exoTheUnfairClub

I have already done my best.

Song Ping tilted his head slightly to the right, just in time to see Park Chanyeol riding a scooter through the traffic of City S like a phantom.

Zhang Yixing was writing a report with Bian Boxian in the living room. He stretched himself, snatched a piece of chocolate from Jin Junmian, typed the end of the last line, and nodded in satisfaction.

He finished this side smoothly, but Bian Baekhyun got stuck. He flicked his hair wildly, poured a glass of ice water and drank it down anxiously.

There was a hasty knock on the door, and Bian Boxian pressed the call button angrily and responded, "Who is it?"

"Open the door, Song Ping is injured." In the monitor, Wu Shixun impatiently pressed the door control with one hand and supported Song Ping's arm with the other. Song Ping stood beside him with blood all over his face.

"Fuck, come in."

Zhang Yixing and Jin Junmian also looked nervous, and quickly found the medicine box from the cabinet in the living room.

As soon as Song Ping entered the door, Zhang Yixing pressed him on the sofa. He looked at his trousers, which were stained with dirt and blood, and was about to get up, but Zhang Yixing gave him a sharp look, and he honestly didn't dare to move.

Jin Junmian helped Song Ping take off his T-shirt, looked at the bruised and purple wounds on it, and said, "No, Baekhyun doesn't seem to have enough medicine here."

"Brother Chanyeol went to buy it, and he will come later." Wu Shixun finished the task of transporting the wounded, and leaned on the counter to eat an apple like a normal person.

Song Ping still said cautiously: "No need, I... I can do it myself."

Zhang Yixing sat opposite him with a cold face: "What are you doing? Get beaten again?"

Jin Junmian acted as a palliative between the two of them with a good temper: "Both of you, stop talking a few words, and Baekhyun pour me some warm water."

When Park Chanyeol came back with the medicine, Song Ping had already tidied up, cleaned the wound, and washed his face.

Bian Boxian gave him good medicine, then pulled out two clothes from his closet and handed them to him: "Change your clothes first, you can't wear those two clothes anymore."

Song Ping looked down at his T-shirt and sweatpants, which were not too much for a rag, he could only nod, thanked him submissively, and turned to go into the bathroom.

A group of people sat outside, and they seemed to be in a good mood.

"I didn't expect it to be delivered to my door."

"Looks like it's just around the corner to get him into the gang."

"After being bullied like this, it's really..."

"It's also thanks to the money grabber, the little guy just let go of his guard a lot."

Zhang Yixing nodded, grabbed the key from the table and said, "Let's go, take him to 'celebrate'."

"Call Jongdae and Kyungsoo again," Park Chanyeol chimed in, looking at Kim Junmyeon who was about to run away: "No one is allowed to run away."

Jin Junmian rolled his eyes, went and knocked on the bathroom door: "Song Ping, are you okay?"

Song Ping seemed to be frightened, opened the door in a hurry, with wet steam on his head, nodded to Jin Junmian.

It seems that Jin Junmian's smile is too easy for people to let go of their guard: "Let's go, I will take you to a place."

Song Ping found that all his rebuttals would be ignored, so he could only nod along Jin Junmian's words, looking very obedient.

Park Chanyeol handed him a bag of things: "Your wallet is no longer usable, but the card is still there, and it was spit out by the ATM machine."

Song Ping nodded, thanked Park Chanyeol before looking at this person again.

Different from the sunshine like a big dog when they first met, Park Chanyeol's attire today and his always cold eyes reminded Song Ping: this person is not just a simple stupid big man, but an elusive young man.

CH6

Song Ping never expected that the place Jin Junmian mentioned was a tavern close to the township.

After asking Song Ping if he had changed his international driver's license, they drove two cars at ease and parked in front of the tavern to wait for Do Kyungsoo and the legendary Kim Jong Dae.

Bian Boxian himself is a boy with a small frame, and Song Ping is smaller than him. His hoodie is worn on Song Ping, and it can even hang down to cover half of his palm.

Song Ping sat in the car with Zhang Yixing submissively, and opened the window halfway to let in air.

"What's the matter? I'm so upset that you said a few words?" Zhang Yixing said coolly.

"No..." Song Ping was a little flustered: "I'm just... thank you so much, thank you for helping me so much, I'm sorry to trouble you again."

Zhang Yixing smiled when he heard this, and before he had time to speak, Park Chanyeol opened the car door on his side, and rested his palms on the roof of the car to prevent Zhang Yixing from hitting him.

Song Ping saw a sports car approaching in the distance, and got out of the car in a hurry.

Park Chanyeol handed over the car keys to Song Ping very coolly, and said, "Leave the car keys here with you, and you will be responsible for taking us back when you drink too much later, just return them to Baekhyun."

Song Ping took the key, put it in his pocket and patted it, wondering if the next one would be the last supper.

Before Jin Zhongda got out of the car, he heard the voice as if he saw him: "Ah! Why are you making me come out so late?"

"Nonsense, you night owl, is 10:30 too late?" Bian Boxian shouted standing next to Song Ping.

"Hey! I'm going to be a good boy who goes to bed early and gets up early today, why don't you care about me?!"

"Take a break, hurry up and get me a drink."

Jin Zhongda wore a pair of round-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses and a black turtleneck sweater that was close-fitting, and walked over casually along his hair.

Song Ping shrank himself into the corner to weaken the sense of presence, but was slapped by Wu Shixun behind him, so he could only bite the bullet and talk to Jin Zhongda.

It was the first time for Jin Zhongda to see Song Ping, and he had a lot of curiosity about this legendary person: "Oh, you finally showed your face, and you have admired your name for a long time."

He was still thinking about how he became famous among this group of young masters, so he was pulled over by Jin Zhongda and gave him a hug. Song Ping still kept his back stiff, and was carried into the tavern by Jin Zhongda and Bian Boxian , Kim Jun-myeon, who was completely ignored, walked towards Do Kyung-soo who had just parked his car.

The owner of the tavern is a fat Englishman who knows the way and leads them into the back room. Different from the traditional Scottish decorated hall, the small room is very modern. Apart from a simple wooden dining table, it is a resting place with a great sense of design. district.

"The back kitchen is still cooking, so I'll serve you the bar first." The boss said as he pushed in a dining car with three ice buckets.

Park Chanyeol took out the cork screwdriver from under a roll of tablecloth familiarly, heard the crisp sound of bubbles from the aperitif, and said, "New wine? Looks good."

The boss patted himself on the stomach: "Of course, the high-end goods that just arrived, don't underestimate this, I was put in it when I was trying wine two days ago."

"Ann, you don't know how many of us drink?" Park Chanyeol slowly poured it down on the tower of cups that Zhang Yixing had just piled up.

"Hahaha, the remaining two bottles are also good wine, so I'll go out first, you guys take it easy."

The few people who were still playing around also waved at the boss in a polite manner, which was beyond Song Ping's expectation. He thought that these noble sons would liberate their natures in a place where there is no public opinion.

"Don't look at it, don't you believe that our essence is not bad?" Zhang Yixing sat on his left, holding a piece of fish fork, waving it like holding a pen.

"No..." Song Ping shook his head submissively, before Bian Boxian stuffed a glass of wine into his hand.

Jin Junmian stood on the main seat and tapped the wine glass with a spoon: "Okay, okay, I've spoken."

Several people straightened their clothes and stood up holding their wine glasses.

"For our hometown on the other side of the ocean, and for the second home we set foot on," Jin Junmian squeezed the smile on his cheeks: "For tonight..."

Song Ping followed Zhang Yixing and repeated Jin Junmian's messy toast.

"For tonight, for the carnival."

After reading the last sentence, Jin Junmian took the lead and threw the wine glass in his hand on the floor.

Song Ping looked around the whole room except that there was no carpet around the dining table, and felt that the boss really had the foresight.

Bian Baekhyun ran over to pester Song Ping for a drink, but was stopped by Park Chanyeol: "He was injured just now, one or two cups is enough, go and pour him some juice."

I saw Baekhyun taking out a few glasses from the cupboard while arguing with Park Chanyeol.Do Kyungsoo had already punched Kim Junmyeon, Wu Shixun was bored chatting with the other two people who were said to have not returned to the team on his phone, and Kim Jong-soo was sandwiched between Zhang Yixing and Park Chanyeol and didn't know what to say.

Song Ping propped his chin and looked around the small room, and several young masters.

"Believe it now?" Bian Baekhyun pushed him the orange juice.

"what?"

"I believe we are indeed different from those Asian students."

"Hmm..." Song Ping nodded, and was thinking about what to say, but was interrupted by Bian Boxian.

Bian Baekhyun raised the glass in his hand and drank the remaining wine: "However, you have to remember our essence~"

Song Ping followed Bian Boxian and drank the drink in his hand with a half understanding.

They didn't finish their drink until the tavern was closed. The boss specially reserved a room for them and settled the bill in the lobby.

Song Ping never touched wine except for the first glass. Watching a few people chatting all over the world, they killed almost tons of wine.

It is not difficult for him to find that there is a gap between Jin Zhongda and Jin Junmian. He probably has seen all kinds of wonderful mix-and-match exchanges between these two people, and he has not seen these two people gather together to speak, but carefully avoid each other.

Bian Boxian maliciously got Jin Junmian drunk, and he didn't feel any better. Before he fell into a coma, he stuffed a thick roll of US dollars into the boss.

The few people who came out were not allowed to