torture to the end

Zhong Yuan knows that Han Jingyu doesn’t eat meat, but he always likes to tease Han Jingyu. The dishes he ordered include both meat and vegetables. Zhong Yuan picks and chooses from the plate with his chopsticks, instead of eating by himself, he picks them up and puts them in Han Jingyu’s bowl put.

Han Jingyu was eating with his head down, when Zhong Yuan put a piece of meat into Han Jingyu's bowl, Han Jingyu's chopsticks followed suit, and then in front of Zhong Yuan, he pulled the whole piece of rice onto the table.

When Zhong Yuan saw it, he yelled beside him, "Oh, why are you wasting so much?" He then picked up another chopstick for Han Jingyu.

Han Jingyu was unprepared. Seeing Zhong Yuan put the food into the bowl, the corners of his eyebrows twitched fiercely. Zhong Yuan held his chin and smiled at Han Jingyu's expression, "Eat a little, what's the point of being as thin as a woman?" OK."

Han Jingyu still didn't give any face, and frowned, he pulled out the other half of the rice in the bowl.

Zhong Yuan didn't give up when he saw Han Jingyu's distasteful behavior, he didn't eat it, and put everything he picked out into Han Jingyu's bowl. Han Jingyu hid for a while with the bowl in his hand, sat opposite Zhong Yuan, and looked at him with his lips pursed.

Zhong Yuan was still laughing, a bit ruffian, "Eat a little."

Holding the bowl, Han Jingyu said to Zhong Yuan, "Don't hold it for me, I won't eat it."

Zhong Yuan curled his lips, "Okay."

Han Jingyu glanced at him again, and put down the bowl when he saw that Zhong Yuan had nothing else to do. As soon as he lifted up his chopsticks, a pair of chopsticks stretched out in front of him. Lying in his bowl, looking up is still Zhong Yuan's lazy smile.

Han Jingyu already looked like he was about to get angry, but this matter was too small for him to get angry.

"Kids don't be picky eaters, you know." Zhong Yuan didn't take Han Jingyu's anger seriously.

Han Jingyu had the habit of not eating meat and meat a long time ago, but also because of this habit, because of the low immunity caused by partial eclipse, his body is always much thinner than people of the same age.People like He Qingchen, who like Han Jingyu, like to accommodate him in everything. Even if they know that Han Jingyu is not good, they dare not force him to do something he doesn't like to do, but Zhong Yuan is different.

Han Jingyu poured out the whole bowl of rice in front of Zhong Yuan.There was an aunt who was picking things up in the cafeteria. Seeing Han Jingyu's actions, she stepped forward and scolded him. Han Jingyu's cold temper, but at this time, all restrained himself, lowered his head and let the aunt scold him.

"Why do you order if you don't eat, it's a waste—"

Zhong Yuan raised his hand to block the aunt, "Sorry, kids are picky eaters."

The aunt who was scolding Han Jingyu heard Zhong Yuan's words, turned her head and scolded Zhong Yuan, Zhong Yuan originally wanted to smooth things over, but was knocked down by the aunt's quick and urgent reprimands, the whole person was very helpless.

The aunt spoke all Shanghai slang, Han Jingyu could understand Shanghai dialect but was not limited to this kind of market slang, and when he slammed down a large paragraph, he could only see from Zhong Yuan's face that it was not a good sentence.Zhong Yuan probably has never encountered such a situation, but his temper is also relatively easy-going. The aunt who is over forty years old quarreled with him, and he didn't reply. When they had enough quarrel and wanted to leave, Zhong Yuan opened his mouth to say sorry .

The auntie didn't have a good attitude towards the two of them, and when they left, they even gouged out one of them. Zhong Yuan sat on the seat helplessly, clutching his chopsticks and letting out a long sigh.

Han Jingyu was sitting opposite him, originally he was being scolded, but later Zhong Yuan interrupted and diverted most of the firepower, now Han Jingyu saw Zhong Yuan who was sitting on the chair holding his chopsticks with a gloomy expression, pursed his lips laughed.

Zhong Yuan's eyes were sharp, and he saw the hopeful change in Han Jingyu's expression at once, and immediately interjected, "I was scolded for you—did you hear me, Auntie said I have no quality, what kind of temper, I don't even The chopsticks haven't moved yet."

The arc of Han Jingyu's lips parted suddenly, and then suddenly condensed into a straight line.

Zhong Yuan stretched his neck to look at him, "Hey, you still laugh, can you still laugh?"

Han Jingyu raised his head and looked at Zhong Yuan with a flat expression.

Zhong Yuan twitched the corners of his lips, stood up and walked to the window of the cafeteria, and asked for another bowl of rice. When he brought it over, Han Jingyu was eating his bowl of rice that was not much left. In front of Han Jingyu, put a layer of fried meat on the bowl of rice, then reached out and pushed the bowl that Han Jingyu was eating to the side, and put the bowl of rice over with a smile.

Han Jingyu looked at him holding up his chopsticks.

Zhong Yuan raised his chin, "Eat—"

Han Jingyu didn't pour the rice out again, just looked down for a while, turned the fried meat on the top under the rice, and ate the white rice below, but Zhong Yuan put too much for him, and he ate a few As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhong Yuan saw Han Jingyu froze suddenly, frowning and about to spit out.

"Hey, I was scolded once just now." Zhong Yuan suddenly said this.

Han Jingyu paused as he was about to spit it out, then he stared at Zhong Yuan, frowning, and swallowed what was in his mouth.As if to challenge Han Jingyu's endurance, Zhong Yuan put vegetables into Han Jingyu's bowl and said, "You are growing up, you should eat more." Han Jingyu glared at him, and he also looked like It doesn't feel the same.

That look is really rascal.

During this meal, Han Jingyu's brows were not stretched, Zhong Yuan only ate two mouthfuls, and spent the rest of the time watching Han Jingyu eat with his chin propped up.When the two walked out of the cafeteria side by side, they saw more than a dozen supercars parked in unison outside the cafeteria. In Shanghai, the presumptuous ones are more presumptuous than Beijing, and the aggressive ones are more motivated than Beijing. In such a location Driving a million-dollar supercar on a rampage is really a matter of vanity.

The man whose nose and face were bruised and swollen by Zhong Yuan leaned against a supercar, looking at Zhong Yuan with vicious eyes.

There were people standing next to the dozen or so supercars that followed him. They got out of the car and stood in a row with him. They looked really young and arrogant.Han Jingyu has seen this scene many times in Wuhan, and he has long since lost his initial touch. He followed Zhong Yuan down, and when he reached the bottom of the stairs, Zhong Yuan stretched out his hand and stopped him behind him.

"It's him—" the voice was sharp and resentful.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at Zhong Yuan in unison.

Zhong Yuan has long been used to this kind of gaze, standing in front of Han Jingyu with his head held high, he raised his hand and turned his wrist, the beaten young man stepped back a few steps, and after only a few steps he stabilized He stopped, as if very annoyed at his fear at that moment, and suddenly took a few steps forward, "You are finished today, I will kill you—"

"Success." Zhong Yuan snapped his fingers, but there was no sound, but there was already provocation in his eyes, "Come on, I'll be waiting."

Feeling that the humiliated young man didn't dare to rush forward rashly, he said something to the gathered young men around him, and they rushed forward together.

To be honest, all these people are not enough for Zhong Yuan to stretch his fists. They are all bluffing young people who have no ability to pretend to be brave and fearless. It is really easy to clean up such people.Zhong Yuan himself felt that his muscles and bones hadn't been stretched yet, and those youths who were so powerful just now were all lying on the ground, those holding their legs and holding their stomachs, they were not even as good as those dudes in the capital.

Zhong Yuan didn't look at anyone, just walked up to the provocative young man, knelt down and patted his shoulder with his hands, "Is that all?"

The man didn't expect Zhong Yuan to be so skilled, and his face turned pale with fright, but in such an occasion, he suddenly developed the courage to resist, "If you don't kill me today, don't let him die in the future." Mom wants to gain a foothold here in Shanghai—”

Zhong Yuan tilted his head, he also had the same look when he was cleaning up those screaming princes who were punished by him in the barracks, "You said it."

The man gritted his teeth, "I will do what I say!!"

Zhong Yuan stood up and stepped on the boy's chest with one foot, "Have you ever broken a rib in a fight?"

The boy was taken aback by his question.

"Go back and tell your dad—" Zhong Yuan raised his foot suddenly, and kicked the boy hard on his chest, kicking the boy who stepped on the sole of his foot and rolled forward a few times. Before the boy got up, he again He went up to make up his foot, and the words continued at this time, "Your bone was broken by me."

At the second kick, the crisp sound of bones breaking and howling erupted together.

Obviously this kick has already broken other people's ribs, Zhong Yuan is still smiling, looking at the young man like a ruffian, he looks like he is going to talk to you about the next sentence, "If your father asks me name, you just tell him, I—" Zhong Yuan pointed to himself, "Zhong Yuan."

Zhong Yuan's arrogance is really not concealed at all, those students who were attracted by a dozen cars parked at the entrance of the cafeteria are all looking at him now.

Zhong Yuan didn't care about the other people lying on the ground, walked up to Han Jingyu, looked at Han Jingyu standing there motionless, and jokingly said, "Why, do you look stupid?"

Han Jingyu was just stunned by Zhong Yuan's fickleness for a while—the person who had kicked and broken other people's ribs just now was talking to him with a smile in front of him—this kind of person.

"Okay, let's go to the classroom where you have class." Zhong Yuan patted Han Jingyu on the shoulder, he walked forward a few steps, and suddenly thought of the trouble he caused today, without the self-consciousness of being a parent, he instigated Han Jingyu, "In the future, I will be at school. Fight, and in the end, when others seek revenge, they will report my name."

When Zhong Yuan thought that Han Jingyu would ignore him, Han Jingyu who was following behind him suddenly said, "Okay."

When Zhong Yuan heard the word 'good', he lost his footing and staggered forward.

Seeing his reaction, Han Jingyu said, "Are you repenting?"

"No, no!" Zhong Yuan categorically denied it. He didn't want to say that it was because Han Jingyu's good boy gave him an illusion of being attached, so he could only cover it up with a cough, and said to Han Jingyu with a serious face, "Don't let me say that, you will fight at school every day from now on!"

Han Jingyu said, "I'm not that boring."

"That's fine." Zhong Yuan looked at the thick wall of people in front of him, shook his head and said, "Okay, please let me—"

Those people listened to Zhong Yuan's words, and sure enough, they stepped aside all at once, but this time was the peak time of dining, and more than half of the school's people gathered outside the cafeteria, and the crowd lined up all the way to the stairs of the opposite library .

Zhong Yuan was afraid that Han Jingyu would be entangled, so he turned his head and grabbed Han Jingyu's hand without looking at it. He should have grabbed Han Jingyu's wrist. Unexpectedly, someone bumped Han Jingyu's arm. The son happened to grab Han Jingyu's palm, and the five fingers of the two were interlaced.

Zhong Yuan froze while holding Han Jingyu's arm, but he didn't look back. He pulled Han Jingyu through the crowd with big strides, but Han Jingyu didn't pull his hand away.

The author has something to say:

There must be H in Chapter [-]

But I know you are all good vegetarians, you don’t have any desire for meat, right hahahahahaha

He Wei: Who told me that I have a shameful purple potato PLAY Quan Weicheng × finally: Who told me that I have a 3P

Bai Yu: ...I am willing to kneel down and sing Conquer, just for reward

Stupid author: Huh?What are you all talking about?Too much wind—me!listen!No!See!