School bully, your character is broken

At the end of the grinding, Tan Han got impatient and blocked the boss's mouth with RMB.

The long-haired boy just now looks very good-looking, very soft and good-looking, but not feminine.He was merciless in fights, with a kind of arrogance all over his body.

Because Tan Han stayed up late at night and was tired of chatting with his boyfriend on WeChat until the early hours of the morning, he naturally slept until noon the next day.

After sitting up and wandering for a while, he suddenly remembered that someone was going to make an appointment with him today.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, at the gate of No. [-] Middle School, if it doesn't come, it's a dog.

Han Ling got up at five o'clock in the morning, and was studying behind closed doors at the moment, so he couldn't be disturbed.

Qin Han cleaned up briefly, said hello to his aunt who was sitting downstairs watching TV, and went out.

The gate of No. [-] Middle School.

"Boss, how many people do you think that kid will bring?" The yellow-haired boy dressed strangely, but he still thought he was too handsome. After lighting a cigarette, he looked at the boy leaning under the tree at the school gate.

颜则清将唇角勾起一个阴沉的弧度:“爱来几个来几个，照样揍得他们跪下来叫爷爷。——对了，那个他，来了吗？”

The younger brother next to Huang Mao hurriedly said: "I told him this morning, and he took one look at me and left."

"Did he say anything?"

"No."

"I've really been too used to him for a while." Yan Zeqing pressed ten fingers one by one, and the joints made a crisp sound, "If he doesn't come today, I will have a trick to wait for him when I go back."

"Boss, he came to see my brothers yesterday and told you to go there in person." The person who spoke was the red-haired boy at the barbecue stall yesterday. .”

"That's your waste," Yan Zeqing smiled, "The road is not fair? Heh, even if there is no such person, you can beat him?"

The red hair faltered twice and stopped talking.

"It's 57:[-], isn't that kid cowardly? Why isn't he coming?" Yan Zeqing looked at his watch, a little impatiently, "Let go and let him know what the end of bullying my sister is. .”

"What if he doesn't come?"

"Not coming? Oh, I have plenty of ways."

At this moment, Qin Han was holding the milk tea and biting the straw very calmly, and walked slowly towards the entrance of No. [-] Middle School.

From a distance, it seemed that there were quite a lot of people who came, more than a dozen.

He walked over in a hurry, the group of people found him first, and said to a boy: "Boss, is it this person?"

Tan Han paid more attention to the boss. The boy was about the same height as him, with broken hair half covering his eyebrows. The sun shone on his face, reflecting his handsome outline.The sleeves of the shirt are half-rolled, revealing the strong forearm. The clothes and hairstyle are not as peculiar as the gangsters around him, and there is no habit of wearing earrings or makeup. The most important point is the long legs. From the appearance alone, the whole person is a A lotus flower that emerges from mud but is not stained.

But his aura is very strong, not Jiang Yao's trembling aura, but the kind of violence that might swing his fist up in the next second if you don't like it.

It seems that it is Yan Yan's brother, Tan Han thought, their eyes look alike.It seems that the genetic distribution of the Yan family is not too partial, at least in terms of appearance.

Then he saw the red hair.

Hongmao also saw him, pointed at him and said to Yan Zeqing: "That's him. Yesterday he helped that idiot surnamed Yuan beat up a few brothers, boss, I..."

Yan Zeqing rubbed his fists, looked down at the red-haired man who had just been punched on the ground by himself: "Stupid? Why don't you try to curse again?"

Hongmao also got angry: "He is an idiot, why, you are only allowed to scold me and not me?"

Yan Zeqing grabbed his collar and punched him hard again: "You are really right. Besides, have I ever scolded him, your ears and memory were eaten by dogs?"

Qin Han was a little dazed.

What's going on, shouldn't they come and fight me?How did the infighting start?

He took a few steps back silently.

"Fuck you, Yan Zeqing, you uncle," Hongmao jumped up and roared, "I've put up with you for a long time, treat me as a bully, come on, brothers!"

Hong Mao also had a few followers under his command, and at the command, the gangsters rushed towards Yan Zeqing.

The rest of the people were on the same path as Yan Zeqing, and they were in chaos for a while.

The uncle in the security room at the gate of No. [-] Middle School turned on the radio, drinking tea, and watching the day-to-day farce.

Qin Han: What is the significance of this security room?

Sensing Tan Han's gaze, the old man pointed to the bench under the security room, motioning him to sit down and take a good look.

Tan Han: "..." Is it true that only killing someone will shake this old man?

The fighting power of this group of people is very strong, and the attack is not serious, it is clearly the rhythm of beating people to death.And he knows how to make the best use of everything, and uses everything around him that can be used as props to hit people.

Tan Han shook the empty cup in his hand, and was about to throw it in a trash can and leave, but he didn't want to see Hongmao pull out a knife and stab Yan Zeqing.

Yan Zeqing didn't want Hongmao to have a murder weapon in his hand, and it was too late to hide, so he planned to forcibly resist the blow.

Tan Han threw the cup in his hand like a dart towards Hongmao's hand holding the knife, using [-]% of his strength, Hongmao was startled, the original trajectory was deflected, and the tip of the knife inserted into the side tree trunk along the inertia.

"Thanks."

"I'm sorry...it's not you..." The voice came from behind, Tan Han turned around, and what caught his eyes was the handsome face of the long-haired boy.

The boy's waist-length hair was loosely tied with a headband, and his long eyelashes drooped slightly: "We meet again."

Tan Han had a vague premonition in his heart that this boy was definitely not passing by, and just saying "thank you" to him meant that he had a deep relationship with Yan Zeqing.

"What are you doing here?"

The boy didn't answer, he showed a faint smile and joined the battle.Except for the red-haired knife, Yan Zeqing's faction originally had the upper hand, and now with the addition of a boy who looks gentle and elegant but is actually very tough, the outcome is a foregone conclusion.

Tan Han felt that he should have nothing to do next, and when he turned around, he was stopped by someone, it was Yan Zeqing.

"You don't go yet!"

Tan Han wondered why I should listen to you, planning to be selectively deaf.

Walking around the corner, Yan Zeqing chased after her: "Thank you just now, but every yard counts. My sister Yan Yan, you bullied me, right?"

The people at the gate of No. [-] Middle School had dispersed, and the long-haired boy had disappeared.

"I didn't bully her." Tan Han looked at Yan Zeqing's wounds, and didn't intend to argue with him, "How did she tell you?"

Yan Zeqing didn't do anything directly for the milk tea cup's sake: "He said you were making trouble for her."

"that's it?"

"if not."

Tan Han was completely convinced by Yan Yan: "Did she tell you how she wrote a love letter to my boyfriend, how sensational it was, and how it moved the world?"

Yan Zeqing: "..." Should I believe him?

"I went to Peach Blossom next to my boyfriend just to trouble her? What kind of logic is this?"

"Because of your sister's words, you didn't even tell you the cause, process and result of the incident, so you sent a letter of war to me?"

Yan Zeqing: "She snatched your boyfriend? Is it a joke or is it real?"

Tan Han: "Really. Do you want to see our school's post?"

"No need," Yan Zeqing waved his hand, "In this case, I owe you a favor. - I should go back."

Tan Han felt that today's matter was so fucking mysterious, and he won a favor card even if the fight didn't end.

The phone in my pocket vibrated.

—Honey, have you figured out where you're going tomorrow?