Top alpha, owe me money and don't pay back

Wei Xiaochi didn't expect to meet Jiang Zhan here, and his mood suddenly became complicated.

Han Ziyang and Jiang Zhan have always been inseparable from Meng, and Meng is inseparable.

Today was no exception. Han Ziyang stood not far from Jiang Zhan, with a mobile phone in his ear, looked around, frowned and said something to the person on the other side of the phone.

At the same time, Wei Xiaochi heard a voice, "Why are you silent?"

Unfortunately, Han Ziyang's mouth shape is also the same as the phrase "why don't you talk anymore".

I knock!

Wei Xiaochi's pupils trembled, and when Han Ziyang's gaze was about to sweep over, he hurriedly turned his back.

Jiang Zhan, a bastard, has money to drink cold drinks, but has no money to pay off debts!

If it wasn't for his professionalism, he really wanted to spit in Jiang Zhan's drink.

Wei Xiaochi cursed in his heart, but his mouth was very polite, "I've already seen you, are you wearing a red basketball uniform?"

Last semester, Han Ziyang went to Yingmuhuadao with a head of red hair, which was pinched by Wei Minzheng's neck and shaved bald at the school gate.

Today he was wearing the same No. [-] basketball jersey of Sakuragi Flower Road, with sportswear of the same color on his feet, and he was very flamboyant.

"Yes." Uncle Han Ziyang said, "Hurry up and send it here, how long have I been waiting here?"

Hang up when you're done.

Wei Xiaochi glanced secretly at Jiang Zhan - he had already come down from the court, jumped over the rest area, put his hands on the railing, stepped over the railing with his long legs, and walked towards the bathroom.

Wei Xiaochi stared at Jiang Zhan's back, his face full of resentment, like a chastity possessed.

Fearing that Han Ziyang would give a bad review to the milk tea shop if he delivered it late, Wei Xiaochi looked away and put his hand on the brim of his hat.

In order to prevent Han Ziyang from recognizing him, Wei Xiaochi took off his glasses and put them in his pocket.

Han Ziyang was covered in hot sweat, and wanted to follow Jiang Zhan to wash his face, but he had to wait here for a cool drink.

"Hi, did you order eight drinks?" Wei Xiaochi lowered his head, deliberately suppressed his voice, and asked in a low voice.

Han Ziyang gave an 'hmm' and took the cold drink.

Seeing the drinks being delivered, a group of people gathered around, shouting 'Thank you Han Baba for feeding', and skillfully divided up the cold drinks.

"I ordered coconut."

"My cup is original milk tea."

"Fuck, whose family portrait is this, and you're not afraid of choking?"

Han Ziyang squeezed into the encirclement and yelled: "The lemonade belongs to Brother Zhan, don't keep touching his cup with your paws, it's got fingerprints on it, Brother Zhan should get angry."

Wei Xiaochi didn't wear glasses, and he didn't dare to look up at these people, he didn't know who was who.

However, he has a biased feeling that only bad students will play with school bullies, just like nerds will only hang out with nerds.

Taking advantage of Han Ziyang, the door god, being caught by the cold drink, Wei Xiaochi desperately went to the bathroom to find Jiang Zhan.

The Tigong Square is the only way Wei Xiaochi has to go home, but since it was built, this is the first time he has visited.

When Wei Xiaochi followed the directions to find it, Jiang Zhan was standing at the door.

The well-fitting iron-gray casual clothes outline alpha's strong and thin waist. He seems to have just washed his face, and the hair on his forehead is already soaked, and the drops of water soaked his long eyebrows that flew obliquely into his temples, and his dark eyes Staring at a stray dog.

The dog had brown fur, half-dropped ears, watery and dark eyes, and short, hairy legs that barely reached the alpha calf.

One person and one dog stared at each other for more than ten seconds, and the atmosphere was very strange.

Jiang Zhan frowned stubbornly, looking as if he was facing an enemy, and Wei Xiaochi was full of question marks.

Before he could delve into the relationship between Jiang Zhan and this little milk dog, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and Wei Xiaochi took out the phone.

It was Zhou Yun's call, and Wei Xiaochi answered it quickly.

Zhou Yun asked, "Xiao Chi, has the milk tea been delivered?"

Wei Xiaochi felt a little guilty, "Send it over."

"That's good." Zhou Yun obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "He didn't think we were slow, did he? Did he say anything?"

Just after the peak passenger flow, Lu Fanfan heard Zhou Yun's words while holding the Liangpi, and interjected curiously, "Who ordered this order, and how can we deliver it? Sister Yun, your friend?"

Zhou Yun smiled and said, "How can my friend have such a big face? This little ancestor is the boss' son."

There was a loud thunder in Wei Xiaochi's head, and Zhou Yun's sentence "this little ancestor is the boss's son" was played three times in his mind.

Brown Tea Art is an online celebrity milk tea shop that has emerged in recent years. It focuses on first-tier cities and has about [-] to [-] stores across the country.

Han Ziyang is actually the little prince of this milk tea shop!

Zhou Yun told Wei Xiaochi to be safe on the road before hanging up.

Wei Xiaochi was still under shock, holding his mobile phone at a loss, he looked up blankly at Lao Lai surnamed Jiang directly in front of him.

Jiang Zhe was still confronting the little milk dog, as if he was indifferent to the enemy.

Wei Xiaochi hesitated to go forward, but Han Ziyang's voice sounded behind him, "Brother Zhan."

Han Ziyang is now Wei Xiaochi's urging talisman, making his hair stand on end instantly.

The job of the milk tea shop is extremely important to Wei Xiaochi. It is easy to find a short-term job in the summer vacation. There is only one day job for this kind of weekend. If you lose it, you will lose it completely.

Thinking of what Han Ziyang threatened him at the door of Class [-] last time, Wei Xiaochi didn't dare to fight hard, and Mao Mao walked away dejectedly with his tail between his waist.

Who would have thought that his ordinary beta would have such a twists and turns in getting debts, and the creditor's friend was actually his boss' son.

Is there anything more fucked up in the world than this?

Back in the shop, it was the peak time of passenger flow, and no one cared about Wei Xiaochi with drooping eyebrows and a dejected expression on his face.

Going back to the locker room and changing into doll clothes, Wei Xiaochi went out to continue distributing leaflets.

After working all day, Wei Xiaochi did his homework until eleven o'clock in the evening. Not only did he have to write his own, but he also had to write it in a different handwriting for Ban Ba.

As soon as the bell rang for the morning reading class on Monday, Xu Yang stepped into the classroom and went straight to Wei Xiaochi in the second row.

Wei Xiaochi quickly took out the exercise book and handed it over respectfully.

With a soy milk straw in his mouth, Xu Yang casually flipped through a few pages, "Finished?"

"En." Wei Xiaochi nodded, familiar with this matter, "Not all the answers are correct, half of them are correct."

Xu Yang is firmly at the bottom of the class, and the correct rate of homework for him should not be too high, and denials are easy to be seen.

"Not bad." Xu Yang threw the exercise book back on Wei Xiaochi's desk with satisfaction, "The professional level has not declined, so keep it up."

Wei Xiaochi twitched the corner of his mouth.

A few days after high school started, Wei Xiaochi was blackmailed by Xu Yang and forced to do homework for him.

Wei Xiaoshao has long been used to this kind of thing. There is such a bastard in his class in junior high school, so that he can imitate four or five kinds of handwriting to help others write their homework.

Xu Yang's bullying was discovered by the squad leader within half a year, and he never troubled Wei Xiaochi again.

"When the class representative collected the homework, hand it in for me." Xu Yang took out two chocolates from his pocket and threw them to Wei Xiaochi, "Your reward."

After speaking, he took the shoulder bag and returned to his seat.

Wei Xiaochi shamelessly put the chocolate into the table pocket, lowered his head and continued to read English words.

Zhang Mingyang said disdainfully, "A running dog."

Wei Xiaochi was not used to his stink, so he turned his head and complained to Xu Yang, "Zhang Mingyang said that I was a running dog for doing your homework."

Zhang Mingyang's face turned blue immediately.

Xu Yang glanced at Zhang Mingyang, and his lowered tone implied a warning, "Stop fucking meddling in your own business."

Zhang Mingyang hurriedly lowered his head to avoid Xu Yang's fierce gaze, not daring to beep again.

Wei Xiaochi has followed the rules since he was a child, and he has many characteristics of a "good" student. In addition to listening to his teacher, he also loves to sue.

Especially when he was in elementary school, he was not liked by other classmates because he liked to complain too much, and he was scolded as a lackey of the teacher.

Because of this, he was beaten up, and Wei Xiaochi learned to be smart after that.

Obviously, Zhang Mingyang and Wei Xiaochi are exactly the same people. They have been the teacher's lackeys since they were young. They have high grades and low abilities. Apart from suing, they can't think of other solutions.

Unlike Wei Xiaochi, who reined in the precipice, Zhang Mingyang turned this road into a dark place, and often made small reports with the class teacher, and his popularity was much worse than Wei Xiaochi's.

Now Wei Xiaochi is busy earning money and has no time to be the head teacher's informant.

After being scolded by the class bully, Zhang Mingyang became honest with the naked eye.

Wei Xiaochi was narrow-minded and couldn't help but run away, "You are the lackey, the traitor of the first class, the lackey of the old class."

If this was in elementary school, Wei Xiaochi couldn't believe that one day he would say something like 'you're the class teacher's lackey'.

Back then, he really felt that he had maintained the order of the class, and now he... also feels the same way.

So he can understand Zhang Mingyang, but he just hates Zhang Mingyang.

Ever since he knew that Han Ziyang was the prince of his part-time milk tea shop, Wei Xiaochi's mood fell to a trough, as if a bucket of ice water was suddenly poured on a scarlet iron, and all enthusiasm was cooled.

I don't know if it's because the enemy's road is narrow, or if the heavens are trying to dissuade him, today he ran into Jiang Zhan, an old man, frequently.

Wei Xiaochi bumped into him once at the stairs when fetching water between classes, and another chance encounter in the cafeteria after school at noon.

In the physics class in the afternoon, the physics teacher asked him to go to the first floor of the academic affairs to get the printed test papers. Class [-] happened to be in physical education class. Wei Xiaochi saw Jiang Zhan as soon as he passed the playground.

When returning home from school in the evening, Wei Xiaochi realized that he didn't bring his English workbook, and when he returned to school to get it, he met Jiang Zhan for the fourth time today.

He didn't have much impression of this school bully before, and when he heard about him occasionally, it was all negative stories of fighting.

Although he and Jiang Zhan had been in the same school for two years, Wei Xiaochi felt that he hadn't seen Jiang Zhan much at school.

Today was a good day, we met four times casually.

The red clouds in the sky dyed the basketball court red, and several tall teenagers were wearing sportswear with their arms and legs exposed in the cool breeze.

Jiang Zhan and Han Ziyang belong to the school's basketball team. Next month, they will represent No. [-] Middle School in a game against other schools, so they train for an hour every day after school.

Alpha bent his knees, dribbled a basketball in his hands, and wore red wristbands on his slender wrists.

A drop of hot sweat dripped from his forehead, adorning his sharp chin, and the lamp post cast a frosty cold light on the bridge of his straight nose.