Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 493 My Brother is a Cannon Fodder Subordinate 11

Without hesitation, Zhao Zhao rationally picked up her phone to call the police, when a deep voice came from behind her, "Wait."

"Leave it to me."

Zhao Zhao then turned her head and felt that the figure of the boy in front of her was somewhat familiar.

Their eyes met, meeting those cold, piercing gazes. Zhao Zhao's thoughts drifted: "Ye Lan?"

The boy had pale skin, and his silent eyes were fixed on the boy opposite him. His already cold and handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

"Qi Qiangui." He said each word clearly.

Upon hearing his voice, Qi Qiangui paused in his act of clutching his stomach, stiffly looked up, and awkwardly asked, "Cousin...cousin, what are you doing here?"

"What did you call me?" Ye Lan's eyes were dark and her expression arrogant: "I don't have a relative as disgraceful as you."

"What were you doing just now? Do you want to die?"

The atmosphere between the two was very serious; they looked more like enemies than cousins.

Zhao Zhao didn't want to get involved in their past grievances. He picked up his phone again and dialed the emergency number. Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind him and turned off his screen.

Zhao Zhao looked up and stared silently into those dark eyes.

Ye Lan said expressionlessly, "I'll give you ten thousand, and we'll let this matter go."

Qi Qian Gui, who had been so arrogant in front of Zhao Zhao just moments before, didn't dare utter a single word after seeing Ye Lan, and could only glare at Zhao Zhao secretly.

Zhao Zhao glanced at him, then nodded coldly.

To succumb to money.

Ye Lan swept the money to him, then grabbed Qi Qian Gui by the hair and left. Watching the two figures walk away, Zhao Zhao bent over, supporting her legs, and took a breath.

He limped to a chair and sat down. After resting for a while, he spent another half hour organizing books before going home.

Before he got home, the small house was completely dark. Just as Zhao Zhao inserted the key, his phone suddenly vibrated.

"what happened?"

Hearing the guilty voice on the other end of the phone, Zhao Zhao's expression grew colder and colder. "Just wait."

He quickly opened the door, tossed his schoolbag onto the chair, closed the door again, and ran out.

The police station was a bit far from their home, so Zhao Zhao chose to take a taxi to get there as quickly as possible.

Police station.

A group of injured teenagers sat casually on iron chairs, none of them showing any sign of submission.

"Brother Ji, are you alright?" Xia Siyuan had only a minor scrape on his arm, yet he was still full of energy, looking around. Ji Yunqi replied irritably, "I'm fine. Hey, Xie Zian."

He nudged Xie Zi'an, who was covered in injuries but still playing on his phone, with an annoyed expression: "What the hell are you playing for! You still have the energy to play!"

They got into a fight with a bunch of idiots from the neighboring school, lost with everyone injured, and not only that, they took it to the police station.

This was the first time Ji Yunqi had ever been so disheveled.

The boy, whose wound had been aggravated, gasped and looked up. Despite the bruises around his eyes, he was still smiling. "My brother is coming to pick me up soon. You guys can stay here for now," he joked.

The gloating tone wasn't offensive; in fact, the joy was contagious. Ji Yunqi smirked, "That's all the grit you've got."

"Hmph!" A light sneer came from the other side. Ji Yunqi and the others saw his lips immediately droop down, and they all felt unlucky.

The two groups that fought were almost all minors. They were educated by the police for almost an hour and were only allowed to leave after shaking hands and making peace on the surface.

Because all of them were injured, and there were concerns about accidents on the way, their parents had to pick them up.

Parents arrived one after another to pick up their children, among whom Zhao Zhao's young body stood out.

"Officer, my brother is here to pick me up," Xie Zian said shamelessly. The police officer was dealing with other parents who were cursing and swearing, so he just glanced at him and let him go.

"Let's go, brother."

Xie Zian blinked and looked at his "brother," who was almost a head shorter than him, and then grimaced again after tugging at the wound at the corner of his eye.

Zhao Zhao stared at him expressionlessly, then looked at Ji Yunqi, who was sitting casually to the side.

Ji Yunqi smiled at him. Even his bruised profile couldn't hide his handsomeness. He was quite good-looking, but unfortunately, he was a stupid troublemaker.

Zhao Zhao was speechless. Seeing Xie Zi'an bend down to coax him, he grabbed his ear and dragged him out.

"Hey, hey, Zhao Zhao, I was wrong."

Xie Zian immediately admitted his mistake. Zhao Zhao put down his ear and walked forward without saying a word. He was angry.

Xie Zian, who was following behind him, was still apologizing with a laugh, but after taking a closer look, he suddenly stopped laughing.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Before Zhao Zhao could react, Xie Zi'an rushed in front of him, squatted down, and tried to roll up his trouser leg.

"Let go, I'm fine." Zhao Zhao gently tugged at his hair, and Xie Zi'an tilted his head up with the force, his handsome face showing concern despite the bruises. "I can see that, there's no use pretending."

He is the person who knows Zhao Zhao best in the world; he can tell at a glance how Zhao Zhao is doing.

Ignoring the objections, he pulled up his pants, and sure enough, his left leg was a little red and swollen.

"Go to the hospital."

Without saying a word, Xie Zian squatted down to carry him on his back. Zhao Zhao lowered her eyes and remained silent for a few seconds before suddenly raising her hand and pressing on his shoulder.

"what!"

Xie Zian immediately cried out, turned to look at Zhao Zhao's dark face, and gave an awkward smile, "It's just a minor injury."

Zhao Zhao glared at him.

He really should go to the hospital, but it won't be him going; it will be Xie Zi'an.

Zhao Zhao noticed that he had many wounds on his body, under his clothes, in places that couldn't be seen.