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For Zhang Xiaoqiang, Jiang Yu hated Zhang Xiaoqiang from the bottom of his heart, without Li Cui's instigation, even he himself wished to beat this bastard up, even if he might not be able to beat him.

But he can't go.Before he beat Zhang Xiaoyong, he had to skip a grade, his grades plummeted, and he spent a lot of money on tutoring.Similarly, if Zhang Xiaoqiang was beaten up, if his mother found out, what would happen if he made trouble at school.He just wanted to spend these years of junior high school in peace and stability, and then passed the entrance examination to No. [-] middle school. He didn't want to have any interaction with these gangsters who didn't study.

But Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't let him go.

If you really want to beat someone, you need the right time and place. Jiang Yu usually stays in the classroom most of the time and rarely goes out, but the little bastard can't help but run to the door of their classroom to provoke him for a while, as if this can also bully him addiction.

In the third music class in the afternoon, I have to go to the music classroom.Jiang Yu asked the class monitor and teacher to ask for leave under the pretext of being uncomfortable, but actually stayed in the classroom to do homework.

After studying for so long, he finally caught up with the current progress.It's just that some knowledge points passed quickly and I was not proficient enough, so the tutor asked me to do more practice questions.When he understands all kinds of question types thoroughly, it will be almost done.So during this period of time, Jiang Yu put all his energy into doing the questions, hoping to finish the exercise booklet given by the teacher before the summer vacation, and did not want to continue to make up lessons during the holidays.

He was alone in the classroom, and it was very quiet. He immersed himself in the calculations, and there were piles of used draft paper at his hand.The ceiling fan above his head whirled with a slow, long creaking sound.

The music classroom is on the first floor of the building opposite, and the voice of the old piano is leading the students to sing in a chorus.I don't know which classroom is reading "Peach Blossom Spring" together.In the playground farther away, students in physical education class are shouting...

These voices couldn't reach Jiang Yu's ears at all, he just kept his head down and wrote quickly, and the ideas for solving the problems seemed to come to him at his fingertips.It's been a long time since he felt so smooth, and taking advantage of this feeling, he continued to do it without hesitation.

"You actually skipped class to do problems in the classroom..."

Jiang Yu was startled, turned around subconsciously, and met a pair of malicious eyes.

"...I love learning so much, what's so fun about doing the questions, Little Dog Jiang?"

Jiang Yu glanced at the classroom door, the back door was wide open, and Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in just like that.

He frowned tightly: "Who let you into our classroom?"

"I don't want to enter the classroom, what can you do?"

Jiang Yu watched as he walked around him, walked to the front desk, sat down on Feng Tingting's desk, raised his foot on her chair, and looked down at him.

"It's so cool here." Zhang Xiaoqiang lifted up his T-shirt and wiped the sweat off his face as he spoke.

They should be in physical education class, and Zhang Xiaoqiang ran away in the first half.At this time, the man's skin was sunburned black and red, the roots of his hair were soaked, and there were two stains of sweat on his temples, but the eyes looking at Jiang Yu were shining like light.

Jiang Yu had discovered this earlier, what he understood was the kind of excitement that this kind of person who doesn't have a brain and likes violence shows a certain kind of excitement when facing his violent object.

"Zhang Xiaoqiang, I haven't provoked you, and I don't want to have anything to do with you."

"Are you sure you didn't provoke me?"

"Your mother has already taken revenge on us about your brother, what else do you want?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang still had the skinless and shameless look of a rascal: "I want to hear you barking like a dog."

It was these words again, Jiang Yu had long understood that this kind of person was not someone to communicate with, so he simply ignored them and focused on the problem.

"It doesn't matter if you don't bark like a dog, you can hang out with me and be my subordinate. You don't need to beat people, but if I call you, you have to come here."

This kind of boring words, probably only a brainless person like Zhang Xiaoqiang, can say it so naturally.

Seeing Jiang Yu no longer responding, Zhang Xiaoqiang tried to provoke him again: "Xiaogou Jiang, whether you agree or not, you are my dog."

Jiang Yu didn't bother to refute and let him speak for himself.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pressed Jiang Yu's exercise book: "Can't you hear me?"

"Take your dirty hands away, don't think I'm really afraid of you." Jiang Yu raised his eyelids and stared fiercely, making Zhang Xiaoqiang startled.

Just when Jiang Yu thought he had no way out and was about to fight here today, Zhang Xiaoqiang really took his hand away, leaving only a few gray wet palm prints.

This disgusted Jiang Yu, he raised his hand and tore up the unfinished exercises on that page, and threw it into the trash can.

Seeing this coherent movement, Zhang Xiaoqiang was taken aback again.After a while, he said contemptuously, "As for what?"

That's what he said, but he didn't continue to provoke. Instead, he sat back at Feng Tingting's table and fanned himself with a random book.Those eyes were always glued to Jiang Yu's body, but the other party deliberately turned a blind eye to him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang tried to find something to chat with him.

"Do you know how your father died? He was beaten to death..."

Jiang Yu still lowered his head and gritted his teeth.It wasn't the first time he had heard these words, but every time they came out of someone else's mouth, it made people angry.

"...that the murderer is your mother's friend..."

Jiang Yu accidentally broke the core of the mechanical pencil in his hand.

"...But it's not necessarily true. My father said that the murderer was a child when he killed the man, so he can't get along with your mother."

Jiang Yu took a breath calmly, suppressed all the emotions in his heart, silently added a piece of refill, and continued to write the question.

"The murderer was not sentenced to death because he was a minor. He was only sentenced to ten years, and he is almost out now. Do you want to find him? I'll help you."

Find the murderer who killed his father. After that, he can't kill the murderer to take revenge.And he doesn't really believe in these people's nonsense. The one who knows the truth is his mother. His mother said before that his father did it on his own and deserves it.

And he absolutely did not believe that his mother would kill her with her lover.These are just like all rumors, as they spread, they become sensational.

Seeing that such an explosive topic failed to arouse Jiang Yu's curiosity or anger, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little frustrated and confused. Jiang Yu had always been the type he couldn't understand.

He couldn't continue talking, and he didn't want to leave, so he was bored sitting on someone's table, looking around.

He picked up a pen, which looked quite advanced, and tried to pull it out.The cap of the pen was a bit tight, and when he used brute force, the pen was split in two, and the ink in the pen was spilled in a semicircle like splashing water. Jiang Yu, who was directly opposite him, suffered a serious disaster.

Not only the table and books, but also the face and body were covered with dark blue ink.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was also taken aback, quickly dropped the pen, grabbed someone else's homework and wiped his hands a few times, a little panicked: "Oh, accidentally..."

Jiang Yu clenched his fists and stood up, as if he could see the burning flames in his staring eyes.

"...It's just a piece of clothing, I'll pay you at worst."

Jiang Yu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Can you afford it?"

Not only is it expensive, but Qi Nuliang bought it for him, and he is reluctant to wear it.I was also worried that Qi Nuliang would think that he would not like it if I didn't wear it, so I cherished it every time.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang also saw the LOGO on the right chest, and was a little surprised.However, the more guilty you are, the more stern you are: "Oh, it's terrible, wearing branded goods, your wild father is quite capable..."

Jiang Yu just looked at him with fiery eyes.

"... What does a few drops of ink matter. Who made you look like a woman, and wear fucking white clothes, seduce someone, you are exactly like your mother..."

It was too late to say that, Jiang Yu greeted Zhang Xiaoqiang's face with a fist, but was blocked by the boy.Following him, he pushed Jiang Yu, took advantage of the gap, and ran away.

Jiang Yu supported the table and managed to avoid being pushed down by Zhang Xiaoqiang, but his chest heaved due to excessive anger.

He looked at the front table that was messed up by that bastard, and a thought came to him spontaneously.

Feng Tingting's family is in good condition. She has a shiny pearl coin purse, and she often shows off to others that the shiny things on the wallet are real diamonds.Li Cui didn't believe it at all, and even scoffed at it, but when she objected, others said she was jealous of Feng Tingting.

He easily found the small wallet in Feng Tingting's schoolbag, opened it, and found that there were more than [-] yuan in it, which was already a "huge sum" for a junior high school student.

Jiang Yu took the wallet, wrapped it in a plastic bag, and took it to the men's bathroom.

The toilet in the school is a ditch, only made of stone bricks to form a half-person-high partition.At this time, there was no one in the toilet, so Jiang Yu stepped on the partition wall in the middle, and put the wallet on the window sill of the toilet, which was more than two meters high.

The school bell rang.

Jiang Yu took off his T-shirt, stood in front of the sink, and repeatedly rubbed the ink spots on his chest.The ink dots were blurred and faded with washing, but no matter how he washed, the faint imprint could not be washed off.

The class bell rang, Jiang Yu wrung out his clothes and put them back on his body, staring at himself in the mirror like a wet dog, his eyes were a little red.

On Friday, the last class is a class meeting.

Before he entered the classroom, he heard the noise in their class.

The classmates surrounded Feng Tingting, her desk was full of various things, and her empty schoolbag was thrown on the ground, while she was crying.

"Tingting, don't cry, Jiang Yu is back."

"Jiang Yu, you took Feng Tingting's wallet, return it quickly, or we will report it to the teacher."

"Wallet? What wallet?"

Feng Tingting stood in front of him at the same table with a grievance: "Why are you pretending to be stupid? Everyone in the music class is in the music classroom, but you are in the classroom by yourself. Tingting's wallet is gone, whoever took it if it wasn't yours?"

"I didn't take it. If you don't believe me, you can search it."

Jiang Yu spoke with confidence, and Li Cui chimed in: "I really don't think anyone cares."

"I'm not alone in the classroom. Zhang Xiaoqiang from the second grade also entered our classroom and sat on her desk for a long time. He also broke the pen."

Jiang Yuyi said that Feng Tingting's deskmate noticed that her pen had broken into two halves, and immediately cried out.

"He also made the ink on your books and on me. You can ask him about the wallet."

The author says:

I said that the little fish is not a good bird￣□￣｜｜