I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"do you like me?"

Zhong Xun was not in the mood to continue the class. He went to the infirmary to infuse fluids for a while, and the fever did not go away. He didn't leave at noon, and he woke up in the evening, and his forehead returned to normal temperature.

He picked up his phone and checked the time, only to find that Song Yijin had sent him a dozen messages.

[Song Yijin: Has your fever subsided? 】

[Song Yijin: Damn it, it’s a good thing you ran fast. In the afternoon, Lao Xu suddenly said that he would take a weekly test, and handed out so many thick papers that I almost broke my hands when copying them. 】

[Song Yijin: Old Xu asked me to take the test paper back for you, so I'll take it directly to the Internet cafe? 】

……

Zhong Xun waved his fingers and replied "yes", then tore off the infusion sticker on the back of his hand, the needle slipped while sleeping, resulting in a bruise.

Ningcheng has a lot of rain in July, and the playground is wet. I don't know how long it has been raining.

The rain stopped when we left school.

But as soon as he left the school gate, he didn't go far, and was surrounded by several flower arms with cigarettes in their mouths and green dragon tattoos from their shoulders to their wrists. Zhou Kai and the others were also there. In the dark street, menacing.

"I didn't see anyone at noon." The tallest figure in the middle, the flower-armed boss in a floral shirt, stepped forward and raised his chin. "What's the matter, are you avoiding us?"

"So much nonsense, don't you just want to stand up for that coward?" Zhong Xun's face was a little cold.

Zhou Kai wanted to make a move with a dark face, but was stopped by the flower arm boss, motioning him not to worry and lose his momentum.

"You're shameless, aren't you?" Zhong Xun raised his brows, and focused his gaze on Zhou Kai and the others, "I know who picked the first thing yesterday. force."

This street has always been chaotic. At night, it is not new to gather crowds to fight and block people in the dark to collect protection fees. They even have to grab the venue in advance, otherwise they will not be able to perform.

People passing by saw this posture, and they all avoided it one after another, so as not to be hurt.

"Before I let you go, I didn't care about you," the boss of Huayi said with a fierce look on his face, "Do you really take yourself seriously? Today I will let you learn what kowtow is to apologize. Let me tell my brothers first if you are sensible. Sorry, I still have an arm for you!"

When Chu Tingdong left the bookstore at the end of the alley, it was getting dark and several street lights were already on. When he looked up, he saw a battle not far away, and his footsteps stopped.

There was only one way back to the dormitory, he frowned, a little irritable, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so he could only wait for these people to leave first.

He put down his umbrella, lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and heard the lines of the young and Dangerous boy of the last century, the boss with flower arms. Before he could be speechless, he heard a clear and lazy voice of a teenager in the thin night.

"Stop talking nonsense," Zhong Xun said in a lazy voice, "to save time, let's go together."

Probably because the tone was too provocative, it seemed particularly unbearable.

Chu Tingdong held a cigarette between his fingertips, and saw from a distance that the flowery arm who was wearing a flowery shirt and suspected to be the boss was furious, and he raised his fist first.

Zhong Xun is fair and thin, compared with those flower arms, it is too thin, and his face is cold and gorgeous, which makes the whole dirty street look better in an instant. Movie.

But when he raised his hand, he firmly grasped the fist that was coming from the opposite side.

Zhong Xun let go of his hand, and tightened his grip on the wrist of the flower-armed boss, and pulled it towards the back. When he raised his leg, his knee suddenly pushed against the opponent's lower abdomen. The set of movements was not sloppy, just like cutting several scenes in a movie. The flower arm boss fell hard into the rain.

"I'll fuck you, uncle..." The flower arm boss lay on the ground and retched a few times, blushing and cursing angrily.

Seeing that the boss was being beaten, the rest of the people's anger was instantly full, and they rushed towards Zhong Xun in a swarm.

"Fuck it," Zhong Xun choked his throat with his backhand a few times, put down two more, and said softly, "He's waiting for you at Xishan Cemetery tonight."

Seeing that the situation had turned to Zhong Xun's side without any suspense, Chu Tingdong picked up his umbrella, thinking that this school bully didn't seem to be in vain, and he should be able to leave in a few minutes.

Zhou Kai suddenly raised his head towards him and shouted, "Boss! This guy has a helper who is in the same class as him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed behind the other flower-armed gangster.

It was a knife, and it slammed into Zhong Xun. Its length might be able to stab someone right through... Chu Tingdong's voice was cool, and he reminded, "Behind."

Only then did Zhong Xun notice someone beside him.

He didn't bother to say more, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and snatched the straight-handled umbrella from Chu Tingdong's hand, the blade collided with the umbrella handle violently, and if it was too late, it might have pierced him.

"Do you understand the rules?" Zhong Xun's face suddenly turned cold, and his tone dropped to freezing point.

The whole old neighborhood has always been quite chaotic, there are people of all kinds, and the law and order are notoriously poor.

Zhong Xun has lived nearby since he was a child, and he has seen it a lot, but Xiujing Street secretly pays attention to neither calling the police nor using a knife.

He knocked off the opponent's knife, put away his long legs, and kicked in the chest. The gangster slammed into the wall behind him hard, his bones were almost broken, and he wiped his nosebleeds, and he didn't dare to take the guy again.

In the evening, there was only dull pain and panting in the alley.

The flower arm boss is very knowledgeable about current affairs, and quickly stopped, "Brother! Don't fight, it's those bastards who want to find fault, we use people's money to do things for others... I won't dare in the future! I will detour when I see you! "

Zhou Kai was originally angry that he got a demerit but Zhong Xun didn't, and even when the incident became serious, the whole school knew that he was beaten by Zhong Xun so hard that he couldn't get up, what face did he have!

But he didn't expect this group of Huayi to be so careless, he sneaked into the alley next to him while no one was paying attention, but the boss of Huayi yelled violently, and several of his subordinates rushed over and pushed him to the ground.

"How dare you run away!" Someone kicked him in anger.

Without saying a word, Zhong Xun dropped the last flower arm and picked up the umbrella with a cold face.

After the group of people left in a f*cking manner, he went over and returned the umbrella to Chu Tingdong.

I tried to see if the umbrella was still usable, but as soon as I opened it, the umbrella surface was cut open by a knife like a crack like the Mariana Trench.

"Uh..." He stared at Chu Tingdong through the gap.

The fleeting years are unfavorable.

Zhong Xun choked back a thank you, and changed his words: "Well, how many WeChat IDs do you have, I will compensate you."

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong held the cigarette in his mouth, a spark ignited on his lips, no matter how serious his brows and eyes were, he couldn't hide the speechlessness that was about to be written on his face, "Forget it."

Zhong Xun said stubbornly: "Then I will add you from the group."

Chu Tingdong had no choice, and didn't want to be entangled with him here after dark, so he lowered his head and took out his phone.

A few seconds later, a friend request came.

Chu Tingdong clicked on the interface, paused with his fingertips, Zhong Xun's WeChat name was Lost Reported, and his profile picture... was a yellow-haired puppy with round eyes, tilting his head to the camera, fluffy.

……

Pretty self-aware.

He glanced at Zhong Xun's hair, although it had been dyed back to black now.

The corners of his mouth curled up subtly, without even realizing it, this was probably the first time he smiled after coming to Ningcheng.

"Click to pass." Zhong Xun urged him.

I thought to myself dissatisfied, crazy, what's so funny.

Chu Tingdong lowered his eyes, moved his fingertips, and approved the application.

Zhong Xun transferred him two hundred dollars.

"It won't take so much." Chu Tingdong said.

"Your school uniform..." Zhong Xun raised his hand and pointed at his clothes.

During the fight just now, Chu Tingdong had no place to hide. After it rained, the street was muddy, and his cuffs were splashed with mud. He couldn’t bear it even if he wasn’t a clean freak. What’s more, Chu Tingdong was forced to say, “It’s your dry cleaning fee. Thank you just now."

He has been too unlucky these days because of the surname Chu. He was scolded, had a fever, had a self-criticism, and had to lose money.

Chu Tingdong didn't bother anymore, and clicked to collect the money.

He went back to the dormitory, and Zhong Xun went to the Internet cafe, each walking aside.

Zhong Xun turned around and didn't go far, suddenly remembered Chu Tingdong's brief smile just now, and that face, under the night, through the thin smoke, with unspeakably deep eyebrows and eyes.

He wanted to find a man to date Zhong Zhonglin to piss him off, and there was one in front of him, handsome and gay.

Now that he has retired and transferred to another school, Bao Buqi has just broken up and lost his relationship, and is in need of a new relationship, there is nothing more suitable.

What's so good about being fake, if you want to do it, make it real.

……

Chu Tingdong just walked to the downstairs of the dormitory when the phone vibrated suddenly, he lowered his head and swiped to open the screen.

[Reported lost: Do you like me? 】

Chu Tingdong: "..."

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