Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

I don't know if the other party's tone was too natural, or those blue-gray eyes were too confusing, but after Song Zui realized it, he had already paid 170 yuan for the other party.

He looked down at the small ticket in his hand, and his heart ached, but the man was very happy to walk out with his clothes on, as if he regarded him as a generous benefactor.

The boy felt that he needed to have a frank and honest talk. He didn't have any intention of taking care of a male model. He just offered help in saving money out of sympathy. He definitely didn't mean to spend his own money on the other party.

Working part-time is not a problem for him, he can easily earn [-] a day on the construction site, but he wants to devote his time to studying, and he does not want to spend time working part-time during school.

Song Zui put away the list and followed up, speaking tactfully.

"Although there are not many places to spend money in school, and you don't need to buy books or physical equipment, the daily cost of living is still relatively high. I usually don't even want to drink a cup of milk tea. Today I bought you clothes for 170 yuan and [-] cents. .”

He corrected himself rigorously: "170, five yuan and eight cents."

Song Zui thought that the other party would be more or less guilty, but the man stopped and raised his eyebrows and asked, "If you don't have money, you can learn how to keep a male model?"

This made his unspoken words stuck in his throat. It was impossible to say in person that it was because you cried too much that day, and with the other party's narrow-minded temper, you could pluck out your own curly hair.

He walked slowly behind to organize his words, and after an unknown period of time, he finally mustered up the courage: "Let's not meet again in the future."

It cost five yuan for the first meeting, five yuan for the last meeting, and 180 yuan for this meeting. I don’t know how much it will cost for the next meeting. In short, he is a man he can’t afford.

Before waiting for the other party's reply, Song Zui, who was bowing his head, couldn't help raising his head, but when he raised his head, he found that the other party had already left.

He Shanting walked into a beverage store, the air was filled with the smell of essence, and it seemed that he could feel the diffuse dust.

There are not many people in the drink shop at night.

The clerk was not sure that the expensively dressed man in front of him would buy milk tea, so he asked cautiously, "Excuse me, what do you want to buy?"

At this moment, He Shanting's mobile phone rang, and he answered the phone after placing the order, and Assistant Fang, who was reporting to work, finally dialed the phone, and what he heard was the voice of the milk tea shop.

Assistant Fang showed strong surprise on his face. He Shanting was very picky about tea drinking. Every year, he would ask people to collect good tea from home and abroad, and after boiling, serve them in fine porcelain cups and saucers.

The collapse of the NASDAQ index is not as scary as He Shanting buying milk tea. Unless the only glass of water left in the world is milk tea, his boss will not drink it.

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked, "Where are you?"

Assistant Fang was holding the sorted documents in his hands, but what he heard was a man's cold voice: "Look at the children outside."

He has an impression of this child: "Is it the child who was suspected of being rebellious last time?"

He Shanting hummed lightly, and glanced at the clothes in his hands: "It's not particularly rebellious."

And Song Zui waited on the spot for almost 15 minutes, wrapped in clothes and standing in the wind, the reason why he didn't call was because he was afraid that the other party would charge him money.

He made up his mind that when the other party came back, he said that he would not meet in the future. Not long after this idea came to his mind, the man with outstanding looks came out of the night.

The other party brought him the milk tea in his hand. The milk froth was covered with thick cream. The young man who hadn't drunk milk tea for a long time couldn't help but took the paper cup.

There was still a slight residual warmth on the place where the body of the cup touched. His fingers trembled subconsciously before he held the milk tea, took a sip and asked, "How much will I give you?"

"Give it away for nothing."

The man lowered his eyes and said.

This made Song Zui speechless. He went to buy milk tea for himself just because of one sentence. He was thinking about how to separate the relationship between the two, but the other party just cared that he didn't drink the milk tea he liked.

He scratched his hair, dismissed his thoughts and told him earnestly: "When we meet in the future, don't buy too expensive things."

The man leaned down and looked at him at the same level, so the distance between the two was extremely close, and he could clearly see the misty pupils of the other party.

His whole body froze, the hot air seemed to freeze into warm breath, but the other party just calmly said in his ear: "I will try my best."

In the bar, Yin Zihan was sitting on a deck drinking bottles, and a friend with yellow hair beside him asked, "Brother Yin, what's wrong with you today?"

"Someone set me up at school."

When Yin Zihan thought of the test paper, his temples on both sides couldn't help but twitch. Song Zui was sure that he would change the test paper. He even imitated the handwriting and got the same score. It was clear that it was a trick, but he was bluffed by the boy's calmness at the time .

"Who dares to trick you?" Huang Mao asked suspiciously.

Yin Zihan has practiced high jump since he was a child, and his 1.8 meters is full of muscles. In addition, he has many friends in and out of school and no one dares to provoke him. He wonders who is so courageous.

"Forget it with a nerd."

Yin Zihan waved his hand and didn't want to pursue it further. It wasn't because he was too generous. Song Zui was either in the library or in the laboratory all day long. He couldn't find a chance to teach the boy a lesson.

It was late at night when they walked out of the bar, and it was a coincidence that Yin Zihan saw the young man walking in the deserted road with sharp eyes. He pointed to the front and said, "That's the short guy."

Song Zui and the two were walking on the road. He was keenly aware that someone was watching him. When he turned his head to look at the bar, the man beside him suddenly asked, "Do you usually like to go to bars?"

He didn't expect the other party to ask this question, so he immediately looked away and explained: "I go to the library every day at school, and I never fight or make trouble. I usually don't even play games, and I only go to bars occasionally."

The young man explained solemnly that although he went to bars and became a male model, he was still a good boy, He Shanting raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

Yin Zihan and the three who followed were waiting for an opportunity, and finally the older man beside Song Zui answered the phone and left.

He walked over to scare the boy who was alone: ​​"You didn't expect to see me, did you?"

Yin Zihan originally planned to expose this matter just like this, but he blamed Song Zui for being unlucky, leaving the school early and late, but he was walking on the road at this time.

The young man's expression was quite calm, he glanced at the direction the man left and said, "Let's change places."

Yin Zihan almost laughed out loud, Song Zui was dumbfounded, and at this moment he was still turning and turning into a narrow alley, there was no monitoring on the road, and it was so deserted that he could hear the wind passing through the halls and alleys.

Of course he couldn't wish for this, and he followed the boy into the alley, the more remote the place, the easier it is for him to attack, and Song Zui would have nowhere to cry.

I don't know how long it took for the boy to stop on a flat ground without even a place to hide. Yin Zihan didn't know what to say to his classmate who could only study hard.

Yin Zihan smelled of alcohol all over, and under the influence of alcohol, he was extremely excited: "Song Zui, do you know what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"At this time, you still pretend that I knew that I would change that test paper from the very beginning, and deliberately imitated my handwriting. Don't think that sports students have no brains." He moved his wrist, "If you don't kneel and say that I Wrong, I told you that you can't get out of this alley."

Huang Mao fanned the flames beside him: "Brother Yin, you dare to provoke anyone, but your small body will fall to the ground with one slap."

Song Zui was not a person who could talk, and he just listened quietly to the words of the two of them. His overly dark pupils looked a little dull in the night, as if he was sleepy from not getting enough sleep.

He put down his schoolbag quietly, and put a layer of paper under the schoolbag because he was afraid of getting dirty. Yin Zihan had never seen a boy so meek.

But then Yin Zihan looked at the young man's eyes changed, he couldn't tell what it was like, he just felt that the other party was a ferocious beast in the mountains, not like the eyes of ordinary people.

The wind blew gently in the night, and under the dim light, shadows were cast on the boy's face, which looked like bloodstains.

He was stared at furiously in his heart, the other party looked at him as if he didn't seem to be looking at a living person, he had goosebumps on his hands, and immediately ordered Huang Mao and the two to surround the boy.

Huang Mao's hand was the first to hit the young boy's weak abdomen, but he was strangled by the throat before he touched the leg of the clothes, and the other was kicked directly on the trash can, and his ribs fell straight to the ground. Before he had time to fight back, he was beaten and lay on the ground!

That's not the strength that normal people have at all. Huang Mao's eyes showed uneasiness. He is not afraid of brute force alone. It is obvious that he is a veteran boxer. He dare not provoke such a person.

Seeing this scene, Yin Zihan turned around and ran away in fright, but the young man picked up the collar behind his neck indifferently, he elbowed the opponent and turned his arm directly, realizing that his arm was dislocated, his scalp was numb with pain.

The other party did not let him go, and put his hand on his neck.

The strength was tightened bit by bit, and blue veins were exposed on Yin Zihan's neck. The boy was obviously shorter than himself, but he was suppressed to death. Every counterattack would only usher in more violent attacks. His brain was almost starved of oxygen. .

He usually fights a lot, but everyone fights properly, and no one dares to kill him, but standing in front of Song Zui, he feels that the other party will really choke his throat.

He felt that his life was slowly being lost in the young man's hands. Song Zui's eyes were cold and heartless, like cold blades. He was not at all a bookworm who only knew how to read books on weekdays.

Yin Zihan's mouth was full of blood, he wanted to beg for mercy but he couldn't make any sound, he could only show pleading eyes.

The young man smelled the bloody smell as if he realized that he was not in the right state, his eyes gradually became clear, he let go of him, but his feet were still on his chest.

"am I wrong?"

Yin Zihan choked thick blood foam in his throat, and shook his head to show he didn't. He finally understood why the boy didn't like to talk, because he used his fists to talk.

It's a pity that his reaction was a step slow. The young man who didn't hear the answer raised his collar, his eyes showed panic, and he hoped that someone would come to save him.

Just when Yin Zihan was in despair, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside the alley. The footsteps were steady and steady. What caught his eyes was first the expensive suit trousers, then the narrow waist, and finally the noble face.

He felt that he was saved, tears welled up in his eyes, and the boy who was carrying his classmate saw He Shanting behind him, and his hands stopped.

The air became quite quiet in an instant. Song Zui, who was still attacking one second, thoughtfully patted the ashes on Yin Zihan's clothes the next second, pretending to be calm and saying, "I am helping others."