ferocious

The air in the seaside city has a high moisture content, and the breath is full of damp smell and stuffy stickiness.

As spring and summer alternate, the wooden stair railings are covered with condensation water droplets, and the wall pasted with white tiles at the other end cannot be avoided. The sewage gathers and flows down, which is disgusting.

The entire teaching building was completely refurbished during the last summer vacation, except for the thin and fragile old iron gate in front of Yin Shanyue.

Behind the door is the roof, Yin Shanyue stood in front of the iron door, and saw the chain wrapped around the handle through the light coming in through the crack of the door.

The iron gate may be older than this school, the green paint on it has been peeled off, and the entire gate and the heavy chain behind it have been oxidized.

All in all, its sound insulation effect is extremely poor, Yin Shanyue is all too familiar with the sound of fists and kicks hitting people's bodies, it came from the other side of the door, and got into his ears.

Yin Shanyue's expression was a little subtle, and his straight eyebrows were raised a little, revealing a smile.Without further ado, the boy kicked towards the iron gate, and the huge impact made the iron gate, which was already on the verge of death, jingle and rattle.

"—Kangdang!!"

Several people on the roof were startled by the thunder-like noise, stopped their movements, and looked in the direction of the iron gate in unison.

The man who kicked the door was very powerful, the sound similar to beating a drum hit the eardrums of the person, again and again, without any pattern, and he didn't know when the next sound would come, which made people feel flustered.

Feng Shun stared at the chain dangling in mid-air, the expression on his face was quite exciting.He turned his head and ordered the younger brother next to him to open the door, then grabbed Zhu Guining's collar and threatened:

"Don't talk nonsense later."

Then he let go of his hand, rubbed his palm against the seam of his trousers as if stained with something dirty, turned around, and watched the younger brother take off the chain hanging from the iron door.

The little brother was found from outside the school, and he worked diligently as a running dog under Feng Shun, but just opened the door, and the first time he saw the person coming, he couldn't help shivering: "Brother Yue Yue Yue Yue?"

Yin Shanyue was a little annoyed by this soft-footed shrimp's rap-like way of greeting, he snorted with a smile on his face, and he had the right to answer.

The younger brother didn't dare to stop him, looked at the thin scar on the other's left eyebrow, swallowed in fear, lowered his head and backed away, without further words.

The more Yin Shan looked at him, the more he didn't even bother to look at him. With his hands in his pockets and his long legs, he walked to the middle of the rooftop in three or two steps.

There were already five people coming before him. The twins Feng Shun and Feng Li stood in a row with two yellow hairs, and blocked a boy with his head bowed and wearing the school uniform behind him. Only his white hair was exposed. The half of the forearm covered with bruises under the shirt.

It is a real scene of bullying on campus, no one can tell who is bullying.

Yin Shanyue whistled, looked at the twins of Feng's family with excitement and fighting in their eyes, and didn't specifically point out which one of the two brothers he was talking to, and said in a strange tone:

"Hey, Brother Feng is so majestic, which little classmate are you teaching the first lesson?"

Feng Shun looked at Yin Shan's gleaming earrings under his temples, which were more and more sculpted, and cursed secretly.Everyone in Hundong District knows that Yin Shanyue is a crazy person who is desperate to fight. He is chaotic and has no position. His only hobby is to fight with people. The stronger the opponent, the more excited he is. Looking at it now, I'm afraid Not already provoked by the sound of their previous fight.

Feng Shun glanced at the two yellow-haired people who were already trembling beside him from the corner of his eye, and weighed his own weight. Today, four of them might not be enough to put this uncle Yin's teeth together...

The man can bend and stretch, Feng Shun ignored his younger brother Feng Li's stop, grabbed Zhu Guining's wrist behind him, took a step forward, and said with a smile: "How can we, we just ask the new classmate for an answer and make up homework."

After finishing speaking, he actually pretended to take out a brand new "Mathematics Lesson Practice" from the big schoolbag he threw on the ground, casually flipped through a blank page, and put his arms around Zhu Guining's shoulder: "Guining, this How to write the question?"

Zhu Guining had been beaten up by them in a circle before, but now his expression remained the same, his eyelids drooped, he put on a dead face, the corners of his mouth were pulled up, and he smiled with a sharp little canine: "This is from the junior high school next door." Operation."

The boy's skin was very pale, and the black hair on his forehead was very long, covering his eyes when he lowered his head.

I saw that Zhu Guining took it over to practice, turned to the blank space on the first page, and pointed to the three characters "Feng Yuanyuan" written in immature handwriting. It was quite embarrassing, and his voice was like a piece of broken ice, cold and crisp: "Feng Yuanyuan" Brother, help my little sister with her homework?"

Feng Shun's complexion suddenly became colorful, very ugly.

Standing opposite a group of people, Yin Shanyue couldn't help laughing, licked his back molars with the tip of his tongue, raised his chin, and looked at people from the corner of his eyes:

"Don't want to fight? Hurry up and get out"

"I don't have the patience to write lessons for your sister, huh?"

Feng Shun and Feng Li both clenched their fists, turned their heads to stare at Zhu Guining, and squeezed out two harsh words from between their teeth: "You're lucky."

"...Don't leave after school today."

After finishing speaking, they took the two weak chickens with yellow hairs, and the four of them came out from the iron gate angrily.

In the blink of an eye, there were only messes left on the roof, and Zhu Guining who was standing there holding a lunch box.

Zhu Guining kept his original movements, standing motionless in a small puddle, the lid of the delicate wooden lunch box in his hand fell apart during the beating, spilling a third of the food inside.

The food was extremely delicious, and the fragrant smell mixed with the stench of the sewage accumulated on the roof made Yin Shanyue always feel a little nauseous.

"You too," Yin Shanyue cleared his throat, looked down and saw that his shiny white sneakers were stained with a little smelly sewage, and his mood fell to the bottom in an instant: "It's okay if you don't, let's fight with Lao Tzu first .”

Holding the lunch box, Zhu Guining raised his head, revealing a white melon-seeded face from under the messy black hair, with a charming mole of tears at the end of his eyes, "I won't get lost, and I won't fight."

The damp wind rolled across the roof, lifted the corners of the white shirt on the young man's thin body, revealing some black and blue bruises on his lower abdomen.

Hearing this, Yin Shan looked up and down at this weak chicken whose ankle was not as thick as his own arm, moved his fingertips slightly, and always felt that with a little force, he could break the opponent's limbs.

Uncle Yin was very impatient, he walked forward in two or three steps and grabbed Zhu Guining's collar: "Then tell me a few words."

Zhu Guining was lifted up rudely by him, with his toes slightly off the ground, his eyelids drooped almost submissively: "Anyway, I won't leave."

"you!"

Yin Shanyue is obviously also the first time to meet this fragile type of homosexuality. He suppressed the tyrannical and restless clamor in his bones, and let go of his hand: "Don't get out, be careful and I will beat you."

Unexpectedly, Zhu Guining seemed to have heard some funny words, a pair of big eyes filled with water looked towards Yin Shan, took the lunch box with one hand, and lifted his shirt: "I'm not afraid."

The white and tender flesh was violently beaten, and the bruised and purple scars were particularly eye-catching.Zhu Guining's lower abdomen is flat and her waist is extremely thin, which is exposed generously by the master.The whole figure is like a tender willow, swaying in the breeze, in the eyes of people, it is weak but has a certain style.

For a moment, Boss Yin seemed to be fascinated by the wind, his heart was covered by lard, and his head was thickened... for a while, he actually looked a little obsessed.

The rooftop suddenly became very quiet.

After a while, Zhu Guining raised his head, looked down along that hot line of sight, and at first glance saw his collar that had become wide open and messy due to the pushing and torturing actions of the group of people before.

Even more eye-catching than those folded and dirty white cloths was the boy's pale and smooth skin, as well as his round and delicate collarbone.

Yin Shan pursed his thin lips tightly and remained silent.His gaze was like a fiery tongue, frankly and blatantly licking that small depression on Zhu Guining's neck over and over again.

Tsk... I wish Guining understood.

He put the half-sprinkled lunch box on the concrete floor beside him, half closed his eyelids, and with his slender fingertips, he unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his white shirt in the blink of an eye.

The young man was expressionless and calm.The exposed waist is slender, the skin is white and tender, and the two bright red spots on the chest are very eye-catching.

Zhu Guining walked towards the motionless Yin Shan, wrapped his arms around the other's neck, his whole body was like a boneless snake, sticking up sticky, but the tone of his speech was so cold that it would break ice:

"If you want to do it, move faster, there is still half an hour before class."

Yin Shan became more and more confused, with a surprised expression on his face, subconsciously stretched out his hand to push away Zhu Guining's face, retreated by himself, and scolded him in a rough voice: "Fuck, do you want to show some face?"

Zhu Guining ignored Yin Shanyue's mouth and leaned forward to kiss Yin Shanyue's mouth. The soft flesh on his face was slightly deformed by the other party's strong knuckles, and he said vaguely: "I'm shameless."

Yin Shanyue has been domineering for more than ten years, and this is the first time he saw someone responding to his provocations in this way. His mind seemed to be filled with boiling paste, and he thought the other party was a lunatic. He pulled a black face and cursed: "You What a fucking pervert?"

After the words fell, Zhu Guining stopped moving.

At first, the whole person seemed to have been pressed the pause button, almost still, and then took a step back, standing in front of Yin Shanyue, smiling instead of angry.The laughter became louder and louder, echoing on the rooftop, until finally, tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

The two kept a safe distance, and Yin Shanyue stepped back a few more vigilantly, staring at the young man's bright red lips with a strange expression.

Zhu Guining was holding the boxed lunch, and stood there leisurely, showing a slightly slutty smile.

After confronting each other silently for a few minutes, Yin Shanyue scolded "annoying" in his heart, looked at Zhu Guining opposite, and suddenly said without thinking: "I'm hungry."

I wish Guining to be kind and kind: "Then eat me..."

"Fuck you," Yin Shanyue interrupted him rudely, staring at the two-thirds of the lunch box on the floor next to him, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Bring the lunch box here."

Uncle Yin squatted on the paint bucket on the roof, recognized the logo on the lunch box as the delivery logo of the best five-star hotel in the city, snorted disdainfully, picked up the box lunch, and started chewing peonies .

Zhu Guining took off the schoolbag that he had hung on the barbed wire in advance, put the dirty coat back on his body, and fastened the last button on the top of the clothes, not too disgusted.

After he covered up the wounds on his body from head to toe, Yin Shanyue over there also ate his boxed lunch upside down.

Yin Shanyue found a plastic bag, put the trash in it, and waved to Zhu Guining: "Pervert, come here."

Zhu Guining was obedient, he lowered his head, set out from the corner of the wall, and stood in front of Yin Shanyue, the broken hair on his forehead fell down one after another, blocking the young man's eyes.

Yin Shan frowned, and used his rough fingers to lift Zhu Guining's too long forehead hair, and took out a black slender clip for girls from his pocket, and clumsily pinned up those messy bangs, revealing the I wish Guining a beautiful face:

"Okay, you can go to class too."

Then completely ignored Zhu Guining's smiling face like a flower, leaning against the barbed wire, looking up at the sky, looking like he was digesting food.

It's just that the more Yin Shan eats and drinks, the time he can be so comfortable is really short.

That Zhu Guining was too dishonest, he neither left the rooftop obediently, nor was he scolded by Yin Shanyue so that he dared not do anything wrong.Taking advantage of Uncle Yin's inattention, Zhu Guining jumped forward and pushed him off the paint bucket, hitting his back against the barbed wire in front of the guardrail.

The young man was covered with scars all over his body, except for his face which was fair and clean without any bruises, and when he got close, he still had a cool smell of mint.

Taking advantage of Yin Shan's widening eyes and wanting to speak, the little thing sticks out his tongue, swaggering around in the mouth of Boss Yin in the east block of the city, collected enough protection money, and made a fuss unscrupulously before wiping the corners of his mouth clean. Yinsi left with a blank expression.

The iron gate is left empty.

Lowering his head, Yin Shanyue licked his back molars with the tip of his tongue when he saw the same soiled school uniform jacket on his body:

"Fuck, madman."