I cried, I pretended

The music in the bar was loud, and the men and women on the dance floor were dancing close to each other from time to time, shaking their heads to the deafening dance music.

And in such a messy environment, there were two teenagers sitting in a booth in the corner, which seemed out of place in the bar.

One of them was fair and handsome, with slightly curly black hair and lighter pupils than ordinary people, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off at a glance.

And he was lying on the table doing five-three, biting the tip of his pen and thinking about the problem while frowning.

The other boy was a little older than he looked, with stern eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and his lips were drawn into a straight line very habitually.

And he was looking down at the book, unmoved by the loud music around him, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Really annoying."

Song Mingwang muttered with a pen in his mouth, "Why are there so few homework assignments? The college entrance examination is almost here."

Cheng Wang looked up at him from the book, and reminded him calmly, "You'd better not say this to the teacher in front of everyone in the class."

Song Mingwang wondered how he knew he was planning to do this.

"But what I'm saying is the truth. Our class is too unmotivated, especially you. Look at what books you are still reading."

As he said that, he was about to lean his head up, flipping through the cover of the book in his hand.

When I saw the words "Quick Practice in English", the words I was planning to say suddenly stuck out, and it took me a long time to stop the words.

"... Anyway... Anyway, don't relax, understand?"

He thought that Cheng Wang was reading those messy books again, but he didn't expect that he was really studying.

Cheng Wang ignored him, knocked off his hand holding the pen, and frowned slightly.

"How many times have I told you not to hold your pen, are you a child?" He was helpless with these little habits of Song Mingwang.

Song Mingwang was not convinced when he heard this, he straightened his chest, and emphasized: "Please respect me! I am not a child, and I already have the qualities that a mature adult needs."

Cheng Jue looked at him coldly: "Huh? Is that so? Then who was the one who snatched Wangzai's milk candy from others yesterday?"

Song Mingwang blushed, stumbled and said, "...Anyway...it's not me anyway."

He is not good at lying, as long as he tells a lie, he will inevitably stutter, Cheng Wang looks funny, and doesn't expose it.

"Brother Lai, please take care of them. It's agreed that the college entrance examination will come here to play and relax. But what do you think they are doing?! Doing Wusan in a bar!"

Tang Qin pulled Lai Yue over and strongly urged him to arrest the two.

"Where did we lie to you?" Song Ming couldn't understand, so he raised Wusan in his hand as a matter of course, and frowned: "Isn't this relaxing?"

Tang Tan: "..."

Lai Yue sat down on the sofa and greeted Song Mingwang with a smile.

"Long time no see, kid, what's wrong with your hands? You're still studying with bandages on."

When Song Mingwang heard this title, he wondered why there was another one.So he hummed and ignored him.

Cheng Wang answered for him, and said in a deep voice, "I fell."

"Where did you fall?"

Cheng Huang calmly said: "My home."

"..."

Lai Yue raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "You two live together? Parents agree?"

Seeing that he misunderstood, Cheng Huang frowned and explained: "No."

Song Mingwang snorted, and reluctantly explained to Lai Yue: "I'm his teacher at his house."

"..."

Seeing his displeased look, Lai Yue smiled and said, "Are you still angry? You don't like the name kid? What do you call you? Could it be that you only agreed to the kid who called you Cheng Wang?"

Seeing his playful expression, Song Ming trembled anxiously, but couldn't utter a complete sentence, so he could only find foreign aid in the end.

I saw him tugging at the corner of Cheng Huang's clothes, and said in a vicious voice: "Call him!"

Cheng Huang touched his head, looked at the smiling Lai Yue, pursed his thin lips slightly.

"Stop teasing him."

Lai Yue laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, you see that you are covered now."

When Tang Tan mentioned this, he suddenly regained his energy, and complained bitterly and tearfully.

"Let me tell you Brother Lai, Brother Zhuan has multiple sex and forgetful friends. Just take what happened a few days ago. I used his pen, but he gave me a cold face and wiped the pen again and again. Song Mingwang Not to mention using his pen, even if he throws away his pen, maybe he won't even frown?"

"Who said that?" Song Mingwang poked his head out when he mentioned this, "He still has to frown."

Tang Tan: "..."

Lai Yue also became interested, and asked with a smile, "Why are you so sure?"

Song Mingwang muttered, "I messed up a poster in his room last time, and he just..."

After he finished speaking, he imitated Cheng Huang's frown, but it was really hard to learn, so he simply knit his eyebrows into a ball with his hands.

"Look, that's it."

Tang Tan: "...and then?"

"Then?" Song Mingwang was puzzled, "There is no after."

"..."

Tang Qin suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked tremblingly, "You're not talking about the signed star poster, are you?"

Song Mingwang scratched his head: "What's wrong?"

Tang Tan: "..."

He looked at Cheng Wang with a numb face, accusing him with sad eyes.

Why?Why did he hit his hand just by touching the poster?

Cheng Lu looked calm, and even raised his glass to take a sip of wine, turning a blind eye to his gaze.

Lai Yue and Cheng Wang were chatting about the future, while Tang Tan drank his own wine there, using the wine to relieve his worries, the more he drank, the more he worried.

Song Mingwang put it in his schoolbag after finishing five or three, then cleared his throat, and when everyone looked at him, he announced.

"I'm going to the toilet."

"..."

Cheng Huan: "So?"

Lai Yue: "...you don't want someone to accompany you to the toilet, do you?" Who would say that he is not a child!

Song Mingwang said sternly, "No, I just let you know."

"..."

The toilet in the bar is not difficult to find, Song Mingwang asked the waiter and found it smoothly.

He saw many drunks along the way, and he covered his mouth and nose in disgust. For him with a keen sense of smell, it was torture to find out that the vomit was mixed with the smell of alcohol.

He was wearing a blue and white school uniform with short sleeves, and he looked like a young student. With his good looks, he was easy to attract people's attention, let alone in the eyes of drunks with low control.

"Where did the students come from? Come out to play at such a young age? Why are your hands tied like this? Is it for fun or something?"

A well-mannered man in the corridor stopped him, but his tone was the same as his

My appearance looks extremely inconsistent, with a glib tongue, and it seems that I am the type who no longer suppresses his nature after drinking.

Song Mingwang lowered his face and looked at him. This is already the third person today who said he was too young.

He ground his molars and retorted, "I'm not young."

The man grinned with a deep meaning: "Well, you are not young, but you will only know this when you get it."

As he spoke, he was about to put his hands on his shoulders: "Is this the first time I've come out to play? Do you want my brother to take you to play?"

"playing what?"

The man smiled wretchedly, "Of course it's for fun."

Song Mingwang frowned, and felt a little disgusted at his skillful tone.

"Do you play often?"

"Of course." The man looked very proud.

Song Ming gave a look, and then picked up the phone to make a call.

"what are you doing?"

Song Mingwang looked at him, and said sternly, "Call the police, report whoring and prostitution."

"..."

After the man realized it, he hurriedly snatched his mobile phone, "Don't, don't, just talk if you have something to say."

Song Mingwang's phone fell to the ground during the fight, and the man kicked it away angrily.

"I advise you to know some rules. I understand that you don't have much knowledge now, but you'd better show me knowledge. You are a student, what do you use to fight me?"

Song Mingwang looked at him, frowned and asked, "Are you threatening me?"

The man sneered: "What's wrong with threatening you?"

Song Mingwang righteously said: "Threatening and intimidating others with violent language is a more serious crime."

As he spoke, he wanted to use his good hand to take the phone again.

The man's expression was slightly distorted. Seeing him squatting on the ground to pick up his mobile phone, he was suddenly furious after being stimulated by alcohol, and he raised his foot to step on his good hand.

As a result, before his feet hit the ground, he felt a sudden pain in his head, and before he could react, he was torn apart and fell to the ground, and he grinned in pain.

"Cheng Huan?"

Song Mingwang picked up the phone and looked over, seeing that Cheng Wang had arrived at some unknown time, he excitedly called his name but there was no response.

Because Cheng Wang was condescendingly looking down at the person lying on the ground at this time, with a cold face and cold eyes.