Chapter 166

Zheng Quzhi got up vigilantly from the ground, staring at the door for a moment. Only two men in white coats brought a boy who couldn't see his face clearly and threw it on the ground.

"Who are you! What are you going to do with me? " Seeing that the two people did not pay attention to themselves and were about to leave, Zheng Quzhi was busy making a voice.

Without a pause, the two men went out again and locked the door again.

Zheng Quzhi 's heart was half cold, forcing himself to calm down. He quickly walked to the boy who had just been thrown in, and pulled away the boy' s wet hair to see his face.

After seeing it clearly, I was disappointed.

This is a strange face. It looks very ordinary. Under the nose is the husha of the hand. There is pain and fatigue on the face. It is about someone approaching. He subconsciously makes a resistance action and swings his fist at Zheng Quzhi.

Unfortunately, he was almost prostrate, with little strength, and his soft fists had no lethality.

Zheng Quzhi didn't hold back. He burst out laughing: "you weak chicken!"

The boy's mouth let out angry sobs. After listening for a long time, Zheng Quzhi did not provoke him. He quickly helped the man up and asked in a slow tone: "I am a new comer. What is this place? Where did that group take you? How do you look like this

"Cherish the new day." The boy coughed a few times and opened his mouth weakly.

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi pursed his lips and pinched the boy's face. "Don't say half of your speech. What the hell is this?"

"This is hell." The boy grinned bitterly, with a hole in his open eyes. "I came two days before you. My mother sent me here. How about you?"

Director, cell like room, parents sent in

Zheng Quzhi suddenly thought a hundred times, and suddenly he was blessed to his soul: "is this the juvenile prison?"

"Almost." The boy's voice is weak, a pair of ready to hang up the appearance: "it's the youth training center, I came in because of puppy love, how about you?"

After thinking about it, Zheng Qu knew back: "Internet addiction."

Smell speech, the boy did not speak, but Zheng Quzhi caught a touch of contempt in the eyes of the boy. Suddenly, Zheng Quzhi's tone was a little blunt: "bang! What qualifications do you, a puppy lover, have to despise me? "

"Good time is not used to study, but to indulge in games. Do I have to praise you?" The boy said coldly.

Zheng Quzhi squatted beside the boy and laughed: "don't you waste your time in puppy love?"

The boy stopped talking and pretended to be dead with his eyes closed.

Zheng Quzhi was sitting in the corner bored, a little calm in his heart. The corpse wish of the boy who let himself enter the dreamland is to let himself take him out of this place, right?

The name of the juvenile correctional center is familiar, and you can guess what it is used for. Now the trouble is that he doesn't know where the boy is and he doesn't have the ability to escape.

"Hello, what's your name?" In addition to himself, there was only this boy in the house, so Zheng Quzhi had to ask again.

"Yang Wanli." Boys did not mean not to respond, ask a reply, honest and clever very.

Hearing the name, Zheng Quzhi was awed: "are you Xueba?"

"Not bad, the top five in the school." Yang Wanli's face had some arrogant expression. After a whimper, he didn't know what he thought of. His face became gray again. He could not smell it. He said, "she is the fifth from the bottom. She is a scum."

Zheng Quzhi heard this, and did not rush to ask, but asked, "I just came here today. Do you know what the first day will be like?"

"My first day was class." The boy answers.

Zheng Quzhi was about to ask again. The small door was opened again, and two men in white coats rushed in. Both of them held electric sticks. In a bad tone, they called to Zheng Quzhi: "come out!"

Zheng Quzhi frowned, repressed his emotions, and honestly stood up and walked out.

This time, he did not dare to act rashly. The taste of the electric stick was so bad that he didn't want to experience it again.

Outside is a long corridor, which is guarded by several men in camouflage suits. On both sides of the long corridor are small doors, which should be small rooms just like the place Zheng Quzhi just stayed in.

"What are you looking at! Come on The man pushed and pushed impatiently. Zheng Quzhi stumbled under his feet and nearly fell into the mud. He managed to stabilize himself and put his hand on the door on the other side and looked inside through the small window on the door in a hurry.

It was no different from the room I just stayed in. There were three or four teenagers, big and small, who could not see their faces clearly.

Zheng Quzhi's heart suddenly cooled half, this corridor came down, at least thirty such rooms, a room of three or four people, there are also more than 100 people here, how can he find the boy in these more than 100 people?

Damn it!

All blame Lu Zhishi's son of a king. If he didn't let himself so Cang promote the dreamland, could he come in with a face of muddle?!!!

Pushed by two men in white coats, he turned left and right and finally stopped in a large classroom. Zheng Quzhi looked inside. There were about a dozen people sitting about his age, male and female.All of a sudden, his eyes were frozen.

The boy with tattoos on his arms is not the boy who hurt himself to come in? His heart a joy, the face is not show, quietly into the inside, sitting next to the boy.

"Get out of here As soon as he sat down, he heard the young man yelling at himself: "don't sit next to your grandfather!"

Just after shouting, a man in camouflage clothes rushed over and beat the boy with a stick: "be honest!"

The young man was beaten by a stick, but he didn't make a sound. He just threatened to say: "you hit me now. When I go out, I'll find someone to cut you!"

This is a troublemaker!

Zheng Quzhi felt more pain in the back of his head. Sure enough, the man was angry. He took Zheng Quzhi away, dragged the boy to the ground and began to fight and kick.

Some girls screamed, as if they were scared to the extreme.

"Be quiet A steady and powerful voice came from the microphone.

As if by magic, everyone quieted down and looked at the podium. It was a man about fifty years old, wearing glasses, gentle and kind, with a gentle smile on his mouth.

"Are we all here?" The man asked a question and nodded after hearing the answer, "it's good to be here. I'm the Dean here. My surname is Liu. You can call me Dean Liu."

"President Liu, when can I go home?" A girl asked timidly.

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