let loose

The content of the opening ceremony was more abundant than in previous years. After all the procedures were completed, it was already past twelve o'clock, and the official competition was scheduled until the afternoon.

After lunch, the sun poked its head out of the clouds again, and the treetops glowed with a light color.

The weather at the end of October is not hot, but it is a little warm in the sun, which makes people unconsciously want to be lazy.

The doors and windows of the Class [-] classroom were wide open, and the sunlight slanted into the room. Half of the blackboard was bright and half dark.

The game didn't start until two o'clock. At this moment, a large area of ​​the classroom was lying down, and some were nervous because of the game in the afternoon. They changed their positions over and over again, making small noises.

After Jiang Zhou finished solving two application problems, the corners of his eyes were really sore.For the mid-term exam, he stayed up for two days and nights, and now the tension has passed, and his eyes really can't hold it.He put down his pen, intending to relax for a while.

"Fuck me!"

As soon as his eyes were closed, before he had time to clear his brain to meet the drowsiness, he heard the boy sitting in the front seat swear, the voice was not loud, but it still seemed extremely abrupt in the quiet classroom atmosphere.

"Is this the monitor?"

Jiang Zhou closed his eyes and was about to go back to sleep, when he heard the front seat chatting with his deskmate, "Who is blocking him? Is this guy holding a knife?"

monitor?

Song Mian?

Knife?

In an instant, Jiang Zhou lost all sleepiness. He glanced at the empty seat beside him from the corner of his eye. His heart tightened instantly, his body was faster than his brain's reaction speed, and when he regained consciousness, he had already grasped the mobile phone at the front desk. .

"Sorry." He apologized.

Eyes fixed on the phone.

The two front desks looked at each other, silently silent.

Although they were at the front and back tables, the relationship between the two of them and Jiang Zhou was ordinary, in a state where they could be named but did not meet each other easily.On weekdays, the Xueshen gave people the impression that he was calm and indifferent, and this was the first time he had seen such a gaffe.

The screen of the mobile phone is frozen in the WeChat chat group, the private group of the sixth class. The messages are anonymous. The entire row is full of pictures. Roughly, there are about a dozen pictures. Most of the pictures are very blurry, and only people can be vaguely discerned. , it is not difficult to see the fear of the person who took the photo.

Song Mian bought some glucose out of school with the vice monitor, and Yang Luoluo should be the one taking the photo.Jiang Zhou was distracted to capture the memory, quickly swipe the page with his fingertips, clicked on a relatively clear photo, and suddenly broke into a sweat.

In the photo, there is half of Song Mian's body, and the other half is blocked by a man with a forearm covered in tattoos.Jiang Zhou has a memory of this familiar white tiger tattoo down the mountain.

I couldn't bear to think about it, and then a message popped up on the screen: The alley next to the milk tea shop at the entrance of Shengguang.

Come on man!

……

The cramped and narrow cement alleyway has not seen light for a long time, and the walls are covered with moss, which is very different from the exquisite stores outside the alley.

I don’t know if it’s because the restaurants and shops around the school have made an appointment to throw all the garbage here. The corners are full of garbage bags that have lost their color, vegetables that have been dried into dry grass, and rotten rice that has been rolled into cement. It's suffocating and makes people want to vomit.

Song Mian's thigh had just been kicked. It didn't hurt, but it was a little numb. He took two tactical steps back until his heel hit the shattered glucose bottle, making the sound of shattered glass.

He didn't expect that Lin Tingxi would show up at this time, and would help him regardless of the reason.

"Are you an idiot?" Lin Tingxi gasped as he was kicked by the tattooed man, "What are you doing?"

Song Mian pinched her thigh until she recovered from the pain, and hurried forward, pushed Yang Luoluo out of the alleyway, raised her leg and kicked Mo Xigan's ass.

Two against two, the two sides quickly fought together.The accident happened only in an instant. Yang Luoluo sent a distress signal in the class's private group, rushed to the road, and went to the guard room at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School to call for security.

Before she could run far, an anxious Jiang Zhou ran towards her on the road.

"Where is it?" Jiang Zhou asked.

Jiang Zhou was tall, and he came against the light. Yang Luoluo's heart beat wildly like thunder, his fear calmed down instantly, and he stopped being in a hurry. He gave up looking for the security guard, and turned around to take Jiang Zhou to the lane.

After all, he is still a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, and his physical strength and experience are far inferior to those of adults who have already been out of society.What's more, the other party is still holding a knife.

Song Mian struggled with the tattooed man for a few rounds. One of them didn't pay attention, and a bloody gash was cut on the right side of his face by the watermelon knife in the other's hand. The flesh burst open in an instant, and two blood beads came out from the tip of the knife. Below the tear mole at the corner of his eye.

"Song Mian!"

Yang Luoluo who rushed over was so startled that her screams broke down.

Song Mian was in a trance for a second, his brain froze for a moment, he fainted, then raised his hand to touch the tingling spot on the right side of his face, his fingertips were soon dyed bright red.

Before he could react further, footsteps suddenly came from behind him, and in the next moment, he felt the warm and broad chest on his back. It smelled like strong male hormones, that indescribable sense of security.

"It is you."

The tattooed man threw the watermelon knife in his hand, did a fancy trick in mid-air, then held the handle of the knife in his hand, pointing the tip at Jiang Zhou's heart.

"That's fine," he said, "tell me, who among you is the one who reported our casino."

"So much nonsense?" Lin Tingxi and Mo Xigan were still restraining each other. They went from standing to kneeling, and now lying down, with their four legs intertwined in an extremely strange posture.Lin Tingxi stretched his neck and yelled, "Hurry up and help me, my legs are fucking screwed up."

Jiang Zhou's scorching breath slapped his ears slowly, Song Mian blinked quickly, and was about to open his mouth to speak, when the back of his head was held by Jiang Zhou, and the other party pressed Song Mian's head forcefully on his own chest.

Out of the corner of his eye is Jiang Zhou's beautiful and fair neck line, which tightens or relaxes with his breathing.

Because of this posture, Song Mian's left ear was forced to touch Jiang Zhou's chest, feeling the violent beating there, he was stunned for a moment, and his face quickly turned red.

"roll."

Jiang Zhou stared coldly at the tattooed man wielding a knife.

The young man's voice and posture were already mature enough to confront the illiterate reckless ruffian face to face. The inherent nobility and long-term indifferent arrogance in his body made him even more imposing.

"Get out?" The tattooed man paused his knife-wielding hand, as if he had heard such a big joke, the corner of his mouth curled up in a hideous arc, "What the hell are you? I'll just ask you, who is it, report it This is all I’m asking about our casino.”

"No comment."

Jiang Zhou glanced at Song Mian's bright red hairband, and said with a hard face.

The vocabulary stored in the tattooed man's brain is limited, and his vocabulary of four-character idioms is limited to large and small, and happy. To him, no comment means the same as fuck/your mother, day/your father, etc. He rushed forward, "No comment? I'll beat you to sue grandpa today!"

Song Mian was startled, and struggled to raise his head, but Jiang Zhou refused to let him. The palm on the back of his head moved a little, covering his other exposed ear.

Jiang Zhou's palm was cold, not as hot as when holding hands before. Song Mian's ears shivered from the cold, but stopped struggling.

Both ears were blocked, and in the senses, only Jiang Zhou's rising and falling chest, faster and faster heartbeat, and intertwined breathing.

Then, Song Mian saw Jiang Zhou opened his mouth, the boy's inconspicuous Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, he couldn't hear what the other party said.

"Sue your mother/force!"

After Jiang Zhou covered Song Mian's ears tightly, he cursed the first swear word with organs in his life.

Then he raised his leg, and kicked off the tattooed man's watermelon knife with his toes effortlessly. Before the opponent could react, he quickly kicked the tattooed man's stomach. He kicked him back several steps.