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Chapter 8 Dispute
When Song Zihe was leaving school, he saw a new basketball in the basket of his car, and he knew who put it in without guessing, and he felt annoyed for a while.

Originally, after what he said to Wen Xin'ai yesterday, he was still a little worried about whether he had said too much, but now he only felt that the girl was too obsessive.

He glanced at the teaching school where Gao Yi was located, wondering if Wen Xin'ai had left after school, and walked towards the teaching building with the ball in his arms.

He didn't know what class Wen Xin'ai was in, but he didn't see anyone on the whole floor, so he thought he might have gone home.

He had no choice but to go home with the basketball, feeling really bored in his heart, so he didn't have a good face, even when the uncle at the gate greeted him, he just responded in a low voice and left the school gate.

There were a lot of food stalls and small jewelry stalls outside, and each stall was surrounded by students after school. He took a few glances, but he didn't see Wen Xin'ai. In the middle, I was about to leave when I felt that the rack on the back seat of the bicycle was being pulled.

He turned around in a daze, and saw a boy with hair dyed silver, followed by two boys about his age, both wearing the uniforms of the nearby Zhiheng Technical School, with unfriendly expressions on their faces.

Zhiheng Technical School is well-known as a place where delinquent teenagers come out, there are frequent fights, although it is very close to the No. Of course he knew the reason, because he recognized that the silver-haired boy was the one who entangled Wenxin last time.

"Song Zihe." The boy called out his name accurately.

Song Zihe didn't know how he knew his name, so he said in a calm voice, "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? What do you think?" The silver-haired boy was holding a basketball in his hand, and he was spinning it on his fingertips, unexpectedly very proficiently. Song Zihe recognized that it was his own basketball, and only listened to the silver-haired boy. He said slowly, "Original No. [-] Middle School of your city has nothing to do with our Zhiheng. You really shouldn't force yourself to ruin my affairs. Why, Wen Xin'ai is your wife?"

What kind of horse is not horse, Song Zihe has only heard such words in gangster movies, but now hearing this boy say it, he just feels like he is serious.

"I just knew her."

"Just getting to know each other, don't mind your own business." The silver-haired boy grabbed the basketball with one hand, slapped it hard on Song Zihe's chest, and then resisted, "Otherwise, be careful, I'll kill you." Song Zihe was very close, and the threat could not be more obvious.

Song Zihe took the basketball silently. If he could, he didn't want to meddle in Wen's beloved business, but at this time the silver-haired boy's words made him feel very uncomfortable.

kill me?It seems that I really watched too many gangster movies.

He didn't feel scared, on the contrary he just found it ridiculous.

"She's a good girl, she's not the same kind as you, you'd better not hurt her." Even though he didn't like Wen Xin'ai, but because he knew each other, and because the boy's words made him uncomfortable, so he was neither soft nor hard replied.

The silver-haired boy smiled lightly, brushing his face like an autumn breeze, but suddenly his face became serious for a moment, and the cruelty was concentrated in his eyes in a blink of an eye, and he gave the two boys behind him a wink. He had already kicked Song Zihe's bicycle.

It was just a half-new bicycle. It was bought by Song Zihe in the first year of junior high school. He has been riding it until now. Step on hard against the tire.

There was commotion around, and all the students in front of the stall coaxed them over, but when they saw that it was someone from Zhiheng Technical School, no one dared to speak and just watched.

In the basket, Wen Xinai's newly bought basketball rolled to one side, and the tires were trampled and deformed. No matter how good-tempered Song Zihe is, he is still a young man with full blood, and it is impossible for him to be bullied. He raised his hand and picked up one of the boys. collar, and push it to the other.

The silver-haired boy wanted you to make a move. Seeing that Song Zihe really made a move, he raised his mouth and punched Song Zihe with his fist. At the same time, the other two boys also rushed forward.

Three hit one, Song Zihe was not an opponent at all, soon his face was stained, and his clothes were torn. Except for the silver-haired boy, the other two boys also received a few punches, and everyone refused to give in. , into a ball.

Wen Xinai was going to take out the trash, but when she came back, she found that the girl who was on duty with her today had already left and locked the door of the classroom, with her schoolbag still inside, including her mobile phone, wallet and The transportation card for going home was all inside, but she couldn't get in.

The teacher was already off work, so she had to go to the guard room and ask the uncle on duty to help open the door. Before she could speak to the uncle, a girl hurried up: "Uncle guard, outside the door, there are three boys from other schools. Those who beat our school, go quickly, or they will die."

The uncle ran out in a hurry.

Because she has always been bullied, Wen Xinai got tired of watching the fights, so she had to wait in the guard room. After a while, the guard uncle helped a boy in. The boy's face was covered with blood, and his clothes were torn. The one who stumbled while walking was helped to sit in the guard room.

"Those three little bunnies, they beat someone and ran away when they saw me. Don't get caught by me next time, Zihe, are you okay?" The uncle doorman and Song Zihe's father had worked together before, so they were regarded as know.

Song Zihe wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, took a light breath in pain, but still shook his head.

Only then did Wen Xinai know that the man was Song Zihe, and she looked at him in disbelief. How could he fight?
"Uncle, please give me the key to Class One (2) of Senior High, I'm locked out." Wen Xinai took out her student ID card to the guard, urging anxiously.

Song Zihe next to her was stunned when he heard her voice, then looked at her without even looking at himself, and ran away with the key.

For a moment, he became annoyed for no reason.

Wen Xin'ai took her schoolbag and ran back like flying, and saw that Song Zihe was no longer there.

"Uncle, what about others?" Her slender voice was broken by running.

The uncle doorman looked at her flushed face and said: "Let's go, I wanted to call his home, but he refused to let me say nothing, so I left, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Xin'ai had already run out with her schoolbag in her arms.

The road next to the school went all the way to the end, but Song Zihe was not seen. Wen Xinai looked around blankly with her schoolbag in her arms. No matter how fast she walked, it was impossible for her to disappear so quickly. Where did she go?

She just wanted to go back to the classroom to get her schoolbag quickly, because there were sterilized cotton balls and Band-Aids in the schoolbag that she always carried with her.

She thought of Song Zihe, whose face was covered in blood just now, and subconsciously wrapped her schoolbag tightly. She became dejected again, and slowly walked towards the subway.

When passing by that basketball court, she habitually looked up to look under the basketball hoop over there, and then saw a person sitting on the ground with his back to her, she couldn't help but take a few steps forward, it was Song Zihe.

Song Zihe didn't want to just go home like this. This appearance must scare the family. He cleaned himself up in the public toilet next to the subway, and then sat under the basketball hoop. Pain mercilessly.

Really, a little inexplicably, he propped his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.

He clearly didn't like that person, but he was beaten for her inexplicably, and that person ran away without even looking at him in the end.

Asking for trouble, he sighed self-deprecatingly.

He simply lay down, but just in time to see Wen Xinai who was holding his schoolbag and panting behind him.

He sat up again "huh", the anger in his heart inexplicably intensified after seeing her, picked up his schoolbag, stood up and was about to leave.

Wen Xinai kept silent and followed behind him. The two walked for a while, and he turned back a little angrily: "Why are you following me?" The wound that was pulled to the corner of his mouth when he spoke was a stinging pain.

He covered it with his hand, and found that there was still blood on his hand, and it turned out that the wound did not stop the bleeding at all.

"I have sterilized cotton balls and band-aids." Wen Xinai took out band-aids and alcohol cotton from the side pocket of her schoolbag and handed them to him.

He frowned, ignored it, and wanted to leave again.

She grabbed his sleeve: "You will get infected like this," she saw that his elbow was also injured while speaking, "Why did you fight with someone?" She really didn't understand, people like Song Zihe How could she fight with others, but she didn't know that what happened today was caused by her.

He took a deep breath and turned around: "My business has nothing to do with you, you'd better go home quickly."

Wen Xinai grabbed his sleeve even tighter.

The anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time finally broke out. He shook off Wen Xinai's hand and said, "Are you finished? Go back to your home. In the future, your affairs and your people should not have anything to do with me."

This kind of anger is actually irritating. Kanwen Xinai stood there in a little panic, and the outburst of anger stagnated, knowing that he shouldn't yell at him like this, and he had never yelled at anyone like this before, but Not wanting to apologize to Wen Xin'ai, she turned and left without even looking at him.

Wen Xin liked to watch him walk away, holding the sterilized cotton balls and band-aids in her hands. She lowered her head and kicked the ground with her feet, again and again, until she felt pain, and then she sat down on the ground like Song Zihe just now.

He hates himself so much, why is he always annoying, classmates, teachers, even parents don't pay much attention to her, she raised her head, tears rolled down her eyes silently, she really wanted to leave this place without any care .

She hugged her legs with her hands, buried her head between them, and started to cry.

(End of this chapter)