When Bai Yueguang was disheartened

This night's goal was not achieved after all, but Yin Zhen did not give up lightly.

During lunch that day, he pretended to ask Zhou Yuan casually, "Does your class still have evening self-study at night?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Yin Zhen deliberately asked for leave from the tutor who came to practice with him.

The teacher reminded him earnestly, "Zhenzhen, you are about to take an art test. Although there is no problem with your performance level, the more you get to such a juncture, the more you can't relax. And it's not just an art test, you'd better learn your culture. The grades in the class should be improved, so that nothing will go wrong."

Yin Zhen lied, saying that he had something to do today, but in fact he was squatting at the school gate to guard Zhou Yuan.

His guess was correct, Zhou Yuan did not attend the so-called evening self-study.

He didn't go home either, but changed his school uniform and rode his bicycle to Bar Street.

bar?Why did Zhou Yuan come to the bar?

Yin Zhen followed him with a strange mood, but was unfortunately stopped by the security guard at the door.

"Students are not allowed to enter." Fang said righteously.

Yin Zhen took off his school uniform and handed over his ID card, "I'm an adult."

When the other party took over the inspection, Yin Zhen fully displayed the arrogance and aura of the rich second generation to the fullest. He glanced at the security guard and said with disdain: "Why? Don't you want to make money if you have money?"

After finishing speaking, he opened his wallet and took a few hundred yuan bills and stuffed them in, "Why don't you ask your manager to come out and ask if I can come in?"

The security guard took the money and looked Yin Zhen over again.

He is indeed a stupid rich second generation, and the sneakers he wears on his bare feet are all limited editions of the brand.

The security guard put the money in the bag, completely changed his face, and handed back Yin Zhen's ID card respectfully, "It's a misunderstanding, don't be angry, please come in."

Yin Zhen snorted coldly, grabbed his ID card, and walked in.

In fact, he has never been to a bar, but he is just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

The door of the bar looked ordinary, but after entering it, there was something special about it. The deafening music made his head hurt.

Not only this floor, but also stairs leading upstairs and downstairs.

There was no sign of Zhou Yuan on the huge first floor, so Yin Zhen walked upstairs, but he didn't see Zhou Yuan after searching around, but there were quite a few men and women who came to invite Yin Zhen to drink and strike up a conversation.

Yin Zhen frowned, convinced that he was right, that Zhou Yuan had indeed come in.

Just as he was about to leave aimlessly, he saw two people walking downstairs.

Yin Zhen followed, but the other party stopped him again seeing that he was a stranger.

After living for more than 18 years, it was the first time that Young Master Yin expressed his unprecedented agreement with the saying "money can turn ghosts".

I thought it was just an ordinary basement, but I didn't expect to hide an underground boxing ring.

Coming here, Yin Zhen already had a very bad premonition.

Zhou Yuan has practiced boxing for many years, and he came here either to gamble or fight black boxing.

Sure enough, after two rounds, the host excitedly announced amidst the intense music, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's give our store the most heavy applause—heavyweight players."

"Yes, that's right, it's Sir Zhou who we call the cold-faced noble son!!!"

"The man who will face him tonight is"

Amidst the noisy jumping, Yin Zhen froze in place.

Zhou Yuan on the stage was bare-chested, his muscular muscles were unobstructed. Standing beside him were two hot dancers in revealing clothes, who were swaying to the music. They stared straight at Zhou Yuan with ambiguous eyes, intentionally or unintentionally. Arms and chest were attached to Zhou Yuan's body.

Smoke, alcohol, perfume

It turned out to be the case.

Yin Zhen stood there at a loss, looking at Zhou Yuan on the stage.

As for Zhou Yuan, the moment he took the stage, he saw Yin Zhen in the crowd.

It is said that in the vast sea of ​​people, you can always see the people you value at a glance. This sentence is true.

Zhou Yuan was stunned for a moment, and soon he looked away as if he didn't see Yin Zhen.

This fight was the fastest he had ended here for so long, straight to the point, without technique at all, knocking his opponent down with brute force and strength.

Of course, Zhou Yuan's face was also colored, but he didn't care, he only had the excitement and refreshment of venting in his heart.

At the end of a game, he entered the waiting room without looking back.

And Yin Zhen was still standing there, listening to the cheers of the people around him, listening to others discussing and praising this young and promising young boxing king.

Just when he didn't know how to deal with himself, a waiter found him and told him, "Master Yinzhen, is that right? Our boxer invites you to the lounge."

Yin Zhen mechanically followed him through the crowd to the lounge.

Zhou Yuan is accepting the

People rubbed the medicine, and when Yin Zhen came in, he didn't stop, and he didn't even say a word to Yin Zhen.

This embarrassing time lasted for nearly 10 minutes.

Yin Zhen stood there stupidly and spent the longest 10 minutes of his life.

Time seemed to stand still, as if a century had passed.

After the man finished treating Zhou Yuan's injury and left, only Zhou Yuan and Yin Zhen were left in the lounge.

Zhou Yuan lit a cigarette, sat on the leather chair, proficiently protruded a puff of white smoke, and said slowly in the rising smoke, "Why are you here?"

Yin Zhen clenched his fist slightly, controlled his emotions, and asked without answering, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Yuan looked at him indifferently, "Lack of money."

Yin Zhen didn't seem to think about it and said: "My dad obviously gave you money, isn't that money enough to spend? Why do you have to come here, and if you are short of money, why don't you want to tell me, I can"

"What can you do?!" Yin Jianfeng's name completely angered Zhou Yuan, and he yelled at Yin Zhen.

He stood up and came to Yin Zhen in two or three steps.

Zhou Yuan had a tyrannical and indifferent aura that Yin Zhen had never seen before, and his fear made him retreat subconsciously.

Zhou Yuan blocked him in a corner, and Yin Zhen was terrified by the pressure around him. He stared up at the shirtless man with wide eyes.

It was the first time that Yin Zhen discovered that there was such a big difference in height and body shape between him and Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan took a sip of the cigarette, knowing that Yin Zhen hated the smell of smoke, but deliberately spit white smoke on Yin Zhen's face viciously, raised his sword eyebrows, and asked jokingly, "Young Master Yin is really out of this world."

He grabbed Yin Zhen's wrist, lifted Yin Zhen's sleeve to reveal the wrist watch he was wearing, and said sarcastically, "Do you know how much this watch you are wearing? Do you really think that the little money given by the family Can I afford it for you?"

Zhou Yuan touched Yin Zhen's feet again, "And these shoes, where do you think I got the money to buy them?"

"Yin Zhen," Zhou Yuan clamped his hands, and said coldly, "Thanks to you, I started boxing three years ago."