After dumping the school bully twice

In view of the evil young man named Qin Xiao leaving like a gust of wind, Song Shu put away his cowardly look and walked out from the corner.

"Hello... get up quickly, the ground is cold..." Song Shu walked up to Pei Sisi, stretched out his left hand to support the poor woman.

But the other party seemed to be immersed in grief. When he got up, he didn't bother him, but sobbed while counting the banknotes in his hand.

Song Shu was quite speechless, looked at the takeaway in his hand again, and chose to deliver the takeaway first.

By the time he finished delivering the food and returned to the corridor, the crying beautiful sister was no longer in sight.

This little episode left Song Shu with a dull mood. After all, he felt that even the bastard men in his hometown would occasionally do outrageous things, but it was rare for them to treat people as human beings.

Perhaps, this is the society that adults talk about. The country boy who is less than [-] years old rushes back to the store while thinking.

In the head of limited experience, he sighed seriously, it's nice to have money.

"Song Shu!" The eldest sister's words interrupted Song Shu's wild thoughts.

"Hey, here we come." Song Shu's whole afternoon was taken up by piles of takeaways like hills.

After delivering for a day, he realized that delivering food was harder than distributing leaflets. However, that idle job could no longer be found, so he could only keep delivering food.

"..."

"Is Xiao Shu so tired today?" Song Li and his wife were surprised to find that their cousin came back today, looking like he was tortured.

"Ah." Song Shu dragged her limp legs and said, "I'm going to bed first, and I'll take a shower tomorrow morning."

Song Li and Wang Xue held back their laughter in disbelief: "Can you bear it?"

"..." Sure enough, Song Shu lay down feeling uncomfortable, and after a while, he got up and looked for water to take a bath.

Then I felt a lot better physically, and at the same time my mind was clearer, and I played mobile games for a while before going to bed.

Song Shu can be regarded as a backward person. In today's society where junior high school students generally have mobile phones, he didn't buy his first mobile phone until he came out to work during the summer vacation of his sophomore year.

But it's not because the family is really poor and can't afford a mobile phone worth a few hundred dollars, it's simply because he doesn't like to touch electronic products.

I only like reading paper books, writing big characters, and playing bamboo flutes.

Just like a simple young man living in a backward village.

Of course, he can do what he wants to read, and he can do what he wants to deliver food. One side is ideal, and the other is life. There is no conflict.

Fortunately, this uncomfortable tiredness gradually disappeared after a few days.

These few days, specifically four days, the fourth day of delivery in Beijing, ushered in an unexpected turning point for Song Shu.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, it will soon be the peak time for food delivery.

The person in charge of receiving the order received an order, glanced at the note, and said dumbfoundingly: "You guys, is there anyone who can play mahjong?"

These days, the variety of customer requests is astonishing.

He looked around, only a white and clean little brother raised his hand, but this one is still a student, not a veteran of dealing with guests: "Is there anyone else besides Song Shu?"

However, except for Song Shu, the rest looked at each other in blank dismay.

"I'll go see it off." Song Shu volunteered.

This is the only way to do it when no one takes over.

In the small shop in their village, there are people playing mahjong almost every day and night.

Song Shu has seen it since he was a child, and even if he watched it, he could see it.

At the same time, I thought that there should be no one who can't do such a simple entertainment project, right?

In the end, um, it turns out that playing mahjong is also a specialty...

The smart little brother Song guessed the dilemma of missing one of three customers without any effort. Perhaps, ordering takeaway is only second, and calling card players is the real thing.

Song Shu finished delivering the takeaways along the way, leaving three missing customers to deliver last.

Walking into the high-end residential area where he set foot for the first time, it is said that the housing price here has risen to 20 square meters. He couldn't help but look around in disbelief to see how the 20-square-meter community was different.

"..."

The result is of course dazzled and overwhelmed.

Song Shu quickly put away her curiosity and went straight to the customer's address.

"The takeaway is finally here?" An impatient voice came into Song Shu's ears as the heavy and imposing door opened.

This big, naughty boy with grandma's gray on his head is called Cai Yang.

"Sorry, I was delayed on the road." Song Shu delivered the takeaway with both hands, with a very good temper, and asked in a very soft tone: "Are you still missing one?"

Cai Yang was taken aback: "Hey, how do you know?"

Song Shu continued to laugh, pointing to the takeaway list: "You have a note."

Cai Yang was even more stunned, with rare dull eyes, turned around Song Shu several times, and muttered with a funny look: "Fuck, so the legend is true..."

"Huh?" Song Shu looked at him.

"It's okay, come in." Cai Yang said, "What's your name? How old are you? Can you play mahjong?"

"Well, my name is Song Shu, I'm 17 years old, and I know how to play mahjong." Song Shu answered each one in a good-tempered manner, with such a bookish air that one wondered if he really knew how to play mahjong.

But he didn't go in, but said awkwardly: "You really want me to stay and play mahjong? But I still have a job."

"How much is it a day?" Cai Yang didn't expect the delivery guy to surprise him, so he just typed in the note casually, but a little brother with red lips and white teeth came, and he seemed to be a knowledgeable and interesting person.

He doesn't hate it.

"..." Song Shu weighed it in his heart, and honestly said: "One hundred and five." But he added: "I am a temporary worker, if I miss work today, I am afraid I will be fired by the boss."

One hundred and fifty? ?

Young Master Cai, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, raised his eyebrows: "You are only 17 years old, should you be a summer job?" The two-month salary is less than 1 yuan, and he promised without blinking: "Come in and accompany me." We play mahjong, if you lose, it's mine, if you win, it's yours."

"Ah?" Song Shu blinked, is there such a good thing?

"If your boss fires you, you come to play mahjong every day, and I'll pay you." Cai Yang said indifferently.

This deal is really a bargain, not a loss.

Song Shu had just stepped into the society, and it was the first time he met rich people. Seeing that they were his peers, he didn't even consider the risk of being blackmailed by the other party, so he nodded and walked in.

Good-looking, good-natured, and good-natured, Cai Yang smacked his mouth behind his back.

"Is the takeaway here?" Sun Yining, Cai Yang's friend, obviously heard the movement at the door in the living room, but he didn't see Cai Yang's force to bring the takeaway in. He stretched his head angrily, ready to get mad: "You...who are you? ?" But he saw Song Shu.

"The poker player I called is Song Shu." Cai Yang said, "Here, I won't kill you."

"..." Sun Yining looked at Song Shu while picking up the takeaway, with a reserved and polite smile on his face.

And Song Shu didn't know that the other party was examining him, and he didn't have time to pay attention, because standing in the living room now, he felt as if he was struck by lightning.

That... the handsome young man who was sitting on the sofa and tossing the remote controller boredly, even turned into ashes, Song Shu recognized him, isn't he the scum who beat people and forced his partner to have an abortion a few days ago...

It's true that we don't meet each other anywhere in life, and we met three times in a week.

However, Song Shu's eyes moved to the plastered left leg of the opponent, and he thought happily that he would always have to pay it back when he came out to hang out.

Maybe because he stared at Zha Zha for too long, the unexpectedly good-looking Zha Zha turned his head slightly, and his dark and indifferent eyes met Song Shu unexpectedly.

After seeing Song Shu, Qin Xiao was stunned for a moment, then raised his thick and beautiful sword eyebrows high and continued to look at him.

Before Qin Xiao got angry, Sun Yining interjected: "Qin Xiao, he is delivering food, he will leave immediately."

"Hey, Old Sun..." Cai Yang couldn't hold back anymore, this is the poker friend he found with great difficulty, why should Sun Yining drive him away.

"You can shut up." Sun Yining was clear, no matter how boring he was, it would not do to bring a stranger in, and if Qin Xiao got angry, it would not be a joke.

Sun Yining took out a few brand new tickets, handed them to the delivery boy and urged, "Here, go back."

Song Shu stared at the money, hesitating whether to accept it or not.

"Aren't you here to play cards?" Qin Xiao's words suddenly sounded in the room, interrupting Song Shu's actions: "Then why are you still standing there? Clear the table quickly.

The three people in the room were stunned, then Cai Yang grinned and kicked the stunned Sun Yining: "Did you hear that, go clean it up.

By the way, he also took away the money from Sun Yining, plus the little one thousand he took out of his wallet, and gave it to the takeaway boy who wandered outside the sky: "Hey, take it, I hope you have better luck, don't ask me to pay for support you."

"Okay, thank you." Song Shu regained consciousness, pursed her lips and asked, "The four of us... fight?"

"What?" Cai Yang looked strange: "Otherwise?" There are only four of them in this room, if there is a fifth one, what about Song Shu?

"Well, it's okay..." Song Shu shut up and didn't speak.

In fact, he was a little scared. If he couldn't fight well in a while, who would lift the table and beat himself up?

And what, playing mahjong with the bullying bully, I can't get over the barrier in my heart...

But he glanced at the money in his hand, and Cai Yang's words, "If you lose, it's mine, if you win, it's yours" especially attracted him.

This is a bit confusing.

After a while, Sun Yining, who was a head taller than Song Shu, quickly prepared the mahjong machine in the 'chess room'.

He and Cai Yang worked together to help Qin Xiao, who had limited legs and feet, go in.

The pain in his leg made Qin Xiao frown.

Cai Yang knew that he was in a bad mood recently, so he asked cautiously: "Qin Xiao, can I let Song Shu sit at your house?"

Qin Xiao glanced at the cautious young man standing beside him, unexpectedly easy to talk: "Anything is fine."

"Then Song Shu, sit here." Cai Yang pointed to a seat and arranged for it.

Song Shu twisted his emotions, glanced at the scumbag's family, and then at Cai Yang who was winking at him, not quite understanding what the other party meant: "..."

Cai Yang rolled his eyes with hatred: "Sit down, sit down, play hard for a while, don't play cards randomly."

The people in the room couldn't help but glance at Song Shu when they heard the words, only to see this strange takeaway boy with his mouth slightly open, as if he understood what he meant.

Qin Xiao has always hated being flattered when playing poker, and his face was visibly pulled down when he heard this.

Before the card was played, he began to feel bored.

Song Shu, who had never played mahjong before, sat down. When the dealer called him, he calmly counted the cards and took the cards. He performed a set of moves in a calm and smooth manner. No one could see that he was a bluff. The newness of people.

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