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"Brother Yao, oh my god! Are you... okay?" A boy ran over exclaiming and quickly helped the person on the table up.

Shi Qi suppressed his anger and waited for the man in front of him to apologize.

"It's okay. How can I be so weak? Damn it, they dare to sneak attack me!? Muzi, let's go back and beat them!" The boy stood up, muttering.

"it is good!"

The two men turned around angrily and prepared to leave.

Shi Qi: How come you are blind at such a young age? Can’t you see her sitting here... Well, the light is a little dim.

"Stop." Shi Qi said in a low voice, suppressing his anger.

The two of them paused and turned back at the same time.

"Kid, why are you calling me for help?" The boy called Brother Yao chuckled and looked back, looking like a real gangster.

A child? Call...her!?

"It's broken and can't be eaten, so you have to pay for it." Shi Qi was brief and to the point, with a cold tone.

"You are a young girl, yet you still want to blackmail people? How did Brother Yao bump into you!?" Muzi said angrily and was about to attack.

"You bumped into me." Shi Qi was not afraid. He stood up and walked straight towards the two of them.

"Hey, you guy, my brother Yao is injured, and I haven't asked you for compensation yet!" Muzi said angrily as he looked at the person approaching.

Shi Qi: What kind of weird logic is this?

"Okay, you're injured, right? Here, take this money. Go back quickly after you buy things and don't stay here too long, okay?" The boy called Brother Yao fumbled and took out a stack of things from his pocket and handed it to Shi Qi.

With the light behind him, Shi Qi couldn't see the boy's appearance clearly, but the faintly glowing ear studs on his ears were eye-catching.

Shi Qi has never had a good impression of these ruffians, so the better to avoid trouble.

So he took the money and left without looking back.

"Hey! Brother Yao, look at this guy! It's really... Damn, it really opened my eyes, he just took the money and left!?" Muzi couldn't help but complain as he looked at Shi Qi's back as he left.

The boy, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, lit a cigarette, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Let's go, let's get down to business."

On the other side, Shi Qi walked to a bright place and felt more and more that something was wrong.

Suddenly I picked up the money in my hand and looked at it carefully. It seemed like a century had passed.

Bald: "Host...what's wrong with you?"

Shi Qi: "Can I kill people..."

Bald asked in panic: "The host is now a gangster. Beating people is definitely no problem, but killing people... I don't really support it! What's wrong? Is it because the money is too little?"

The point is not the amount, but what this person gave her was... a pile of ghost money! ?

Bald:! ? The charlatan, the ruffian, the swindler, the scoundrel, the swindler, the swindler, the rogue ...

Shi Qi looked at the pile of red banknotes in his hand, his mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't know...what to say for a moment.

Bald: "Host... this, why don't we go back and ask for an explanation? This is simply too much!"

"Forget it, they are just insignificant people anyway, so just consider it as sending shrimps to ward off evil." Shi Qi sighed softly, lightly lifted his hair, turned around and threw the stack in his hand into the trash can.

......

The sounds of fighting and groans coming from the alley, as well as the bloody beer bottle slag on the roadside, were enough to imagine the horrific scene.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy came out of the alley, holding a cigarette in his mouth and exhaling lightly.

In the dim light, you can vaguely see the bloodstains running down the head, and the floral shirt is covered in blood.

"Brother Yao, huh~ It's finally over. These little trash dared to plot against you. It's good that you're not dead. It's so damn unlucky that we're seeing blood again." Muzi fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Where are his things? I'll go there later. The old man is so annoying. He won't let me rest in peace even after his death." The boy held a cigarette in his mouth and said with a slightly mocking tone.

Muzi was stunned and looked up in confusion: "Ah? I was afraid of losing it, so I put it in your pocket in advance."

The boy was stunned, fumbled in his trouser pocket, and took out a stack of Mao Zedong notes.

"Are you stupid? I asked you to prepare ghost money! What are you preparing cash for?"

"Brother... this is originally your money. I put the ghost money in your right pocket. You wouldn't..." Muzi thought of something and stood up with a look of panic.

"What do you mean by right pocket and left pocket? You..." the boy said, and suddenly realized something, and the words got stuck in his throat.

"Muzi, I think I gave that thing... to that kid?"

"Brother Yao...remove the word 'like'."

"..."

There was a hint of awkwardness in the air. The boy scratched his head irritably, his eyes full of impatience.

"Brother...it's not a big deal. I'll go buy it. Don't be anxious!" Muzi said and ran away.

The boy threw away his cigarette and muttered, "What the hell is going on! F**K!"

As he said this, he stomped hard on the cigarette butt on the ground as if to vent his anger.

He picked up the coat on the ground, threw it over his shoulders, and walked away without looking back.

After walking a few steps, the boy fell back.

He picked up the cigarette butt on the ground, threw it accurately towards the trash can, and left with a pout.

......

Maybe because he didn’t eat well, Shi Qi didn’t sleep well.

The girl in the mirror has playful short hair, an unmade-up face, a smile in her eyes, and looks youthful... but not very energetic.

After all, the original owner was dull and taciturn, so it was inevitable that he looked a little gloomy and depressed.

However, with Shi Qi's presence, he seemed more stable and calm.

After changing into school uniform and packing his schoolbag, Shi Qi came to Xingxu High School like a normal high school student.

In the director's office, a middle-aged man wearing glasses was reading a newspaper seriously.

"Knock, knock, knock~" There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Seeing the newcomer, Director Wang smiled and said, "Haha, hello, hello, you must be Shi Qi, right? Come and sit down, drink some water to quench your thirst."

"No need, which class?" Shi Qi looked as if he didn't want anyone to come near him.

Director Wang's hand in the air froze slightly, and he smiled and said, "Senior 3 Class E."

Shi Qi was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered that with the original owner's grades... it would be good enough to be in Class E.

"Yeah." Shi Qi nodded slightly, then left with his bag.

After they left, Director Wang lamented with some worry: "Such a good child, I don't know if he can stay there."

Originally, I thought that Class E just had poor grades, but Shi Qi was quite surprised when he saw the chaotic scene in front of him.

In the classroom, a group of students surrounded the man in the middle, pointing and talking, and some even pushed the man to the ground.

One of the girls even stuck her chewed gum on the man's head.

Shi Qi was slightly stunned and reached out to knock on the door. The group of people in the room stopped what they were doing and stared at Shi Qi.

Not wanting to get involved, Shi Qi walked straight to the back row.

Suddenly the man spoke up: "Haha, you are Shi Qi, the transfer student who came today, right? Hello, I am Mr. Wu, the head teacher of Class E. I am also new here. You can always come to me if you have any questions."

Shi Qi turned around and saw the man who had been on the ground just now stood up in a panic with a smile on his face.

"No need." Shi Qi said indifferently and sat down in his seat neatly.

The man rolled his eyes awkwardly and said softly, "Okay, it's time for class. Everyone, don't make the teacher angry."

After saying that, he left the classroom.