My bamboo horse can destroy the world

Song Lin looked angrily at Fa Xiao who was lying on the ground in the shape of a dead fish, and then glanced back at the shadow of the girl standing in the rain, because the rain was so heavy that he couldn't see who it was.

"What the hell are you looking at? Get out, and I'll beat you up regardless of whether you're a woman or not!" Song Lin's angry roar obviously made the girl shiver, turned around and ran away.

Song Lin glanced at the girl holding the little red umbrella. For some reason, she always felt a little familiar.

But now his full attention should be on this guy who gave him a headache, Song Lin bent down and grabbed Qu Yuanhan's collar and slipped it up.

"Tell me, do you know what's wrong?" Song Lin did indeed exert his strength just now, but because of the upset in his heart, it was estimated that Qu Yuanhan could actually hit the vital point only a few times. Song Lin knew that Qu Yuanhan must have the strength to speak now.

Hearing the other party's weak apology before, Song Lin's anger has actually dissipated more than half, but he still feels aggrieved.

He feels that Qu Yuanhan is now treating him like a delicate little beauty who has no ability to fight back, and any big man will be upset if he is seen like this.

In addition... the him just now was indeed unable to move under Qu Yuanhan's hands.

"My fault was that I couldn't control myself." Qu Yuanhan's voice was faint, not like apologizing at all, "It's not what I want to tell you."

"I think you won't give up until you reach the Yellow River!" Qu Yuanhan's unrepentant attitude really made Song Lin's liver ache, "I won't beat you either, but don't expect me to take care of you anymore. Before you admit your mistake, we have nothing to do with each other!"

After Song Lin finished speaking, he turned around and left, ignoring the fact that there was no shortage of rain at all, so he just rushed into the heavy rain.

Qu Yuanhan sat up, leaned against the iron gate and looked at Song Lin's back, like a big abandoned dog.

What happened today really pissed him off, the more he thought about it, the more sad he felt in his heart, anxious as if a cat scratched him, it was so uncomfortable, he was so aggrieved.

"Damn it!" Song Lin roared angrily, and kicked a mineral water bottle out on the ground, just not relieved.

Today, I wanted to take a proper class, so why are there so many things!

Song Lin turned around and didn't go home, but walked to West Street with ease, and got into the game hall that he liked to get into whenever he was unhappy.

"Hey, Lin Zi is here, I haven't seen you much recently." The younger brother who was watching at the front desk greeted Song Lin immediately.

"I've been with Brother Xiong all the time, I don't have time to come over."

"I heard that Brother Xiong helped you find trouble with someone from the vocational high school?" Obviously, the other party was also familiar with Song Lin.

"Yes." Song Lin was not in a hurry to go in to play, and sat down at the counter carelessly, lifting his legs to the side, like a gentleman, "The gang of trash from the vocational high school dared to provoke me, they should know what happened. "

"Come on, you're a fake tiger."

"Anyway, there is a tiger who told me to fake it!" Just mentioning brother Xiong Song Lin's mood will inexplicably improve. Song Lin is a well-known follower of Brother Xiong in West Street.

"Why didn't you follow Brother Xiong today?" The man didn't mind Song Lin's appearance either.

"Brother Xiong asked me to go to school." Song Lin said depressingly.

"Pfft... I forgot, you are still a high school student." The man scratched his colorfully dyed hair, "So you skipped class?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Why are you asking so much, Ba Po." Song Lin curled his lips in disdain, not wanting to continue this topic.

"Okay." The man waved his hand and stopped asking.

"Exchange some coins for me." Song Lin said.

The man didn't speak, but his eyes were on Song Lin's legs. Song Lin's clothes were still wet, and the trousers were the same, covering his graceful legs. Song Lin's legs were longer than other people's, and they looked So even more pleasing to the eye.

"What are you looking at?" Song Lin kicked the man's chair, and the pulley pulled the man away from him.

"By the way, Linzi, I remember you danced well, right?" the man asked.

"Dancing machine, you say?" Song Lin sneered, "Can a dancer be called a dancer?"

"That's not what you said." The man looked Song Lin up and down, "I remember you are short of money, right? Did you work part-time a while ago?"

"Yes, I'm short of money." Song Lin didn't hide anything, "What's the matter? Do you have an introduction?"

"Well, yes, there is a lot of money, several times more than your previous job." The man licked his lips, "You won't lose money."

"What's the matter?" Although Song Lin is messing around, he knows what is good or bad about some things, and he doesn't do dirty work. He will be going to college when the time comes.

"Recently, a new bar opened on West Street, remember?"

"Remember, Shangcheng is right." Song Lin is almost familiar with all the shops on West Street. He once went with some people to collect protection fees, but Shangcheng's has been open for a while and no one goes there. Hit, it seems to have a bit of background.

"They recruited a dancer. You have a good face and a good figure. If you do it, your face needs to recover first." The man poked his cheek, and Song Lin's face looked good. You can count the heads.

Although it can't be regarded as very beautiful, it is better than being handsome and clean. Boys at this age look full of vitality even if they have acne on their faces. Their young and fresh bodies will definitely attract many lonely men and women who get drunk in bars.

"With my dancing level, I still want to dance on stage for others?" Song Lin felt that the man in front of him was just a dream.

"That kind of place doesn't have high requirements, as long as it attracts people." The man lit a cigarette on his own. It's not the same, if it's a poor boy and girl with evil intentions going up to dance, it won't sound good if some messy things are reported."

Song Lin hangs out in West Street, what has he never seen?There are too many people who want to take advantage of the opportunity to rise to the top.

"But who would come here if someone is innocent." The man exhaled a puff of smoke, "If someone else takes a fancy to him at that time, he won't want to, and neither side will be happy."

"This is indeed a matter." Song Lin pointed at himself, "But it has nothing to do with me?"

"You've healed the scars on your face. You have a good foundation. Plus you have Brother Xiong behind you. Most people don't dare to touch you, and you can hold the field. It can be said to be wonderful."