Shuangwen villain set collapsed

Yan Shao quietly sneaked back home. He only stayed in the Internet cafe for more than an hour. It was not too late. There was no elevator in the building, and there were voice-activated lights in the stairwell. As he walked up, the warm yellow lights would light up .

While climbing the stairs, he suddenly thought that if the toilet trio had something to do with Eighth Lieutenant Colonel Bachi Army today, and Yu Lian fucked those three in the toilet today, the feud would still be settled according to the original plot, but in a different way different.

And he, Yan Shao, is probably the cannon fodder on this red line, building a bridge of love for the two of them.

When he walked to the door, Yan Shao took out the key and opened the door. In the living room, the woman sat in front of the sewing machine, busy with the work at hand, and the six-year-old boy sat on the small stool in the living room, watching the old TV. cartoons in the machine.

The TV in the living room at home is not an ultra-thin large-screen TV, but an old-fashioned square box, bulky and dull. Yan Shao only saw this kind of TV when he was very young.

When he first came through, he thought it was a decoration.

Out of habit, Yan Shao said, "I'm back."

He closes the door.

The woman turned to look at him and smiled, "It's so early today."

The years have left heavy marks on her face, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes can hardly be concealed, and there are unresolved red marks on her neck and face.

Yan Shao's gaze paused, "Yes."

Yuanzhen's mother seems to have no temper. No matter how others treat her, she can swallow their anger, including Yuanchen yelling at her. She is also used to that kind of "Yan Shao".

These days, Yan Shao no longer quarreled with her, and no longer showed an impatient expression to her greetings. She could feel that he was her own son, but she felt strange to her, but she didn't think too much about it.

"Have you had dinner? Yaoyao and I just ate, how about I get you some, the food in the pot is still hot."

"No, thank you." Yan Shao is not used to this kind of specialness. In his previous life, he was taught that if he missed a meal, he would either do it himself or be hungry.

He said, "I'm going back to my room first."

"it is good."

Today Yuanchen's father came home late at night, probably won the money, was in a good mood, and did not cause a fierce battle.

After finishing the book, Yan Shao took a shower and went to bed like the day before.

On Friday morning, he bought breakfast downstairs and went to school.

The time when he arrived at the school was almost the same as the day before. Yan Shao sat down in the classroom, put his schoolbag on his lap, and then unzipped the schoolbag, and a person came to the empty seat next to him.

Yan Shao turned his head, a face with slightly pockmarked cheeks enlarged in his eyes, and his upper body leaned back.

Wang Erping pretended to hold the book in his hands: "Alas, I know why those people in Class [-] have the guts to trouble you this semester!"

"Why?" Yan Shao blinked and asked following his words.

"They met Chi Jun during the winter vacation! Do you know Chi Jun, the one who heard that he was almost disabled by someone! Eighth middle school, you should know..."

For the next 5 minutes, Wang Erping babbled and slobbered and described Chi Jun's "heroic" deeds to him, and at the end he did not forget to sigh that Zhang Qingfeng and the three of them got on the line with them.

Yan Shao's mind is now full of words such as "great", "I'll go", "fuck", etc. He asked: "Me and... Zhang Qingfeng, do you remember what happened back then?"

Speaking of this, Wang Erping got excited, "Of course I remember, back then that grandson pursued Lin Yamei, even blocked the road to confess his love, and then you led someone to beat him up, have you forgotten that?"

"Lin Yamei?" There was a moment of blankness in Yan Shao's eyes, and then he quickly calmed down.

"But let's talk—" Wang Erping elongated his voice and said teasingly, "Yan Shao, why haven't you been looking for Lin Yamei these two days? Or are you looking for someone else?"

Yan Shao didn't answer, he held the book and said, "I want to read, you should go back to your seat first."

Wang Erping looked at him with a constipated expression on his face, "...Brother, you should use a decent reason to send me away, let alone say it."

Yan Shao remembered, Lin Yamei, the original body hated the lead of the protagonist, one mountain cannot contain two tigers, in the third class, after Yu Lian transferred to another school and became famous, the original body first wanted to win him over, but it didn’t work out. If they agree, they will slander him behind his back.

It wasn't until Yuanchen found out that the girl he liked liked Yu Lian that he became completely angry and started targeting him everywhere, calling him dead for short.

Lin Yamei is the representative of the English class in the class. Yan Shao has an impression of her. She has a cheerful and lively personality, peach cheeks and willow eyes, and her eyes are crooked when she smiles. She is really cute.

He knew that Yuanshen liked her, but he didn't want the toilet to be blocked because of something like this.

He took the pen and twirled it around with his fingertips.

All because of man's jealousy.

After self-study in the morning, Yu Lian sat down in the classroom with his schoolbag on his shoulders. Yan Shao pushed over the self-criticism written at home yesterday, "I finished it, do you want to check it?"

Neither the villain camp nor the decent camp Yan Shao wants to get involved, he just wants to be a passerby in peace.

Before Yu Lian put down his schoolbag, he glanced at the paper that Yan Shao gave him, and wrote a whole page densely. Yu Lian was silent for a few seconds, reached out to take it, and glanced at it roughly.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Shao: "I remember the teacher said that you only need to write five hundred characters."

This piece of paper has at least a thousand words.

The corners of Yan Shao's mouth slightly raised, and there was a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, with a bit of childishness, and he said: "I'm afraid it's not enough, so I wrote more."

"...I have a heart." Yu Lian said, looking at the long essays written on the paper around the theme of "I shouldn't fight", "This stuff, you write pretty well, do you often write?"

"No, it's the first time you write it, as long as you don't dislike it." Yan Shao said.

After all, he was once a top student in the liberal arts class, and a review letter of this level could not help him.

Yu Lian stuffed the paper into the drawer and said, "Okay, it's settled."

What he meant was that he helped Yan Shao in the toilet, and then Yan Shao helped him write a self-criticism, and now the two are cleared.

*

The last class on Friday is class affairs class. Yi Zhi sat on the podium and talked about trivial matters, focusing on wearing school uniforms from next week.

Yan Shao sat on the bottom and did two things at once, sometimes jotting down the important points in the book, sometimes raising his head to listen to Yi Zhi's words, while Yu Lian rested his chin on one hand, and turned the pen in his other hand.

The slender and round fingertips moved the pen nimbly, while the owner of these hands casually stared at the blackboard in a daze, Yan Shao's gaze stayed on his hands for two seconds.

He can't turn the pen so flexibly. Generally, when he encounters a problem, he can hold the pen between his index finger and middle finger and turn it, and his brain will follow suit.

Accompanied by the background sound of Yi Zhi's methodical speech, one class is over, the school is over, Yan Shao puts the books to be brought into the schoolbag, and Yu Lian has already left with his backpack.

Yan Shao didn't run into Zhang Qingfeng and the others in the Internet cafe today.

On Saturday morning, Yan Shao was at home reading books, brushing up materials and highlighting key points. He was in the room, and the six-year-old boy didn't dare to join him, so he played outside with building blocks.

In the small room, the light is better only near the window. There is a black mobile phone beside the bed. It is the mobile phone that Yuan Bo bought by himself.

Yan Shao took the phone, and the blue blood vessels were faintly visible on the back of his pale hand.

Remarks for the caller—Brother Wu.

"Hello." Yan Shao put the phone to his ear.

On the opposite side, a rough voice said: "Yan Shao, at twelve o'clock today, come over to the abandoned warehouse in the east."

"Is there something wrong?" Yan Shao knew who the other party was.

After turning on the mobile phone, he read his address book and WeChat friends list in order to sort out the original body's interpersonal relationship. Xiao Guangwu was the boss he recognized by the original body. Looting the property of the weak and the weak.

"Damn it, come as soon as I tell you, how can there be so much nonsense!" Xiao Guangwu impatiently explained to him.

Yan Shao said after a while, "I won't go."

He didn't know the way, and he didn't want to get involved with the other party.

Xiao Guangwu on the phone didn't expect him to say that, "What did you say!?"

"I can't go." Yan Shao said slowly.

"..."

There was silence on the phone for half a minute, and Xiao Guangwu had a low air pressure on the other end, "Don't you dare to come, don't hang out with me after today!"

Before Yan Shao could speak, Xiao Guangwu hung up the phone angrily.

The original text focused on Xiao Guangwu, only a few strokes that the original body read in his mouth, and Yan Shao was not familiar with him.

It's okay to break the relationship.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, casting a ray of sunshine in this cramped alleyway.

At around twelve noon, the sun was in the sky, and there was a piece of dry grass outside the old warehouse. There were several empty blue iron barrels in front of the warehouse. A group of young people sat or stood together, and the leader of the man had a deep scar between his eyebrows. .

He was lighting a cigarette in his hand, and the air was full of smoke. The man was muscular. On the still warm February day, he was only wearing a black vest, with a green dragon tattoo on his thick arm.

Xiao Guangwu squinted his eyes and took a puff of cigarette, "Is that kid here?"

"No." Someone behind him replied lazily, "I haven't seen him these days."

Xiao Guangwu twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile: "Oh, yes, it's kind enough."

Not far away, a dozen or so people approached in a mighty manner. Xiao Guangwu stood up with a cigarette in his mouth. The boy standing among the ten people was wearing a dark blue hoodie with a big graffiti in the middle of the clothes. The most eye-catching one was his Grandma's gray hair was silvery in the sun.

With his hands in his pockets, Chi Jun walked up to Xiao Guangwu and the others with his long legs.

Xiao Guangwu and his group also stood up, and the atmosphere was tense.

"I didn't come here to find trouble, but to find someone. I heard that Yan Shao was guarded by you?" Chi Jun spoke first.

Xiao Guangwu exhaled a puff of smoke and said in a deep voice, "It used to be, but it's not now."

Although everyone on the opposite side is a teenager, everyone is tall and tall, and some look stronger than Xiao Guangwu. Xiao Guangwu has dealt with Chi Jun several times, and it is best not to provoke him if he can't run into each other.

Chi Jun is a mad dog, he is desperate to fight.

Xiao Guangwu paused, and said, "You guys have a grudge with Yan Shao, you settle it yourself, I won't care about it."