He's playing first grade again

Lin Jian touched the switch of the main unit, poked it with his slender index finger, the computer in front of him started to blue screen, and after a while the screen "swiped" and turned black.

The yellow-headed boy who was playing games next to him had a fierce look on his face, crackling a cigarette in his mouth and scolding his teammate Pig. Seeing that he had turned off the phone, he grabbed his earphones and asked vaguely: "Brother Jian, are you not playing anymore? "

Lin Jian stretched her waist, and her black T-shirt was rolled up, revealing a thin waist.

He lazily said, "No."

The yellow-haired boy was wearing a white vest. Because of the heat, the wide vest was wrapped around his ribs and tied with a knot. The two exposed arms were covered with blue tattoos. It looked like he was a gangster.

However, he is indeed a mixed society.

Huang Mao came out of junior high school to hang out with the so-called big brother, was beaten countless times, and fought countless times, and his courage became more and more courageous.He watched with his own eyes several elder brothers who went into the cell, and those who washed their hands to start a small business. When it was the last turn, the seat of the elder brother was given to him.

Although Huang Mao has not studied for a few days, he is also good at summing up experience. The elder brothers are the teachers of future generations, so he made a compromise between going to the prison and washing his hands in the golden basin, and started bullying high school students for protection. fee for a living.

The first time I saw Lin Jian coming in, the school uniform of that No. [-] middle school was draped over her shoulders, and she paid for the card with ease, and casually looked for a seat with the card between her fingers.

Unfortunately, it was beside Huang Mao.

He turned on the host, and while waiting for the system to start, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit it familiarly, and bit it between his teeth.

The bluish-white smoke was misty, and his face was somewhat blurred.

Lin Jian's slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, crackling, like playing a piano.

Huang Mao glanced at his hand and pulled his lower lip.

Thin skin and tender flesh, with distinct joints, looks like a student holding a pen.

It has to be said that Lin Jian's long hands are particularly deceptive, well-proportioned and beautiful, with fair skin, and you can see the green blood vessels buried underneath.

Huang Mao glanced at his school uniform again and sneered.

Another ignorant student.

He covered his mouth and coughed, and the younger brothers behind him turned their chairs to watch the show, and all stared at Lin Jian.

A piece of jade hangs around Lin Jian's neck, which his mother bought for him when he was young, and is tied with a red braided rope.

No one can know what this piece of jade means to him, only know that no matter what happens, this boy who looks arrogant to the bone will never take off the piece of jade under his neck.

The red braided rope did not go against his temperament, but was stuck on the raised spine, like a painter's finishing touch, which set off a bit of arrogance and wildness.

Unfortunately, the yellow hair picked up the thread on his neck, and mocked in a ruffian way: "Hey, a big boy still wears such a delicate thing, it's really embarrassing."

Lin Jian's fingers on the keyboard paused, his eyes were dazed, and he lifted his lips coldly: "Put, hands."

Huang Mao sneered and didn't care at all, he raised his eyebrows lightly: "Come on, let big brother see what is so precious?"

He raised his hand, and the piece of jade was slowly picked up along Lin Jian's thin chest.

It was a green jade gourd, the color was extremely pure, and the surface was smooth and smooth. Under the light, the jade gourd looked transparent without any impurities.

Huang Mao's eyes lit up.

Fuck!It looks like a good baby.

Now it's time to make a lot of money.

"Give the jade to brother, and brother will cover it from now on... Ah, you fucking dare to hit me... Ah... Damn it, it's bleeding... Ah..."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Mao started howling.

The others only heard the chair slid on the ground, and then saw their elder brother being thrown on the ground hard. After a while, the boy bent down, holding the yellow-haired collar with one hand, don't Desperately smashed towards the edge of the table.

In a blink of an eye, the Internet cafe became lively, with onlookers watching, calling the police, and pulling frames.

Those little brothers of his rushed up to help, but were kicked over by Lin Jian, with fierce eyes, like a wolf seeing its prey, the more people you come up, the more excited he is.

Lin Jian has practiced before, and has a black belt in Taekwondo, which belongs to the type of beating people to death.

He glanced at the few people lying on the ground moaning in pain, tilted his head, licked the back molars with the tip of his tongue, and looked at the onlookers coldly: "Who wants to fuck?"

A group of dragons without a leader, who would dare to go up and provoke?

Only the network manager stood up tremblingly, "Young Master Lin, the damage to the equipment...how can I compensate you?"

This "Young Master Lin" made the people around gasp.

Lin Shao?Lin Jian?

The uncle who can't be messed with in No. [-] Middle School.

He has fought with people in the society, fought with the kidnappers, made trouble with the police/police station, and been admitted to the ICU.

Huang Mao covered his bleeding head and secretly cursed "grass".

This time I hit a snag and offended Hades.

The Lin family is powerful and powerful, how could people like them dare to offend.

Lin Jian turned his neck, and there was a crisp sound as his joints slid. He glanced at the network administrator lightly, and threw out a card neatly, "Password: 159357."

"Okay, thank you thank you..."

Huang Mao is also a person who knows how to follow the trend, so he called him "Brother Jian" directly and courteously.

These are Huangmao's painful memories. Every time he sees Lin Jian stand up from his side, those memories will churn in his mind.

He sighed helplessly.

"If you don't play, what are you going to do?"

Lin Jian hangs out in the Internet cafe almost every day, and sleeps with headphones on when he is not playing games.

Huang Mao and his brothers have studied it, and all the headphones are playing English songs.

In fact, there are some songs in other languages ​​that Huang Mao doesn't understand, and they all come down to English.

Lin Jian carried her school uniform: "Go to self-study."

"Damn it! Brother Jian, didn't you, did I hear wrong? Do you still remember that you are a student?"

Lin Jian spent most of the semester in the Internet cafe, and Huang Mao almost regarded him as a social youth. This sudden sentence of "go to self-study" almost flashed his waist.

Lin Jian looked calm, and began to recall: "I seem to be in the third year of high school."

"Senior year? What happened to the third year?"

Lin Jian glanced at Huang Mao in disgust, and the contempt in his eyes was clearly visible: "You don't need to understand the scum."

Huang Mao watched in astonishment as Lin Jian, who was 1.8 meters tall, put on the school uniform and walked out unhurriedly.

His eyes were full of anticipation and envy.

Just like a person who has been in a prison cell without seeing the sun for a long time, one day he suddenly sees his companion leave, and he is also very honored in his heart.

And Lin Jian, like a prisoner in prison, wakes up one day, suddenly haunts his body, and tells the people around him: "I'm leaving, because I don't seem to be guilty."

What a fucking legend!

City No. [-] Middle School.

Lin Jian took a taxi and stopped at the school gate.