President of Zhuma PK

It was past twelve o'clock at noon, when the sun was at its most vicious.

Three tall boys were chasing and running on the steaming plastic basketball court, engaging in a fierce competition.

At this moment, the basketball is bouncing under Li Yi's palm.

With a beautiful feint, Li Yi jumped over the male student defending in front and shot from outside the three-point line.

The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air, but it hit the backboard, causing a burst of laughter on the court.

"Li Yi, what's the matter with you today? This is the third time you've missed a shot today, and you're not like this usually."

"I really should take a photo of that moment just now as a souvenir. Who would have thought that Li Yi, the famous basketball god in No. [-] Middle School of N City, would also have a day when he would not perform well." The regret was beyond words.

Li Yi waved his hand and walked towards the shade by the court, "It's too hot, let's take a break and play again."

A male classmate sat down next to Li Yi, "Hey, Li Yi, what is the origin of the new transfer student next to you? A guy is more beautiful than the school belle. I can't bear to look at him buddies. Next It's straight up hard."

Is he pretty?Li Yi didn't know.

He has never had any concept of beauty and ugliness. He always feels that people are nothing more than two eyes, one nose and one mouth, and there is not much difference.What's more, he had never looked at Song Ci's face seriously.

He tried his best to piece together Song Ci's appearance in his mind, but it was blank.

Li Yi didn't say anything, but the male student sitting across from him smiled and said, "Ye Hanjiang, didn't you have a hot fight with that busty guy from Class [-] a while ago? Why, you got separated so soon?"

Ye Hanjiang didn't take it seriously, "You mean Ji Xiaozhou? She's broken up a long time ago. She's just a vulgar gold digger. She keeps talking about lv and gucci in my ears all day long. I'm so annoying. There was money left, and she couldn't help spending it like this, so I kicked her off."

The male student sitting across from him threw his sweat-soaked jersey onto Ye Hanjiang's face, "You are really shameless, you are so ruthless."

Ye Hanjiang reached out and grabbed the jersey, and threw it back, "Han Shile, don't spit on people. At most, I just had a boo with her, and I didn't even touch her big breasts. If your words are caught by others I heard it, I can't wash it off even if I jumped into the Yellow River."

Han Shile had a smirk all over her face, "Who will believe what you say? I don't believe you can hold on to your beauty. Could it be..."

Ye Hanjiang's long and narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, "What should it be?"

Han Shile laughed loudly: "Is there something wrong with you?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Hanjiang had rushed over, and immediately pushed Han Shile to the ground, "Is there any problem with me? Don't you know it very well, Xiao Lele? Who was lying under my body last night? "Brother Jiang, a little deeper, a little deeper. Ah, Brother Jiang, you are so good"? It seems that I have to show you my majesty again tonight."

Although Ye Hanjiang looked thin, he was very strong.

Han Shile struggled under Ye Hanjiang angrily, "Ye Hanjiang, fuck your mother! You actually described me as so lewd. Li Yi, get this pervert off of me quickly, you'll have lunch for a week buddy!" Already!"

Li Yi leaned over to pick up the jersey thrown on the ground by two people, walked around the two naive ghosts on the ground and walked towards the exit of the stadium, "Don't say I didn't remind you, the lunch break is over."

Upon hearing this, Ye Hanjiang immediately jumped up from Han Shile, "The first class is Lao Diao's class, we will die if he catches us."

Han Shile was also excited, "Let's go! I don't want to run around the playground twenty laps anymore. My legs hurt for a week last time."

The two of them took three steps and two steps to catch up with Li Yi who was walking in front, and walked towards the teaching building together.

In the originally noisy basketball court, there were only three or two cicadas chirping tirelessly.

Throughout the afternoon, Li Yi fell asleep again.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of the fourth class, Li Yi picked up the schoolbag that had never been opened, squeezed sideways from behind Song Ci, and walked out of the classroom talking and laughing with Ye Hanjiang and Han Shile.

Song Ci packed up the open textbooks, put them in the schoolbag stuffed with snacks, got up and left the classroom.

The corridors of the teaching building were full of voices.

The boys hooked their shoulders and made an appointment to go to someone's house to watch a football game at night; the girls held their best friend's arms and discussed how handsome the leading actor in a certain idol drama was.

Song Ci took back the steps he had just stepped out of the classroom door, and retreated into the classroom.

"Are you going or not? If you don't go, don't block the way, okay?" Some students who didn't know each other complained dissatisfied behind Song Ci.

Song Ci turned around, gave way to the door, and returned to his seat.

Dim sunlight shone through the glass on Song Ci's face.

The sunlight was cut into pieces by the turbulent flow of people outside the window, casting all sorts of strange shapes on Song Ci's face.

Since childhood, what Song Ci was most afraid of was standing in the crowd.He couldn't bear the various eyes cast on him.Sympathy, pity, exploration, hate, curiosity, disgust, he doesn't like them all.

Therefore, he tried not to let himself appear in the crowd as much as possible.

Song Ci took out his physics textbook, and continued to look at the previous progress.

When he raised his head from the pages of the book, night had already enveloped the entire campus.The noisy school during the day fell asleep.Cicada, who had been calling for a whole day, seemed to feel tired, and calmed down at some point.

Song Ci rubbed his sore eyes, put the textbooks back into his schoolbag, got up and left the classroom.

The rubber soles hit the concrete floor, and the voice-activated lights came on, casting long shadows on the ground.

Song Ci held on to the railing and walked down the steps under the gray and white incandescent light.

"One, two, three,...one hundred and three, one hundred and four, one hundred and five." The height from the fifth floor to the first floor is only one hundred and five steps.

Song Ci turned her head and looked at the corridor that had returned to darkness, feeling a little sad in her heart.

If he wanted to continue to walk up and down the one hundred and five steps twice a day, the only way was to rely on that man.However, he didn't want to be the second Xia Mobing, and he never wanted to hear the saying "Like a mother, like a son" again.

How can I make money?

Before he knew it, he had already reached the bus stop.

Not far from the stop sign, a middle-aged woman in her 40s was holding a five or six-year-old boy in her arms, kowtowing to passers-by on the side of the road.The little boy seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed.The woman's hair was disheveled and hit the ground one after another, her forehead was already bruised and purple.

Such beggars are everywhere in the bustling city.Stations, overpasses, underpasses, parks, there are ragged beggars everywhere.People have long been familiar with the strangeness, even giving them a glance, and still walking in a hurry.

Song Ci suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Xia Mobing hugged him and knelt in front of a fast food restaurant, crying and begging to the passing diners.Song Ci, who was in charge of pretending to be dead, would occasionally open his eyes secretly to look at the passers-by who were in a hurry and avoided them, and Xia Mobing who was peeled off by the sun, feeling that the world was really unfair.

Song Ci stopped, hesitated for two seconds, and squatted down in front of the woman.

He took out all the snacks stuffed in his schoolbag and piled them on the torn newspapers spread out in front of the woman.

The woman raised her head, glanced at Song Ci in surprise, then lowered her head again, kowtowing mechanically, without moving the snacks scattered on the ground.

A self-deprecating smile floated on Song Ci's face.

Isn't he a beggar himself, and where does he get the sense of superiority to sympathize with others and give alms to others?The woman in front of her is laughing at his overreaching in her heart right now?

There was the sound of a bus arriving behind him.

Song Ci got up quickly, without even seeing clearly whether it was the bus he was going to take, and got into the bus as if fleeing.

Song Ci habitually walked to the last row of the bus and sat down in the corner.

The window of the car was not closed tightly, and the hot and humid evening wind rushed in through the small window slit, hitting Song Ci's face with slight pain.

Staring blankly at the passing scenery outside the car window, Song Ci suddenly had this idea in his mind: It would be great if the bus never arrived.

However, it is impossible after all.

There will always be a moment when the bus arrives at the stop, and he still has to go back to the place he least wants to go back to.

When Song Ci went back, it was almost eight o'clock.

Xia Mobing, Li Guolai, and Li Yi, like a perfect family of three, were sitting around the dining table enjoying dinner.

No one was waiting for him, no one cared why he didn't come home until eight after school at five, not even the one he called "Mom."

If he disappears forever, no one will care, right?

"Song Ci is back? What are you doing at the door? Hurry up and wash your hands and come over to eat!" The man he had always hated was the first to greet him.

What an irony!

Song Ci squeezed out a happy expression on his face as much as possible, "Okay."

Song Ci casually threw the schoolbag in his hand on the dilapidated sofa in the living room, and walked into the bathroom.

Turn on the faucet, take a handful of cold water, and wash away all the sweat that condensed on your face.

Song Ci looked up, and his distressed face was reflected in the stained mirror.Water drops slid down his flushed cheeks, like painting on his face, pulling out long gullies.

Staring at himself in the mirror, Song Ci laughed abruptly.

Li Yi, it's time for you to pay the price for humiliating me so much.

Putting away the smile on her lips, wiping off the water drops on her face, Song Ci opened the door and walked out.

Sitting down at the dining table, Song Ci picked up the rice bowl and gobbled it up like someone who hasn't eaten in three days.

His behavior startled Xia Mobing who was beside him.

Xia Mobing picked up a chopstick of cabbage and put it into Song Ci's bowl, "Eat slowly, and no one will snatch it from you."

Li Guolai then said: "That's right, why are you so hungry?"

After a pause, Li Guolai asked again: "Did Li Yi not give you the money? You didn't have lunch, did you?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence, it already had a very definite tone.

Song Ci didn't speak, still picking up the rice in the bowl without raising his head.

Li Yi didn't seem to have any intention of defending himself, and ate his meal carelessly.

Before Li Yi could swallow the mouthful of rice, the porcelain bowl in Li Guolai's hand flew towards him.He didn't dodge or dodge, the porcelain bowl was hitting his forehead impartially.The white porcelain bowl, stained with bright red blood, fell to the concrete floor and shattered into scattered porcelain pieces.

"You are getting more and more courageous now, don't you take Lao Tzu's words as fart?!" Li Guolai suddenly stood up, grabbed Li Yi's hair, and dragged Li Yi to the floor, "I will let you go now!" You know what will happen if you disobey me!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Yi received a heavy kick in the stomach.

Song Ci thought he would beg for mercy and resist.

But Li Yi didn't.

He was like a lifeless marionette, letting Li Guolai's fists and feet rain down on his back, waist, stomach, and head without blocking or avoiding them.

Blood from the forehead flowed into his eyes, and the smell of blood stimulated the lacrimal glands to secrete tears.Red tears of blood overflowed from the corners of his eyes, drawing shocking marks on his fair skin.

Xia Mobing was on the sidelines trying to hold Li Guolai with all his strength, but Li Guolai was so angry that he, a woman, could not hold him.

Xia Mobing yelled at Song Ci who was still sitting at the dining table eating: "Why don't you come over and help?!"

Song Ci remained indifferent, glanced at Li Yi who was lying on the ground, and continued to chew the rice grains in his mouth slowly.

Xia Mobing had no choice but to persuade Li Guolai instead, "Old Li, if you continue to fight, be careful what happens to Xiaoyi, then you will have nowhere to cry." He went to persuade Li Yi again, "Xiaoyi Yi, quickly tell Dad that you know you made a mistake, and you will never do it again."

Li Yi just opened his eyes wide, lying on the floor like a dead man, without saying a word.

Li Guolai was so angry that his whole body trembled, and his expression became more ferocious, "It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson today, you will never have a long memory."

Li Guolai pushed away Xia Mobing who was holding him, bent down to pick up the fallen elm chair, and slammed it down on Li Yi who was on the ground.

Xia Mobing on the side gasped.

Song Ci was also frightened.Looking at Li Guolai's appearance, it seemed that he really wanted to smash Li Yi to death.Do normal fathers and sons get along like this?Song Ci didn't know.

It was too late for Xia Mobing to stop him.

The chair fell on Li Yi's body and was torn apart.

Song Ci could imagine how painful it was.

However, Li Yi didn't seem to feel any pain, not even a moan.

He actually tolerated it to such an extent!

Seeing Li Yi shrunk into a ball, Song Ci felt mixed feelings.

Is it shock?Doubt?Is it guilt?Or is it mercy?

Song Ci couldn't tell the difference.

Xia Mobing rushed forward to hug Li Guolai, and shouted hoarsely: "Don't hit! If you hit again, you will really die!"

Li Guolai panted heavily, and snapped at Li Yi who was on the ground: "Say! Do you know what's wrong?!"

Li Yi supported the wall with both hands, struggled to get up from the ground, couldn't stand still, barely stood against the wall, raised his hand to wipe the blood and tears on his cheeks, and said with a wry smile: "Wrong? My biggest mistake is that I didn't let you Got hit by a car and died like an idiot risking his life to save you!"

Li Guolai trembled even more violently, and even his voice trembled, "Okay! Okay! Li Yi, you are so good! I have raised you for so many years, but you are looking forward to my death, don't you? Get out of here now! Get out of here! Get out of my house! Never let me see you again!"

With a contemptuous smile on Li Yi's face, he said weakly, "I'll get out? Why should I get out? If they want to get out, they are the ones to get out!"

The "they" in Li Yi's mouth naturally referred to Xia Mobing and Song Ci.

Song Ci looked at Li Yi who seemed to be about to faint in the next moment, feeling a little unbearable in his heart.

He stood up and walked in front of Li Guolai, trying his best to be obedient and sincere, "Uncle Li, it's none of Li Yi's business. He gave me the money a long time ago, but I accidentally lost it. Uncle Li, I was too careless." ,sorry."

Li Guolai calmed down his anger a little, and said as gently as possible: "You don't have to cover up for him. I know his virtues better than you. He is just a cheap bone, and he deserves to be beaten. Don't worry about it, go back to the house and rest. "

Song Ci's original intention was to excuse Li Yi, but it backfired without realizing it.Now, in Li Yi's eyes, he became a fake merciful person.Song Ci didn't need to look back to know that Li Yi's eyes must be full of sneer and disdain at this moment.

Song Ci lowered his eyes.He knew it would be useless to talk too much, he might as well withdraw from this war as soon as possible, maybe it would help him instead.

He walked back to the room, at the moment when the door was closed, Song Ci looked through the slowly closed door, and saw Li Yi's gaze, full of contempt and contempt.

And an uncompromising obstinacy.