Lololowka аlive.?

The next day, Lo was beaten up again. Lo was covered in bruises and a wound, you could even see blood slowly coming out of his mouth. A group of senior students passed by Lo.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway grew louder. These weren't the shuffling steps of those accustomed to bullying—they were the confident, heavy tread of people accustomed to having others make way for them. A group of seniors was approaching.

John, whose status at the university was unquestionable, walked ahead, idly scrolling through his phone. His friends, the sons of influential people, were loudly discussing something, laughing at the latest joke. They didn't notice the broken-down boy against the wall until one of John's friends grazed him with the toe of his expensive sneaker.

"Oh, look, there's some trash scattered around here," one of the guys chuckled, stopping and looking down at the barely alive Lololoshka.