Chapter 287 — You Go Stop Him - 'What's Wrong, Sister Yaoyao?' Shen Yushu Had No Idea That One Remark Had Left Gu Mengyao Speechless

"Xiaoshu, don't talk nonsense like that from now on. How can you just say a thing like that? It would be so embarrassing if the boys heard it," Gu Mengyao said to Shen Yushu, forcing herself to be patient.

"Oh, I don't think it's a big deal. Besides, we're out of sanitary pads at home, and I was thinking of sending Brother Arrow to buy some," Shen Yushu said, completely unconcerned.

"No. How can you ask a man to buy something so private for you?" Gu Mengyao glared at Shen Yushu. "I'll call Uncle Qing in a bit and have him buy it."

"Uh..." Shen Yushu froze. "Sister Yaoyao, isn't Uncle Qing a man too..."

Shen Yushu felt Uncle Qing was so tragic, so pitiful, having been struck off the rolls of manhood by Gu Mengyao several times over. If he knew, what would he think?

"That's different. Uncle Qing is an elder," Gu Mengyao said, though she also felt she had gone a bit too far. Uncle Qing had been disqualified as a man more than once.

"Oh, all right then." Shen Yushu nodded as if she half understood. "Then let Uncle Qing go buy them."

"That's more like it... By the way, how do we stop Zhong Yongliang from writing that blood letter or whatever? It sounds creepy. I don't want to receive a blood letter. I'd have nightmares," Gu Mengyao said.

"For that you'll have to find Brother Arrow. Just let him handle it," Shen Yushu said, now firmly committed to her philosophy of going to Wei Zhao whenever there was trouble.

"Fine, then you go tell Wei Zhao and have him take care of it," Gu Mengyao nodded, feeling Xiaoshu's idea was the only way. They could only go to Wei Zhao to solve it.

Wei Zhao looked at the little note Shen Yushu had passed over, feeling speechless. It read, "Sister Yaoyao wants you to stop Zhong Yongliang from writing the blood letter. It's all on you."

Beating Zhong Yongliang up would be easy enough, but stopping him from writing a blood letter? That seemed a bit overreaching. And what reason did he have to interfere? Was he supposed to walk up and warn Zhong Yongliang, don't you write a blood letter to Gu Mengyao or I'll beat you up?

But in what capacity would he go? Wei Zhao had a headache over it. Still, since the young miss had given her order, Wei Zhao stood up and ambled shakily toward Zhong Yongliang.

At that moment, Zhong Yongliang was holding a carving knife, hesitating over whether to cut his finger. Though he was not afraid of pain, cutting his own finger himself was still a bit frightening, wasn't it?

"Xiaofu, come help me. I can't bring myself to do it," Zhong Yongliang handed the knife to Gao Xiaofu.

"Okay," Gao Xiaofu agreed readily enough. After all, it wasn't his own hand getting cut. "Then I'll cut now, Brother Liang. Bear with it."

"Go ahead... hiss..." Zhong Yongliang shuddered as blood welled from his finger. There were no large blood vessels in the fingertip, so there was no gushing fountain of blood.

"Brother Liang, hurry up and write. If you wait till the blood dries you'll have to start all over," Gao Xiaofu said.

"Oh, right," Zhong Yongliang hurriedly began to write on the white paper he had prepared long ago.

He had just written the character "Yao" when Wei Zhao silently appeared before him. Zhong Yongliang suddenly sensed someone standing in front of him and looked up instinctively, only to see Wei Zhao. "You... what do you want?"

Zhong Yongliang jumped in fright. What had Wei Zhao come for? Was this guy looking to cause him trouble again?

"Oh, nothing. Just seeing what you're doing," Wei Zhao lowered his head and glanced at the blood letter Zhong Yongliang was writing.

"Writing a blood letter. What else? Wei Zhao, I haven't messed with you, so you'd better not make trouble," Zhong Yongliang said, a little afraid of Wei Zhao.

"Oh, nice. I admire your courage. Pretty impressive," Wei Zhao casually patted Zhong Yongliang twice. "I just came to see if you really meant to write it, and you haven't disappointed me. I'm rooting for you."

And before Zhong Yongliang could speak, Wei Zhao turned and walked away, leaving Zhong Yongliang staring blankly at his back. This guy hadn't come to make trouble? He had actually encouraged him? What was that about?

"Ah," Gao Xiaofu suddenly let out a scream that gave Zhong Yongliang a terrible fright.

Zhong Yongliang was annoyed. "Xiaofu, what are you yelling for?"

"Brother Liang, your hand... your hand..." Gao Xiaofu stared with wide eyes, pointing at Zhong Yongliang's hand. "Brother Liang, what's happening to you?"

Zhong Yongliang lowered his head in confusion, and one look gave him a fright himself. His cut right index finger was spraying blood like a water pistol, already staining the white paper on the desk a deep red, flowing everywhere.

"Ah!" Zhong Yongliang also screamed, nearly fainting from fright. Before, blood had been seeping from his hand and he hadn't noticed. With a wound like that, you can only feel the pain. As for how much blood you've lost, it's hard to tell unless you look.

There was a famous experiment about a blindfolded man whose wrist was cut before he was locked in a room with the sound of dripping water. Mistaking the dripping for the sound of his own bleeding, he was frightened to death in the end.

Which proved that ordinary people really could hardly sense how much blood they were losing.

Zhong Yongliang was naturally no exception. When he saw his finger spurting blood like a sword of blood, he was completely stunned. This wasn't bleeding at all. It was just like the water pistols he had played with as a child. Zhong Yongliang had no doubt that if he raised his hand, the blood would shoot far.

"Am I going to die? Xiaofu, get me to the hospital," With no mind left for writing the blood letter, Zhong Yongliang's legs went weak with fright and he couldn't even stand. He cried out in panic, "Quick, Xiaofu, call my dad and have him come pick me up..."

The classmates all stared at Zhong Yongliang in surprise. When they saw his gushing finger, they covered their mouths in shock. How could a cut finger bleed like that?

"Sister Yaoyao, look. Zhong Yongliang's hand has turned into a squirting water pistol..." Shen Yushu said, watching Zhong Yongliang with novelty.

Gu Mengyao watched with some alarm. "Could Wei Zhao have done this?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Brother Arrow is really amazing. He can even kill a shark, let alone Zhong Yongliang," Shen Yushu said.

If Zhong Yongliang knew Shen Yushu was mentioning him in the same breath as a shark, who knew whether he should be happy or cry?

Wei Zhao sat in his seat, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the panicked Zhong Yongliang, and curled his lip. He had only pressed a few of his pressure points to speed up his blood circulation a little. Actually there was no need to go to the hospital. He had lost only a little blood. He couldn't die from it. He would be back to normal in a while.

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