The sick young master went to dance again

Three days later—

Since meeting in the bar, Lu Si has not come to the school to look for Song Yuxing.

Song Yuxing was still puzzled, he thought that Lu Si was going to settle accounts with him, after all, the other party's eyes in the bar that day looked like they were going to eat him alive.

However, it was just right not to appear in front of his eyes, and he was happy to be quiet.

In the afternoon, after class, Song Yuxing and Han Ye were walking back to the dormitory.

"Brother Xing, I have a buddy who is going to hold a pool party for his birthday in a few days. You know him too. Let's go and play together. I heard that there are still many girls coming. Of course, there are handsome guys too!"

"Let's talk later."

Song Yuxing couldn't help but frowned, because the students passing by all looked at him.

Although he usually attracts attention wherever he goes, there is something wrong with the eyes of these people, with probing, sizing up, and even contempt.

"He must be Song Yuxing, a freshman. Isn't he just a boy with a pretty face? What's so good about him?"

"Look at the T-shirts he's wearing, the XX brand, which cost several thousand yuan each, and the watch, which costs at least tens of thousands of yuan."

"Didn't he used to wear dozens of street stalls? It's different when he gets a lot of money."

"That's great, if only I had a good-looking face, then I don't have to work hard, and I can make money while lying down..."

"Hey, you're not too disgusted."

"..."

Some people seemed to be doing it on purpose, and deliberately raised their voices when they spoke, for fear that the person involved would not be able to hear them.

Han Ye frowned suspiciously, and touched Song Yuxing's arm with his elbow, "Brother Xing, they seem to be talking about you."

"I'm not deaf." Song Yuxing put his hands in his pockets and walked forward without looking sideways, his fair and handsome face remained unchanged, as if he ignored those words.

Why didn't he know when he got rich.

Han Ye wasn't so calm anymore, these idiots dared to speak ill of Brother Xing and spread rumors.

He immediately rolled up his sleeves, "Damn it, let's see if I don't treat you idiots who spread rumors..."

"Okay, don't do this." Song Yuxing stopped his movement in time, glanced around, his pale lips slightly raised, showing a playful smile, and said lightly: "Look, give you toads It's sour, if you have the ability, go get a big money."

The people who spoke so badly just now were all men, they were just jealous that Song Yuxing was good-looking and popular with girls in school, all of them were sour lemons.

Now that I have found an opportunity to add insult to injury, of course I will not let it go.

"You were the one who spoke the loudest just now, right?" Song Yuxing shifted his gaze to one of the boys with acne all over his face, and chuckled, "It's no wonder... just like you, you shine the boss' shoes He thinks you dirty his eyes, and it's normal to be envious."

"..." The surroundings were completely silent, and everyone was shocked. They didn't expect Song Yuxing, who looked so weak, to be so tough.

Only the acne-prone man was so angry that his face turned red and then pale, and the top of his head was almost smoking. Song Yuxing's words hit his sore spot precisely.

"You're fucking looking for death!" The acne man clenched his fists and slapped Song Yuxing's face viciously.

Not far away, a handsome man in a dark haute couture suit was walking towards this side. Just in time to see this scene, his expression froze, and he immediately quickened his pace, but stopped suddenly after two seconds.

He stared at the picture not far away, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his expression was a bit indescribable.

The young man with picturesque features copied his pockets with both hands, and nimbly turned his face to the side, the pimple boy's fist was empty.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the acne-prone man's arm, bent down and fell over his shoulder, directly throwing him onto the concrete school road.

A set of actions is clean and neat.

It is jaw-dropping.

The acne-prone man fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

Song Yuxing stepped forward Shiran, kicked the acne-poxed man twice, and smiled harmlessly at him.

"Don't appear in front of me next time, I'm disgusted when I see your face."

"you!"

"Why, don't you hurry up?"

The acne-prone man was ashamed and annoyed with anger, his unattractive face was distorted and almost deformed, and his neck was reddened, but looking at the young man's cold eyes, he felt apprehensive again. In the end, he could only get up from the ground in embarrassment.

"You wait for me!"

After putting down harsh words, he ran faster than anyone else.

"Brother Xing is mighty!"

As Brother Xing's number one fanboy, Han Ye applauded excitedly like a seal.

Brother Xing, you are my god.

Song Yuxing didn't care. He lowered his head and straightened his clothes that were not messy. He looked up at the quiet melon-eating crowd around him, and his clear and melodious voice was full of friendliness: "You guys, who else has something to say to me? Opinion?"

Everyone: "..."

How dare you have an opinion!

Everyone immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

The uncontrollable screams of the fans at the scene can also be heard.

"Ah—Xing Xing is so handsome, I'm going to change from a mother fan to a girlfriend fan!"

"I didn't expect that the little beauty who looked weak and unable to take care of herself could be so good at hitting..."

"He's so attractive, I love him so much!"

Song Yuxing: "..."

Mr. Lu not far away: "..."

This Nima is his little object who can't lift his shoulders, can't carry it with his hands, is weak and can't take care of himself?

At that time, he also encountered Song Yuxing being chased and beaten by others in school, and this kid was still hiding behind him, pretending to be very scared.

He understood now that even without him, those students at that time could still be beaten by Song Yuxing.

It's hidden deep enough!

At this moment, the girls who were discussing Song Yuxing just now found Mr. Lu who was standing there with a complicated expression.

"Hey, look, there's a handsome guy in a suit in front of you!"

"I'm so handsome, so handsome! It's like a domineering president in a novel!"

"I don't know which lucky girl can become his little wife..."

Then, they saw Boss Ba stepping out of the [-]-meter aura with long legs, and walking directly to Song Yuxing's side.

He walked to Song Yuxing's side.

Song Yuxing? !

"Songyu star."

The familiar magnetic voice rang in his ears, Song Yuxing paused, and looked sideways at the man who didn't know when he walked up to him.

He glanced at Lu Si from top to bottom. The other party was well-dressed, meticulous, dog-like, with deep eyebrows, and stern and arrogant features.

It changed from the tiredness and decadence in the bar three days ago, but it still looked a little thinner.

Song Yuxing suppressed the surprise in his eyes, raised his eyebrows calmly, "Hey, isn't this Mr. Lu, why are you here?"

"I want to talk to you." Lu Si stared straight at the handsome young man in front of him, without any superfluous expression on his face.

Song Yuxing: "President Lu really forgets things too much. As I said, the game between us is over."

The man's chin tightened, and he tried to use a calm voice to say: "That's what you think unilaterally, without my permission, and I won't allow it either."

The atmosphere suddenly became weird. Han Ye held his breath and silently backed away from this war without gunpowder smoke.

Song Yuxing let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity, Lu Si really thought he was the docile and obedient Song Yuxing, if he spoke more forcefully, he would be obedient?

From Song Yuxing's beautiful narrow eyes, Lu Si guessed what he was thinking in his heart. There was no careful liking, it was all playful and perverse.

This feeling is like a parent facing a child in the rebellious period of youth. He was obviously well-behaved and sensible one second, but suddenly became rebellious and disobedient the next second.

It made people's teeth itch with hatred, and they wished they could tie him up and whip him.

But fucking reluctant.

"If you don't want to..." Lu Si took half a step forward, lowered his head and approached the young man, his thin lips almost touched his ear, and lowered his voice: "You don't want the students around you to see me hug you and leave, do you? "

"Student Xiao Song, do you think you can beat me?"

There was a threatening tone in his tone.

In the eyes of others, the posture of the two is very ambiguous.

The breath of the man when he spoke was all over Song Yuxing's ears, making that fair skin slightly hot.

Of course, Young Master Song was itching with hatred.

His physical strength is not good, relying on his years of fighting experience, he can deal with that trashy acne guy just now, but he has to deal with the man in front of him...

On an indescribable night half a month ago, he experienced Lu Si's physical strength.

Song Yuxing rubbed her waist subconsciously, her exquisite eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and she smiled on the surface: "Okay, let's talk."

Lu Si saw his small movements in his eyes.

"Good boy." He put his hand on the young man's thin shoulders, pinched the soft earlobe by the way, and walked forward with his arms.

The few melon-eating people who were secretly hiding not far away to watch the excitement were stunned.

Ah - it turns out that this is not a romance novel, but crispy duck literature.

When Xing Xing was held in the arms of that tall, rich, handsome boss, she was too small and a sweet wife!

Good match! !

Song Yuxing: "..."

Well, it seems that this time the rumor that he got rich was confirmed.

Forget it, anyway, I have done what I should do and what I shouldn't do, it's better than being hugged in public, let's show it badly.

"I said my surname is Lu. Are you going to take me into an alley, cover me with a sack and beat me up?"

Lu Si: "...do you think I look like this kind of person?"

Song Yuxing: "Isn't it?"

"..." Lu Si tightened his arms and brought him into his arms, with a bit of gnashing of teeth in his tone: "Last time you called me big brother, this time I called my surname Lu, Song Yuxing, you are capable. .”

After a pause, he added abruptly, "Brother."

Song Yuxing: "?"

Mr. Lu repeated it in a good temper, saying word by word: "Call me brother."

Song Yuxing: "...don't call."

The cry of brother and brother before made his scalp numb.

Heh... Lu Si, this sullen bastard, used to be disgusted when he called his brother, but now he wants to hear it.

Sure enough, what you can't get is the best.

Song Yuxing smiled, her bright eyes were full of cunning, "Actually, I have many good brothers, and you, Mr. Lu, were one of them."

"Once upon a time," he emphasized.