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After such a week of psychological struggle, Zhong Congyu decided on one thing - he wanted to buy Gu Chi's house, even if he went to college or graduated, he could still come here regularly live for a while.

It's weird, isn't it?

But when it will be realized is another story.

In a blink of an eye it was the appointed Sunday.

Zhong Congyu's anticipation for this day was obviously more excited than Gu Chi's. Early in the morning, he stood in front of the door and prepared to take pictures.

In fact, he still thought about the time issue, such as whether it was too early, whether Gu Chi hadn't woken up yet, whether their appointment time was not in the morning.

"But I haven't been in a group fight, how would I know? I shouldn't know, and those who don't know are innocent, and he can't blame me." Zhong Congyu found a reason in the blink of an eye, and fell down without hesitation. hand.

bang bang bang-

"Damn it! It's the weekend! Is your brain flooded?!"

Gu Chi's cursing came from the room as expected, with a bit of a sleepy tone, not as lethal as usual, but it did not reduce his emotional and angry expression at all, "Do you believe it or not?" Will you remove the door panel of your house tomorrow?"

Zhong Congyu felt that there was something wrong with this sentence: "But isn't the door panel of my house the same as your door panel?"

Gu Chi: "..."

It seems to make sense.

He was right. After living for more than ten years, only Zhong Congyu could beat Gu Chi to the corner of the wall with a single sentence, but he couldn't spit out a mouthful of blood for a long time. It felt like a hard fist hit soft cotton, so I was really worried.

Gu Chi sandwiched his head between the pillow and the sheet: "Master Zhong, please, I beg you, let me sleep a little longer."

Zhong Congyu: "Aren't you in a hurry to fight?"

"We fight at six o'clock in the evening, not six o'clock in the morning! Bad students also need enough sleep!"

This sentence turned around in Zhong Congyu's head. Although he didn't want to admit it, he thought it made sense: "Okay, then I'll call you later."

Gu Chi thought that his ears were finally cleared up, and just turned over, wrapped the quilt and closed his eyes, when he heard the mobile phone left aside suddenly ringing, no different from a reminder.

Gu Jianyu?

Why is dad calling at this time?

After returning to his room, Zhong Congyu felt a little nothing to do for the first time in his life.

How do you usually get past those weekends?

Before coming here, his days were filled with various supplementary lessons, competitions and interest classes. When he finally got some free time, he would only run into the study and get into the stack of books. Although these things are not his hobbies, they can be used to kill time. not bad.

The rhythm of life in a big city is running at an unimaginable speed. No matter how late you go to bed or how early you wake up, you will always see vehicles and pedestrians rushing to reincarnate on the main road.

But it's different here.

The boundaries between weekdays and weekends are particularly clear, day and night are also well-discriminated, and the label "Suiyuan" is everywhere, which roughly means: Don't expect you to give me two extra dollars, I will open a store for you half a year earlier Hour.

It does have a lot of personality.

Zhong Congyu packed his things, backpack, homework, keys, mobile phone, money.Prepare to stroll around and enjoy the scenery.

I didn't know many people along the way, and I naturally avoided greetings and fake greetings. This way, it was clean and the place was not big. It belonged to a small suburb that could be seen all over in three or four hours.

His final foothold is in a coffee shop, not Papa Xing, but an original store created by the boss himself. The name is from a small language of an unknown country, and he can’t pronounce it. The grammar is probably wrong, and the style is too strong. , it looks stupid, the taste is not good, but there are few people, it is clean, the price is not expensive, and it is good for homework.

After a while, I did a few test papers, and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Just as Zhong Congyu stuffed the books from the table back into his schoolbag, he heard a familiar voice echo through the entire store.

"Father!!!"

Yi Qier came here to work when he was free, to earn some pocket money to buy sneakers and ice cream. At this time, he had just changed his lunch shift, and he found this majesty the god of learning who had an aura that didn't fit in with the surroundings.

Yi Qier: "Father, you didn't go on tour with Lord Nine Thousand Years old today?"

Nine thousand years old refers to Gu Chi, and the two of them have been sticking together every day since that time - Zhong Congyu has been sticking to each other unilaterally.Suddenly seeing a person acting alone, according to the three major inertias of ordinary human beings, he must talk a lot and gossip.

Zhong Congyu: "He is sleeping."

"Ah?" Yi Qier was puzzled, "It's past two o'clock in the afternoon, still sleeping? Why did you go last night?"

Zhong Congyu has the habit of thinking carefully about other people's questions. Although the answer will be settled separately, but such a question was thrown out, and he recalled the incident last night when he helped Shou and Gu Chi to carry things to Little Red Riding Hood's house. He actually answered solemnly:

"Take the kids."

Yi Qier: "...you are probably joking with my son."

"Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for him to be sleeping. I saw him wandering outside on the way to work just now, and he still had that stinky and fierce look on his face. His direction seemed to be the back mountain." Yi Qier Standing in front of the cash register, he said without shame, "Acquaintances can get a [-]% discount, remember to keep it secret and don't tell it."

Zhong Congyu gave the money hand a pause: "Houshan?"

"Yeah." Yi Qier was dumbfounded, didn't see any clues, and continued to say in a loud voice, "People like them run to the back of the mountain twice in three days, no one cares there, it's a robbery Good place."

"I guess it's time to fight again, boys like to play that kind of thing..."

"How to get to the back mountain?!"

When Zhong Congyu said this, his whole body was in a state of excitement, and his slender eyes opened wide, which startled Yi Qier.

His usual personality is like a wooden fish, he looks quite detached from the mundane world, but he can make a deafening sound when he hits it with the right tool.

As for?

Is this to catch/rape?

Yi Qier tremblingly pointed at the door: "Take a taxi, it's not far, but the location is hard to describe."

"Yeah." Zhong Congyu threw down the money and ran away.

Three hours ago, Zhong Congyu thought this clean town was good, but his mood will change with the fortune, and now he regrets it.

There are too few people, so there are definitely not too many vehicles. It is too difficult to get a taxi, and many drivers in that place refuse to take them—because the distance is short, they can’t make much money, and the return journey basically cannot attract customers, and the profit is high. Cutting off half of it is a loss-making business that no one is willing to do.

Zhong Congyu is a stunned young man with better grades. He stepped into an impulse that he has never encountered a few times in his life. His IQ and EQ immediately increased in an inverse proportional function, and he did things directly without realizing it.

He simply stopped a car and said to others: "Three times the price, take me to the foot of the back mountain."

The driver was of course very happy, and quickly asked if he needed a return booking.

At this moment, he was like a child who lost his parents and ran around, his heart was in a mess and he had no place to settle down. While wondering why Gu Chi went quietly behind his back, he fiercely scolded this person in his heart. Scum, heaven and earth will not tolerate it.

The driver smiled and asked, "Classmate, is there something urgent for you? Girlfriend ran away?"

Zhong Congyu: "If someone fights, don't call me."

The driver thought the reason sounded strange, he was taken aback, and said, "Uh, maybe, probably, maybe, it should be because he doesn't want you to be beaten?"

As soon as the words came out, the fire that was still full of enthusiasm in front of Zhong Congyu was extinguished with a "crash".

if it is real……

He thought, if it was true, then what was Gu Chi's purpose for doing this?

This question lingered in his head for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he had already reached his destination.

The road section is rough from the foot of the mountain, and it looks like a field battle. From a long distance, you can hear a group of people walking, unclean swearing, and the smell of smoke, alcohol, talking and laughing—they don’t It will care about forest fire warnings, as long as nothing happens, it will not stop.

Zhong Congyu saw Gu Chi's group at a glance.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon.

He thought about the time. Gu Chi told himself that the appointment time for a fight was at six o'clock in the evening. If he really went to gather at this time honestly, he would probably only see the remaining mess and a few people who were beaten up. If you are a crippled loser, you will not be able to participate in any storms.

Oh, well calculated.

Zhong Congyu hesitated for a moment, didn't go out, and didn't send a message to Gu Chi saying that when I got here, I planned to hide behind and watch it, and then show up when necessary-after all, it doesn't make sense to say it, and others don't want to see yourself.

Gu Chi walked in the front. He wore school uniforms most of the time at school. At home, he just exchanged two or three sets of pure white short-sleeved and pajamas, which was nothing new. But now, with a black jacket hanging on his body, The proportions of the lines are drawn just right, making the legs appear to be very long...

Kind of handsome.

Well it's handsome.

A very brutal handsome!

So handsome, so cool, he is a god!

Wang Dachuan patted Gu Chi on the shoulder: "They are here, and the one in the middle is the brother Long I just mentioned, the boss behind the little sister."

"Yeah." Gu Chi answered with a frown, looked around, "Go on."

As long as they are locals, they are familiar with the back mountain. It didn't take long for the two groups of people to meet in the open space halfway up the mountain.

"Hello, kids on the opposite side!" Brother Long, who has dyed his hair in various colors and is full of gold necklaces, rings, and earrings, opened his hands and said in a way that elementary school students embrace nature, "Get ready to have fun and suffer death." Is it a game?"

"Idiot?"

"Just discharged from the hospital?"

"I got the wrong guy?"

It was so embarrassing to whisper, even Zhong Congyu pinched the bridge of his nose speechlessly.

Wang Dachuan: "Okay, okay, Brother Dalong, it's already three o'clock, let's hurry up and start as we said before, everyone still has their own business, so finish early and clean up early."

Brother Long clapped his hands: "Very good! Refreshing! I admire straightforward young people!"

All staff: "..."

Gu Chi took a step forward, and he took off the jacket and handed it to Wang Dachuan, revealing his broad shoulders and slender waist, and the boys behind him all stepped up and patted Gu Chi on the shoulder one by one.

The people who passed twice gradually retreated to the side.

One of them raised his hand, and it was an order to start running as he watched the gesture and was about to drop it later.

What are you doing?

Before this question completely popped out of his head, Gu Chi flew out like an arrow in a blink of an eye. I took a dead stick from the messy pile of trees.

And the colorful big dragon brother actually smiled when he saw him rushing towards him.

Seeing this, Zhong Congyu suddenly realized that something was wrong—the group fights that Gu Chi and the others were talking about might be different from ordinary group fights.