Specific gravity

Brother Cen has a high level of force, while Zhao Zhao relies on his brain power to navigate the rivers and lakes

Xuan Zhao suddenly leaned closer, the collar of the loose shirt was already loose, Cen Baiyan's angle just happened to be able to see his delicate collarbone clearly.

The word "little friend" lowered the volume and elongated the tone, and the simple address was given a bit of pampering by him for no reason, as if...as if an adult was teasing an ignorant child.

Cen Baiyan grew up to be 19 years old, no matter his appearance, height or grades, he was the best among his peers. He was used to being "Brother Yan" and had never been called a "kid".On the contrary, the little bartender named Xuan Zhao looked so weak that he would collapse at the first blow, and he looked much "smaller" than the high school students at their table.

"Hey, you," Cen Baiyan leaned back on the sofa, his posture relaxed, and his chin raised, "How can you tell that I am young, please explain carefully."

Chen Wei's ability to grab pornographic information is very good, he glanced at the position below Xuan Zhao's belt with malicious intentions, and said with a smirk: "Yes, since you said we are small, why don't you go to the toilet to compare?"

"Oh!" The girl who was leaning against Cen Baiyan realized that she covered her face shyly and patted Cen Baiyan's arm, "You're dead!"

Xuan Zhao seemed to be born with a good temper, and he only looked at Cen Baiyan among the crowd: "Well, well, you are not young."

He used "you" instead of "you", giving people the feeling that he only paid attention to Cen Baiyan.

When he said this, he shook his head helplessly, his slightly longer bangs flicked on his eyelids twice, and there was a gentle smile in his voice.

Cen Boyan felt a little strange, he always felt that Xuan Zhao was teasing him like a puppy, and he raised his eyelids to look, and happened to meet Xuan Zhao's smiling eyes.

Colorful lanterns were swaying in the bar, Xuan Zhao's thin, soft and long eyelashes were shining brightly, his eyes were dark pupils, and the tails of the eyes were raised, making everyone look affectionate.

Cen Baiyan's throat twitched, feeling his mouth dry for no reason, Xuan Zhao suddenly stood up again, as if the slight lingering gaze just now was just Cen Baiyan's unilateral illusion.

"Big friends," Xuan Zhao said kindly, "what would you like to order?"

Chen Wei bluffed and knocked on the table twice: "What nonsense, just follow the order just now!"

"Well, it doesn't matter what you say," the smile on Xuan Zhao's face deepened, and he turned to look at Cen Baiyan, put the wine list on the table, and pushed it over with one finger, "Let the biggest boss Friends choose."

Cen Baiyan reached out to take the wine list, and Xuan Zhao's fingertips touched the back of Cen Baiyan's hand as if unintentionally——

“Milk beer and white sangria are both good options.”

Cen Baiyan subconsciously stopped: "Just these two."

"Damn it!" Chen Wei yelled unhappily, "What's the point of coming to a bar without drinking!"

"What do you want to drink?" Cen Baiyan punched him, "Tomorrow is eight in the morning, and it's still fucking old impermanence class. If you want to die, don't take me with you!"

Lao Wuchang is their high mathematics teacher, a middle-aged man in his 50s, with a bald head as bright as spring, but he treats students as harshly and ruthlessly as winter.

Chen Wei was woken up by his punch and snoring, thinking about Lao Wuchang's face blacker than the blackboard, he was speechless immediately.

"Okay, five glasses of milk beer, six glasses of white sangria," Xuan Zhao took the initiative to distribute the drinks for them.

The girl fiddled with her curly hair, and looked curiously at the dance floor: "Bo Yan, let's go over there and have a look, it's so lively!" As she spoke, she climbed ten fingers on Cen Baiyan's arm.

Cen Baiyan frowned. It has only been more than a month since school started, and he has been pestered for a full month. He thought it would be honorable to have a beautiful woman running behind him, but he became impatient after a long time.He was thinking of reasons to refuse, when he heard the steady and gentle voice of Xuanzhao stream: "Sit down obediently, don't run around, some events are only for adults to participate in, not suitable for children."

"Fuck!" Chen Wei was furious, and was very unhappy with Xuan Zhao's behavior of treating them like babies, "You're still kicking your nose and slapping your face! If you don't want to go to grandpa, I will go, Bo Yan, let's go, let's go! "

"You fucking shut up!" Cen Baiyan glanced at Chen Wei impatiently.

Xuan Zhao bowed his head and smiled softly, then turned to place an order for them.

It wasn't until he walked a few steps that Cen Baiyan realized that the little bartender was crippled. Although it wasn't particularly obvious, his slightly limping posture couldn't be concealed when he walked.His shoulders were tensed, as if he was trying to look like a healthy and normal person.

"Hey," Chen Wei whistled, "Lame man! You still come out to work when you're like this, you're physically disabled and strong!"

Cen Baiyan took a second look at the back of Xuan Zhaoshen, who had one foot deep and one foot shallower, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and while lighting the fire, said vaguely: "Don't fucking say a few words."

Chen Wei said with a hippie smile: "If I knew he was disabled earlier, I wouldn't be serious with him. What if he came to touch Cier?"

"Can people touch you?" Cen Baiyan smacked his eyes and said with disgust, "You think too highly of yourself."

He didn't know where he got the confidence to make this judgment, he just felt that the little cripple spoke and acted like a particular person, not the kind of dubious little bastard.

"Hey, I found out that your elbows are turning outward," Chen Wei said, "Aren't you a buddy!"

Everyone at the table was laughing and laughing, only Yang Shuo remained silent, lowered his head timidly, and didn't know what to be afraid of.

After a few minutes there was a commotion on the other side of the dance floor.

Chen Wei stood up and looked over there: "Hey, hey, it seems like a fight has started, there's something exciting to watch!"

"Don't join in the fun," Cen Baiyan nodded his cigarette at him, motioning for him to sit down, "I haven't finished my math paper yet, so go back early."

"If you don't do it, then don't do it," Chen Wei looked at the dance floor without thinking it was a big deal, "Anyway, Luo Xiaoxiao finished it, so I can't copy it for you."

Luo Xiaoxiao was the girl who had a crush on Cen Baiyan, and her ears burned when she heard this: "What are you talking about!"

Then he leaned on Cen Baiyan again: "Boyan, I finished the paper, if you want."

"No, no," Cen Baiyan quickly moved to the other side, hooked Yang Shuo's neck and said, "I'll just copy this nerd's."

Yang Shuo had been silent for a long time, but at this moment he suddenly raised his head, as if someone who did something wrong had turned himself in: "Bo Yan, I have something to confess to you, in fact, last week I—"

"Fuck|Your uncle's dead cripple!"

Before the words fell, a huge roar came from the other side of the dance floor.

"What's wrong with touching your ass|butt, you dare to slap me if you touch you, right?" Ah? Who is really pure here to sell wine, who are you pretending to be with? You, I have to see how much your ass is worth today!"

"I | Wipe!" Chen Wei stared round, "It seems that the cripple caused trouble!"

Cen Baiyan frowned.

The DJ stopped playing discs and stood on the stage at a loss. The men and women on the dance floor were also honest, and they ran away when they were timid.

Xuan Zhao was pushed to the ground, some kind of wine was poured on his body, and he got wet, his white shirt was clinging to his body.

A tall, thick, flower-armed man was followed by a few younger brothers, looking down at Xuan Zhao, with naked obscenity in his eyes: "The average person's night package is only [-] yuan a night, and it's worth a cap price for someone like you, but you He's a cripple, and he has to be beaten in half."

As he spoke, he kicked Xuanzhao's left knee with his toe, and made an "eight" sign: "How about this, you can serve our brothers at once, and I will give you this number."

The younger brothers who followed him let out obscene laughter with malicious intentions.

The onlookers looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one dared to come up to help.

Xuanzhao put one hand on the ground, struggled to prop up his upper body, then knelt on one knee with his right foot—his left leg couldn’t bear the strength, so he had to put all his weight on the right—slowly and with difficulty stood up.

"This gentleman," he straightened his back, articulated clearly, neither humble nor overbearing, "it's useless for you to give me a few digits. I'm going to serve drinks to the guests. Please make way."

"You don't want to drink a toast, don't you?" The flower-armed man snorted coldly. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Cen Baiyan and the others striding towards this side, so he picked up a beer bottle and threw it at Xuan Zhao, " Fuck|Your uncle--"

Xuan Zhao closed his eyes, subconsciously raised his arms to block.

"boom--"

The glass splashed everywhere, but the expected pain did not strike. One arm wrapped around his waist, pushing him to the side. Xuanzhao's toes slightly lifted off the ground, and then landed firmly again.

Cen Baiyan neatly pulled Xuan Zhao aside, Xuan Zhao opened his eyes with lingering fear, and met Cen Baiyan's sharp jaw: ".Why is it you?"

His slightly short breath fell on Cen Baiyan's neck. Cen Baiyan had several girlfriends, but he had never been so close to a man, so he immediately let go of Xuan Zhao, and tapped the broken glass with his toe: "Will you Without me, my little friend, what is being smashed now is your head."

Xuan Zhao, who had been smiling all the time, couldn't laugh now, grabbed Cen Baiyan's wrist, and said in a low voice, "It's none of your business, take your classmates and leave quickly."

"Hey! Acting like a hero?" The flower-armed man snorted coldly, "Young man, you want to fuck this cripple too? Is your hair all grown?"

A group of people headed by the flower-armed man let out a burst of laughter.

Xuan Zhao pursed his lips tightly, grabbed Cen Baiyan's hand, and was about to walk out without saying a word.

"Trouble," Cen Baiyan shook off Xuan Zhao, and exhaled irritably, "My goal this semester is to get a first-class scholarship, and I didn't want to fight."

The flower-armed man gave his middle finger: "San Haosheng, hurry home and drink milk, if you really can't bear it, just masturbate yourself, this is not suitable for you."

Cen Baiyan turned his head and patted Xuan Zhao on the shoulder: "Stay away from yourself, some projects can only be participated by adults, you—"

He raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile, "It's not suitable for children."

Xuan Zhao: "What time is it, why don't you?"

"My first class will soon be gone because of you, 5000 yuan," Cen Baiyan didn't wait for Xuanzhao to finish speaking, turned to look at the man with flower arms, and said seriously, "I'm very unhappy."

The flower-armed man didn't take it seriously: "So?"

"So," Cen Baiyan smiled modestly, "You may have to be patient."

Before the flower-armed boy could react, a fierce punch quickly hit his face. Cen Baiyan punched him in the face. The flower-armed boy didn't expect a teenage boy to have such strong hands, and he took a few steps back after being beaten.

"Are you worthy of taking Joe here?" Cen Baiyan grabbed his collar, "Who the hell are you?"

On the second floor of the bar, Uncle Gong's figure was hidden in the darkness, quietly watching what happened below.

It wasn't until Cen Baiyan made a move, and the gang of the flower-armed man wrestled with Chen Wei and the others, that he turned his head to the headset and said, "Okay, let's go."

"What are you doing!" The security guard at the bar came late, "Who is making trouble here!"