He doesn't want to make green tea

Zhang Yu wanted to follow up secretly to have a look, but there was no one in the corridor soon after class, and it would be too abrupt to keep following, so he had to lower his head and look up from time to time.

The consequence of raising his head from time to time is that he lost track.

After a few corners, Zhang Yu raised his head again and didn't see the two of them again. He looked around and saw that he was the only one left in the corridor. After thinking about it, he turned into a bathroom and listened to the movement outside.

If the two really fight, they must find a nearby bathroom to deal with the wound.

After a while, someone came in.

The footsteps sounded brisk, but not like Lowe.

Listening to the movement, Zhang Yu came out of the bathroom, and sure enough, he saw Lian Yuanqing.

Before entering the toilet, he also thought that the two of them would come to the toilet to tidy up after the fight, but at most, their faces were injured or their clothes were dirty to rinse, so Zhang Yu chose the nearest toilet to guard.

He didn't expect things to be completely different.

Lian Yuanqing was the only one in the toilet, but he took off half of his school uniform jacket, revealing a beautiful but thin upper body with muscular lines, with a somewhat decadent beauty. Caused by kicking.

Was it Loewy?

Zhang Yu was taken aback. He used to think that the bad relationship between the two was just a petty affair. At first glance, he didn't react to the scene.

Hearing the movement, Lian Yuanqing looked back at Zhang Yu, his eyes were cold, and for a moment he regained that fake smile, but his tone was indescribably cold:

"Where did Lowe dig the rat?"

This person really remembered Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu stared at Lian Yuanqing's exposed skin without hesitation, and pretended to get closer: "Are you injured?"

He showed concern in his eyes, ignored Lian Yuanqing's sarcasm, raised his fingertips slightly, and pointed to the man's abdomen.

Lian Yuanqing's complexion gradually darkened, his eyes were cold and swishing, as if he often had peach blossom eyes on weekdays, and his eyes showed threats: "If other people know about this, you will die in an ugly way."

A young master with power and money, Zhang Yu would have run far away in his previous life, but now Zhang Yu, who has a mission, is not afraid at all. He nodded lightly, as if he was used to such things: " I won't tell, it's a secret."

He even took a few steps closer to Lian Yuanqing, who looked like a wounded animal baring his teeth: "May I help you get the medicine? If you don't take medicine, the wound will heal very slowly."

His eyes are gentle, giving people the illusion that he is easy to get close to, especially when he bows his head slightly to say caring words, his usually cold eyes are very gentle, it seems that it doesn't matter if he confides all the secrets to him.

Although Lian Yuanqing's gaze was cold and hard, he didn't make a sound. Zhang Yu lifted his foot to the door, and just walked a few steps when someone grabbed his wrist from behind.

When he turned his head, Lian Yuanqing's eyes were scrutinized, but he didn't say anything in the end.

When he went to find Lian Yuanqing with the medicine, he met Luo Wei who had just arrived at the door of the class. Luo Wei looked normal and didn't seem to be injured, but when he saw Zhang Yu, he seemed to have noticed the medicine bottle in this person's hand, but In the end, without saying anything, I went to the classroom.

Lian Yuanqing has already found an empty classroom, sitting on the ground between desks and desks, his clothes are well dressed, and his appearance has changed, without the sharp edges and corners just now.

Zhang Yu handed him the medicine, but the man didn't take it. He just sat on the ground and looked up at Zhang Yu obediently: "It's all on my waist, how can I rub it myself?"

"Good classmate, why don't you help me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yu slowly squatted down, tearing off the clothes on Lian Yuanqing's back like a piece of dead pork. For him, this matter itself is not difficult, and he is very good at giving people medicine , in his eyes, human flesh is almost like a piece of pigskin.

Zhang Yu's technique is very skillful, and Lian Yuanqing's back slapped/slapped, and the latter finally couldn't help but look back at him:

"Your trick, isn't it Loewe who came here for revenge?"

Zhang Yu restrained himself a little after hearing the words, and asked abruptly, "Then why did he beat you?"

Lian Yuanqing snorted: "If we don't like each other, we'll fight. Do you think we're like people who can play together?"

They have very different personalities, Zhang Yu is a sensitive person, he can tell, but said seriously: "Like, you two have so many hobbies in common, why can't you hang out together?"

After the medicine was finished, Lian Yuanqing leaned back:

"Because I can't stand him pretending to be aggressive. The fact is that he is nothing but a good family background. He is still pretending to be noble here, which is disgusting."

Does pretense mean that Luo Wei lives in a broken building?Zhang Yu thought about it, and he really couldn't understand Luo Wei.

The latter looked at him with a smile again: "However, I like you quite a bit, so don't like him anymore, why don't you play with me?"

Zhang Yu immediately showed the posture of Master Duan Shui: "I hope you have no conflicts."

Lian Yuanqing cut it.

The bell for class had already rang, and the two of them only communicated here, and then went back to the classroom together.

Zhang Yu deliberately took a few steps late, and entered the door behind Lian Yuanqing. The person in front of him paused for a moment, and before Zhang Yu could react, he dragged him into the classroom.

The classroom was originally in a mess, but the moment the two of them entered the door, it became quiet, and the eyes of the students were a little complicated for a while.

Everyone knew that Lian Yuanqing and Luo Wei had a bad relationship, and Zhang Yu liked Luo Wei very much. Seeing the two of them entering the door together, they thought Zhang Yu was being troubled by Lian Yuanqing.

Zhang Yu returned to her seat, thinking about these things all afternoon.

Maybe he can use the relationship between Luo Wei and Lian Yuanqing to get close to Lian Yuanqing. The No.2 Lian Yuanqing on the list seems to be much closer than Luo Wei.

Until school was over, Zhang Yu was thinking about these things. After entering the community, he kept his head down. It was not until he was almost downstairs that he saw the people waiting for him by the flower bed.

It was the first time he saw Zhang Feng downstairs.

Whether in his previous life or in this life, his nominal father rarely took the initiative to find him.

After his mother passed away, Zhang Yu was thrown to his grandmother, who was over 60 years old, and only provided basic alimony. Zhang Feng did not visit Zhang Yu for many years afterwards.

Zhang Yu remembers very clearly that one autumn, his hometown lost 1 yuan in farming, and the big earthen pot at home did not have a piece of meat to eat for half a month. The overnight train went into the city to find Zhang Feng.

At that time, Zhang Yu was wearing small cloth shoes with ice cream stains on them. He was sitting on the soft sofa in Xing’s villa, and he couldn’t help looking around. He had never seen such a big house in his life, and the softest bed in his hometown was not so soft. , I don't know where to put my feet.

And beside him was his old, worn-out grandmother, whose clothes cost only 100 yuan. Even though the clothes were newly bought for going out, they were still not as well-dressed as Xing's nanny. hand, waited all afternoon.

That time, they didn't even see Zhang Feng's people, and were sent out by several nannies.

At that time, little Zhang Yu knew very well that Zhang Feng didn't want to recognize him, but his grandmother kept lying to comfort Zhang Yu, saying that his father was just too busy.

You can throw the suitcase to the school, and you can drive Zhang Yu out of the house. For his own good life, Zhang Feng doesn't care about Zhang Yu's life or death.

Recalling the memory, Zhang Yu looked at Zhang Feng again.

This person must have been waiting for him for a long time, sitting on the edge of the flower bed that lacked a piece of cement, without even a chair, looking a bit embarrassed, and also coincided with the appearance of grandma in Zhang Yu's memory. Although he was sitting upright, he looked around, waiting for Zhang Yu to come home .

The stagnant water on the ground was dirty, the man raised his foot in disgust, and threw the cigarette butt into the water.

Since he moved out of his stepmother's house, this was the first time this man came to this broken building.

Zhang Yu didn't take the initiative to go up to call this man's father as usual.

"Zhang Yu." Faced with the other party's neglect, Zhang Feng, who was still holding his face, finally stood up, frowned, lowered his voice, and reprimanded, "Why did you go?"

It's not that he cares about Zhang Yu, but he just asked Zhang Yu why he kept him waiting for so long.

If it was changed to before, Zhang Yu must have started to apologize.

But this time Zhang Yu passed him, as if he hadn't heard it, and went upstairs without turning his head. Zhang Feng was taken aback, and looked back at the spineless son in his memory in surprise. This time, he completely ignored him. After a while Only then did I remember to catch up again.

He grabbed Zhang Yu's arm.

Zhang Yu was skinny, so he was pulled back immediately, Zhang Feng said forcefully, "I have something to tell you."

Zhang Yu snorted, and there was no emotion in his eyes: "The consultation fee is [-] for half an hour."

Zhang Feng's face was ugly: "What are you talking about?"

Zhang Yu didn't talk to him too much, and wanted to go upstairs again. Zhang Feng had no choice but to let out a sigh of relief, and took out his mobile phone to scan the code: "Anyway, we need to collect money, is it okay now?"

His face was very ugly, and Zhang Yu was a little happier when he saw this: "Let's talk, I don't have much time, and I have other clients."

Party A is much more generous than this soft rice man.

Zhang Feng's anger was already welling up. Although he was a nanny in the Xing family, he always considered himself superior in front of people like Zhang Yu, and couldn't bear Zhang Yu's disrespectful words.

"Didn't you not be interested in painting before? Why did you suddenly join?"

His tone was not pleasant, and the corners of Zhang Yu's mouth twitched. Ever since he won against Xing Yuxing, he knew that Zhang Feng would come to him sooner or later, but he didn't expect this person to be so confident.

"Your home hosts the competition?"

Zhang Yu was not polite at all, with a look of contempt. Zhang Feng seemed to try his best to control his emotions, and took a deep breath: "Your brother hasn't been to school for a long time."

Zhang Yu sneered: "Because you have no face to face people?"

"Because you stole his No.1 and accused him of plagiarism."

Zhang Feng seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. He didn't know why Zhang Yu, the son of Zhang Yu, was so calm in front of him, as if he didn't have any emotional fluctuations at all. One day, the dog bared its teeth at him, and he wanted to break Zhang Yu's dog's leg.

Zhang Yu's eyes were indifferent: "I haven't done what you said, why don't you ask your precious son what he has done himself."

"I'm not curious about what he did." Zhang Feng took out a bank card, "There is 5 yuan in it, which is enough for your subsequent high school studies and tuition fees for the first semester of university, to buy your painting quota."

"I know what you're planning." He was like an adult who was forced to be helpless by a child's unreasonable troubles, "You want to attract my attention, you want me to recognize you, to see you, whether it is running away from home, grabbing Anything from Yuxing..."

For Zhang Feng, Zhang Yu was the cause of everything. In his eyes, all Zhang Yu's actions were just to get other people's attention, but he was blamed by his family: "But I already have a new family. , with my pursuit as a father, if you destroy a family because of your own selfish desires, it is really selfish."

If it were Zhang Yu from before, his eyes would have been hot with grievances, and then he would be easily tricked into giving his own things by Zhang Feng's preaching "I am forced to be helpless, don't be ignorant".

He did show himself before because he wanted attention.

Because going home and getting attention is what Zhang Yu wants most. If someone comes to him, no matter what the purpose of the other party is, Zhang Yu will agree, and will always find problems from himself.

But seeing these people again now, Zhang Yu just wanted them to have a hard time, so he smiled:

"I'm overwhelmed, I can't be more selfish than you, Dad. After all, you are carrying a life on your back for the sake of your so-called good life."

Zhang Feng's face became even uglier in an instant: "Her death has nothing to do with me!"

Zhang Yu sneered and interrupted him directly: "Get your attention? Do you think you deserve it?"

The contempt in Zhang Yu's eyes was clear at a glance. It was a look that rarely appeared on him in the past. He looked Zhang Feng up and down, as if looking at a piece of garbage, and spit out: "You don't even look at it, eat it alone. It's just a married man with soft rice, and I don't like picking up trash."

These words directly hit Zhang Feng's sore spot. What he hated the most in his life was when others said that he was soft food, not to mention that the person who said such words was his son who should have been in awe of him.

"I do these things only because I can do better than him, not only better than him, but I will have a better life than any of you in the future."

Zhang Yu's gaze was very tough, which was something that Little Green Tea, who only wanted to please people before, had never done before.

Zhang Feng immediately blushed, and slapped Zhang Yu on the face with a slap: "Bastard, who are you talking to?"

Zhang Yu was beaten to the side of the head. Zhang Feng's palm was bigger and stronger, and the slap just hit the injured part. Not only did he have a headache, but his face also hurt. Zhang Yu's eyes turned black from the pain.

Without even thinking about it, Zhang Yu couldn't even see clearly, so he directly took out his remaining half can of Coke and splashed it on Zhang Feng's face.

The latter was stunned by the cold liquid. The expensive clothes and meticulously groomed hair were all drenched into soaked chicken feathers, sticky and damp.

Before the man could react, Zhang Yu threw the Coke can directly on Zhang Feng's face, and quickly ran into the corridor.

He is not considered a strong high school student, he can't beat Zhang Feng, the way to not suffer is to run quickly.

Zhang Feng was so angry that things didn't go well, and now he was even more angry. He wanted to catch someone and teach him a lesson, and rushed into the corridor to chase Zhang Yu. He insisted on giving this little bastard some color and interrupting him one leg.

Hearing the sound of Zhang Yu running upstairs, he also rushed in.

At the same time, a boy came out from the water room on the side of the first floor, wearing loose white short sleeves, holding a tooth cup in his hand, and collided with Zhang Feng who rushed in.

Zhang Feng was in pain from being bumped, and just wanted to yell at him.

When he raised his head, he saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, but he fell silent for a moment.

The young man is beautiful, but very indifferent, his eyes are always cold, looking at Zhang Feng.

It turned out to be Lowe?He also lives in this building?

The anger in his belly didn't vent, even if Zhang Feng was dizzy with anger, he couldn't find Luo Wei to be unhappy, so he had to resist the stickiness on his body, and said to the boy: "Please let me go, I'm going to find someone. "

Lowe didn't move.

Although he has the youthfulness of a young man, he is tall and standing on two steps, which makes people feel oppressive:

"Do you have an access card?"

Of course Zhang Feng didn't. He said in surprise, "This dilapidated building still needs an access card? I'm looking for my son, he's not a bad guy."

Luo Wei seemed to think that he was annoying, and spread his palms: "You need an access control card, and you can't enter without an access control card. It doesn't matter whether you are looking for a son or a father."