Xia Lang

Then, in the drowsy sky, it seemed that something had completely burst the dike, and the raging water splashed down with great force.

The dense bean-heavy rain hit people so painful that they could hardly keep their eyes open.

Seeing that those useless subordinates of his are not the opponents of Four Eyes Boy at all, it will be a matter of time before they are all beaten to the ground by him.

In the pouring rain, Huang Mao's anger rose from his heart, and his evil came to his gallbladder.

Seeing an excellent opportunity for a sneak attack during the fight between the few of them, he gritted his teeth, took out the dagger in his arms and stabbed Song Linju in the chaos.

Sensitive to danger, Song Linju subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it.

The dagger missed its aim and only scratched the arm.

He frowned and bent his elbows, and hit the yellow-haired head that came closer due to inertia.

Huang Mao was knocked dizzy by him, his mind went blank for a moment, he stumbled and fell to the ground, the smell of blood and cold rain poured down his nose and throat, making him a little suffocated.

Under the rain, everything happened very quickly. Li Zhaozhuo, who was on the sidelines, could see clearly that if Song Linju didn't dodge in time, the dagger would be pierced into his side, and he would immediately lose most of his mobility.

An alley with few people, heavy rain, excessive blood loss...

Li Zhaozhuo's relaxed expression instantly sank.

These little gangsters are really unscrupulous and malicious.

Being attacked with a knife, the clay figurine should also be angry.

Song Linju quickly threw the other two people to the ground, took out his handkerchief, bent down to pick up the dagger that fell on the ground, and strode close to Huang Mao, who was lying on the ground, hunched over and coughing.

With a cold face and a condescending attitude, he stepped on Huang Mao's chest, causing Huang Mao to cough uncontrollably.

The yellow hair that has not recovered is like a turtle that has only been turned over and lying on its back, unable to retract into its shell, and can only be slaughtered.

Song Linju's long legs bent down slightly, and the point of the raised knife was aimed at his eyes, ready to strike.

Huangmao's scalp was numb at the critical moment, the rain made his eyes sore and sore, the water covered his eyes and his vision was blurred, but he still didn't dare to look away.

I'm afraid that the four-eyed boy will suddenly go crazy, and a knife will be inserted into his brain, but he doesn't want to die yet.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Linju's drenched blue and white school uniform, and Huang Mao was quick to gain wisdom, trying to understand it with reason and move it with emotion.

He tremblingly said, "Killing... killing people is against the law, Song Linju, you have to think clearly, you will be jailed for killing people, you have such good grades, it's really not worth it to ruin your bright future for a trash like me .”

Song Linju hooked his lips, and the sudden smile made Huang Mao's heart shudder.

"Murder is against the law, but who can prove that I killed you?"

Huang Mao was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that he wrapped the handle of the knife with a handkerchief. Even if he killed himself, there would only be his fingerprints on the knife.

Moreover, there is no camera in this alley, and the people he "teaches" are deliberately selected in this alley, in case those students want to call the police.

Grass!What the hell.

Unexpectedly, the favorable conditions that I rely on will suddenly become unfavorable conditions that endanger my life one day.

If it weren't for the fact that the knife facing him was drawn out by himself, and judging from his calm tone, he would feel that killing him was a long-planned plan by the four-eyed boy, rather than a temporary intention.

The tip of the knife was aimed at him steadily, and lightning illuminated Song Linju's calm face. His dark and cold eyes looked like a calm and skilled murderer.

Looking at Song Linju, a sentence suddenly popped up in the frightened Huangmao's mind, the most frightening thing is not a lunatic, but a rational lunatic. Despair gradually grew in his heart.

There was water running across Huangmao's face, whether it was rain or tears.

He hugged Song Linju's leg tightly, and begged humbly, "Don't...don't kill me, brother, Song brother, I know I was wrong, I can give you whatever you want, please don't kill me, please Please……"

Song Linju turned a deaf ear to Huang Mao's heart-piercing begging for mercy, and the gleaming tip of the knife fell down.

"what!"

Seeing the dagger fall, Huang Mao subconsciously closed his eyes and screamed.

With a slight twist of the wrist, the dagger rubbed Huangmao's outer ear and plunged into the ground with a groaning sound. Sand splashed on Huangmao's face, bringing with it a slight sharp numbness.

The dagger was originally aimed at his left eye, but it was diverted in the end.

Narrowly escaped, still in shock.

Huang Mao was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, he could feel the cold knife surface on the pinnae of his ear.

"Dare to come to me again..." Song Linju turned his wrist slightly, and the blade touched the yellow-haired ear, "You know what will happen, right?"

It's not coercion or coercion, but a calm determination.

It was like someone asked him a very simple question, and after he finished explaining it carefully, he asked, "Do you understand?"

A question for which the answer is known and does not need to be answered.

Huang Mao was so busy that he almost swore with his fingers up, "I know...I swear I will never go to your brother Song again. If I lie, I will die, I will die!"

Song Linju pulled out the dagger, but he didn't know if he didn't pay attention, the blade cut Huang Mao's ear.

Huangmao gasped in pain, but didn't dare to say anything.

Picking up the schoolbag that fell during the fight, it was wet and dripping, and he carried it on one shoulder, standing upright like an upright green pine that was indomitable in the heavy rain.

Just as he was about to leave, he asked, "Who told you to come?"

Huang Mao immediately confessed the person without any hesitation.

Wang Chengyue grass his ancestors!

Huang Mao was holding back his stomach full of swear words now, wishing he could drag Wang Chengyue over and beat him up.

When that idiot paid him to come, he only said that Song Linju was a bookworm with no strength to restrain himself.

As a result, he is now thrown to the ground by someone who "has no strength to restrain a chicken", his body is about to fall apart, and he even slipped around outside the Palace of the King of Hell.

Isn't this a scam!

It's hard for him to be a fool, and that kid Wang Chengyue doesn't even want to be comfortable!

Wang Chengyue...

After going over the name in his mind, Song Linju probably had an impression.

The class next door seems to run to their class every day to pursue Yuan Yuzhen, and has no intersection with him, so I don't know why they bother him.

I didn't stop walking, and when I was about to walk out of the alley, I realized that there was a person leaning against the alley. I don't know how long he had been watching here.

It was dark and rainy, and the dim and old lights at the entrance of the alley could hardly provide any lighting effect, and the man was still backlit.

According to the outline, Song Linju could only tell that he was a tall, long-legged man with a cut-cut haircut, and he looked very difficult to mess with.

He could feel the man's gaze on him that could not be ignored.

Those bastard backup?

Song Linju frowned slightly, tightened the shoulder straps in his hands, slowed down his steps, and looked in the direction of the man, so that he would have time to buffer in case the man made a sudden move.

Unlike Song Linju's hazy vision in the alley, Li Zhaozhuo at the entrance of the alley could see clearly through the rain curtain.

The school uniform of white clothes and black trousers was already drenched, and it was clinging to the boy's body, showing that the boy's tall and straight figure became thinner and thinner. The schoolbag was hung obliquely on his shoulders, which was different from the usual rigidity.

The wet hair on the forehead was pulled up, which hindered the line of sight, showing good-looking eyebrows and eyes. Without glasses, the eyes were slightly squinted, and the eyebrows were lowered. Looking at him, there was still the unfinished scene in the eyes His coldness and sharpness, and... the guard against him.

The young man's indifference has a sharp edge, like pine needles exposed after the thick snow melts.

Li Zhaozhuo felt that his appearance was much more pleasing to the eye than the usual nerdy appearance, so his thin lips curled up.

He stood in place and let Song Linju slowly approach, looking forward to it rarely.

He wondered what expression Song Linju would have when he saw clearly that it was him.

Confused, surprised, or indifferent?

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Li Ruxin almost missed the foundation that found Song Neng playing this treasure.

interests and avoidance

As the distance got closer and the atmosphere became tense, the figure of the man became clearer.

With an inch-cut cut, slightly raised eyebrows, deep dark eyes, a strong and three-dimensional outline, a slanted scratch on the hairline that is neither long nor short, and a straight lip line, it seems that he is not close to strangers, especially not easy to mess with.

Although the man had no hair dye, no tattoos, and no messy brow piercing, lip piercing, or ear piercing, the short cotton sleeves with the blue Chongming No. [-] High School badge on his body couldn't suppress his looseness.

It's a familiar face.

But still no intersection.

It's raining so much, what is he doing here?

Simply watching a play?

Song Linju stepped out of the shadows, and the two met through the rain curtain.

One cold and one hot, all revealing a look at the other party.

As the distance gets closer, something seems to be on the verge of breaking out between the two.

The moment he rubbed shoulders with Li Zhaozhuo, Song Linju's body tensed up to prevent sudden changes.

But the man didn't move from the beginning to the end, he still kept reclining lazily, and only his eyes moved all over his body.

Follow him.

Seeing that he didn't intend to do anything, Song Linju lowered his eyelashes, turned around and left, while blocking Li Zhaozhuo's hot gaze, he also missed the interest in his eyes.

"Good skill."

Song Linju didn't take a few steps when he heard a deep voice behind him, which seemed to be a compliment.

He paused for a moment, then left in silence.

Li Zhaozhuo stared at Song Linju's receding figure, with more interest in his eyes.

I guessed wrong, neither.

He was just calm when he saw him.

There was neither the surprise of seeing him, a strange person who had stood by for who knows how long, nor the panic and embarrassment of being caught fighting by a good student.

Just calm, no extra emotions.

It's like passing a stranger on a certain road. In a long life, only this point intersects, and then the two straight lines diverge infinitely.

There is no past, and there will be no future.

Li Zhaozhuo ignored the frantically vibrating cell phone in his pocket, walked slowly to the Xidan shopping building, and got into the back of his car.

The first person to notice was Uncle Ma, the driver in the driver's seat. He was taken aback by Li Zhaozhuo who was drenched all over.

"Yo, sir