life, Lao Chen boasted that he had read countless people, but he didn't understand Mo Li.  He is like a piece of paper, pure white but opaque, simple but unpredictable.

    Lao Chen's eyes lingered on the band-aid on Mo Li's face.

    What about the Band-Aid?

    To put it nicely, it's called creativity.

    To put it bluntly, it is called the second disease.

    From top to bottom, the band-aid reads in beautiful cursive: I'm really 2.

    On the two band-aids near the lips, half of a Pikachu is also drawn.

    "Xiaomeng said, you are seriously injured." Old Chen stared at Mo Li intently.  He stared his narrowed eyes into two round eggs, trying not to miss any changes in Mo Li's expression.

    Mo Li shrugged and said expressionlessly: "She misunderstood."

    With a movement of the corner of his lips, the wound was pulled, and he frowned in pain.  He silently clenched his fists, his eyes still calm and unwavering.

    "Misunderstanding?" Lao Chen fell into deep thought.  Obviously, Mo Li was lying.  Just, why?

    For a while, the hall was silent.  Everyone looks at me, and I look at you.  No one dared to exhale loudly.

    "Since it's a misunderstanding, then"

    "Mo Li, why are you lying!" Zhao Meng shouted at the top of his voice.  Tang Jie clenched his fist and almost punched her on the back of the head.

    Is this girl an undercover agent that his opponent planted by his side?  He will really find trouble for him!

    "What my client said is not the truth, so what is the truth?" Mo Li sneered.  In my mind, the scene of being watched by everyone a year ago flashed quickly.

    "I heard that he was often abused, that's why he killed someone!"

    "He's out of his mind"

    "Do you have anti-social personality?"

    "He can kill at such a young age, no wonder the family doesn't want him!"

    "He will stay in prison for the rest of his life, don't come out and harm others!"

    In his ears, the voices that he took a lot of effort to gradually forget sounded.  He bit his lower lip tightly and looked around with wide eyes.

    Obviously, no one's lips were moving.

    Obviously, there is no sound here.

    However, those annoying arguments sounded over and over again in my mind.  It was as if he had returned to the time when he was taken out of the small black room.

    Everyone is speculating on him with the most vicious malice in the world, stabbing him with vicious words.  In their eyes, he is a monster that should not exist.

    Suddenly, Mo Li squatted down and tightly covered his ears.  Why do these voices keep haunting him?

    What did he do wrong?

    Why, to torture him like this?

    That person, he didn't kill him.  He just knocked him out and he did bleed a lot.  However, the last blow was made by the girl who was sexually assaulted.

      It's just that that girl is a good student with excellent character and learning at school, and a model sister at home.  No one believed that such a well-behaved and obedient girl who was hurt by others was actually a cold and selfish poisonous snake in her bones.

    "Mo Li, what's wrong with you?"

    Zhao Meng shook off Tang Jie's hand and ran to Mo Li's side.  Mo Li raised his eyes, just in time to bump into Zhao Meng's pure and innocent eyes.  Those eyes are very much like the person who beat him up.

    "Go away!" Mo Li violently pushed Zhao Meng to the ground.  There was unspeakable disgust in his eyes.

    It is this cold look in the eyes.

    The most unacceptable thing for Zhao Meng is the cold eyes.

    No one has ever dared to look at her with such disgust.

    "You" Zhao Meng cried "Wow".  Tang Jie looked puzzled, what did Mo Li do to make this little ancestor cry again?

    Zhao Meng's voice is very sweet, even if he is crying, the voice is sweet and waxy.  She was a girl who grew up drowning in a sugar bowl. Although she was overbearing and unreasonable, no one would really hate her.

    As long as she cries, others will take the initiative to back down.

    However, this is limited to general situations.

    "You are very noisy!" Mo Li roared in a rare voice.

    All the people who had never seen Mo Li speak loudly all stared wide-eyed.  Zhao dreamed of this scene and cried even more happily.

    "I said, don't cry!" Mo Li grabbed Zhao Meng's collar, clenched his fists, and forcibly suppressed the urge to punch her.

    Why, this Zhao Meng, looks like that damned woman everywhere?

    "You kid, who are you yelling at?" Tang Jie's blood pressure soared to 180.  This little ancestor always walked sideways at home, no one dared to yell at her.  What kind of onion is this brat, who dares to bully this little ancestor like this.

    Thinking that this matter might reach the old man's ears, Tang Jie disliked Mo Li even more.

    "Mo Li, let go! Let go"

    Before Tang Jie could do anything, Song Yu broke away Mo Li's hand that was holding Zhao Meng.  He put his finger in his mouth, and blew a few out-of-tune notes in a "woo hoo".

    "Canon?" Mo Li's mind suddenly went blank.

    At this time, there was a clear sound of a harmonica outside the door.  Mo Li held his breath, and the sound score of Canon kept popping up in his mind.

    Music, what a wonderful thing!

    Song Yu couldn't help but sigh.  Because of that short but beautiful song, Mo Li returned to the original cold look who was stunned and didn't say a word.

    "You scared people to tears. Apologize!" Song Yu winked, and Mo Li apologized obediently, as if he was a tool person without emotion.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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