The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

Waking up the next day, when Meng Xiangbei and Ye Jitang went out, they saw the girl with a bruised and swollen face.

Everyone surrounded her and comforted her, asking her what happened.

But the girl couldn't tell why, and was even a little scared.

She obviously locked the door, why did that person come and leave without a sound? Could it be that that person is a ghost! ?

Thinking of this possibility, the girl shivered.

"What happened to her?" Ye Jitang asked.

Meng Xiangbei shrugged his shoulders, glanced at it, and sneered slightly: "Probably because he didn't sleep well and fell to the ground."

Ye Jitang: "?" Falling on the ground will fall like this?

But Ye Jitang ignored her. After all, if it wasn't for this person, he and Meng Xiangbei wouldn't have had the misunderstanding yesterday.

However, he was also very grateful to him for making him realize the importance of himself in Meng Xiangbei's heart, and Meng Xiangbei was indeed changing.

The girl also saw Meng Xiangbei and Ye Jitang who were indifferent, but she was immersed in fear at this moment, and she had no time to provoke them at all.

Afterwards, Meng Xiangbei and Ye Jitang had a quiet time, and then a group of ten or so people took the bus again and went back to school.

In this outing, it is estimated that not many people live comfortably.

One day, Meng Xiangbei was in class when someone knocked on the desk.

"Meng Xiangbei, someone is looking for you outside."

After class, Meng Xiangbei sent a text message to Ye Jitang, and then walked to the playground.

I saw a slender boy standing under a tree in the playground.

The young man leaned against the tree casually, with a loose and somewhat impatient posture.

He was wearing a pair of black tight-fitting ripped leather pants and a purple dress with a big skull painted on his chest, baring his fierce teeth.

The boy's hair was dyed grandma's gray. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and the other held a cigarette in his mouth.

When the young man saw Meng Xiangbei walking towards him, he gave a slight snort.

"I thought you wouldn't come." The young man exhaled a smoke ring, his face was full of rebellion, and his eyes clearly showed disdain for Meng Xiangbei.

"What do you want from me?" Meng Xiangbei put his hands in his pockets with a calm expression.

The boy let out a "fuck" and opened his mouth to curse: "You don't fucking know why I came? Why didn't you pay me, and you blocked me, Meng Xiangbei, you are really promising."

The boy in front of him was Meng Xiangbei's younger brother, Meng Yisheng.

That day, when Meng Yisheng called and sent text messages asking for money, Meng Xiangbei blocked him.

In the past few days, Meng Yisheng couldn't contact Meng Xiangbei. When he came to Peking University, he was told that Meng Xiangbei was not at school. Today, he finally caught him.

"If you dare to blackmail me, believe it or not, I'll tell your parents, so you can't eat and walk around." Meng Yisheng skillfully threatened with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He knew that what his stupid brother longed for most was to be approved by his parents.

"Hurry up, call me the money. But this time you have to add it to [-]. I have made several trips." Meng Yisheng bit his cigarette, took out his phone from his pocket, and found out Received the WeChat payment code.

Meng Xiangbei was still unmoved, he said flatly: "I will not give you any more money in the future, and you will never come to Beijing University to look for me again."

Meng Yisheng raised his phoenix eyes and narrowed them slightly: "What the hell do you mean?"

"It's nothing interesting, it's just that my brain suddenly opened up, and I don't want you vampires to suck blood anymore."

"Fuck!" Meng Yisheng threw the cigarette in his mouth on the ground fiercely, kicked the toe of his shoe, tilted his head, and said with a hint of sternness: "Meng Xiangbei, what do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

Meng Yisheng spat hard on the ground. He didn't expect that his stupid brother would change after only a while, and become tough.

"Meng Xiangbei, are you not afraid that I will tell my parents that you bullied me?"

Meng Xiangbei didn't care: "Then you can tell."

"Meng Xiangbei, you are so kind. But let me tell you, if I come here today, I won't go back if I don't get paid."

Meng Xiangbei let out an "oh", and lazily raised his eyelids: "I didn't intend to let you go back like this."

Meng Yisheng was overjoyed from the bottom of his heart, did Meng Xiangbei still want to give him money?

Meng Xiangbei pinched the fingers of both hands, and the joints made a crisp sound. He moved and exclaimed, and said slowly: "There is something that I have wanted to do for a long time."

His face was expressionless, his eyes were indifferent, and he exuded a fierce aura.

Meng Yisheng frowned: "What are you going to do? Could it be that you are going to hit me?" There was sarcasm in his tone.

"That's right." Meng Xiangbei said.

Meng Yisheng sneered. You must know that Meng Xiangbei had never hit him since he was a child. The only time he was pushed because of a toy was when he was a child.

At that time, he was admitted to the hospital, and Meng Xiangbei was tortured by his parents until he lost half of his life.

From then on, his stupid brother listened to him in everything, no matter how much he did, he would not resist.

Because of the deep-rooted understanding of Meng Xiangbei for more than ten years, Meng Yisheng did not think that Meng Xiangbei would beat him.

So, he took out another cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath: "Since you want to hit, then hit it, it's best to hit hard, whoever doesn't hit is a coward!"

In Meng Yisheng's eyes, his elder brother was born tall and big, and even got admitted to the famous Beijing University, but he was like a puppet. When he was in the mother's womb, he absorbed the nutrition that should belong to him, causing him to die when he was born. Almost died, and was always sick since childhood, Meng Xiangbei deserved to serve him all his life, this is what he owed him.

Therefore, he didn't think that Meng Xiangbei would beat him, and he wouldn't dare to give him ten guts.

In fact, as soon as he finished speaking, Meng Xiangbei punched him, followed by Meng Yisheng's cry of pain.

"Fuck you, Meng Xiangbei, you dare to hit me."

"Stop it, if you beat me badly, your parents won't let you go."

"Ah, it hurts, Meng Xiangbei, you can't hit me, have you forgotten that you owe me?"

"Stop hitting, I was wrong, I was wrong."

In the end, Meng Xiangbei found the lighter and cigarettes from Meng Yisheng's pocket, and threw the boy to the ground.

Ignoring the young man moaning in pain on the ground, he took out a cigarette, clicked it, turned on the lighter, lit the cigarette, his movements were smooth and smooth, and he was indescribably handsome and ruffian.

He kicked Meng Yisheng with his toe and said, "I won't give you another penny in the future, and you don't come to Beijing University again. Otherwise, I will beat you every time I see you. Even if you do it, I'm not afraid. There is one more sentence I want to give you."

Meng Xiangbei squatted down, exhaled a smoke ring, and the smoke ring lingered on the boy's face: "I don't owe you anything."

When he said these words, Meng Xiangbei only felt that the depression that had been suffocating in his heart dissipated.

After finishing speaking, Meng Xiangbei extinguished the cigarette, threw the cigarette and lighter on the ground in front of Meng Yisheng, put his hands in his pockets, turned and left without hesitation.

The boy lying on the ground raised his head, revealing a pair of sinister eyes.

At this moment, a charming girl in a short skirt walked up to the boy and said in a sweet voice, "You, are you okay..."