Xia Lang

The sleeve sweater was put on the head, and the muscles of the back swelled during the movement of raising the hands.

I copied the bedside table and kept vibrating the charging phone, threw myself on the soft bed, crossed my long legs, and lay on my back to check the 99+ information on the mobile phone social software.

The door cuts off the sweltering heat and humidity in summer rainy days, the cool breeze blows gently, and the temperature is suitable, so it is very pleasant.

WeChat is nothing more than a large number of friend applications, class and group news, news of insignificant people, and Sun Wenhao has asked him several times in the group whether he can open black.

The four of them formed a small group.

Anyway, it's fine now, so Li Zhaozhuo readily agreed.

After playing a few games with the three of them, Li Zhaozhuo got impatient and quit the game.

Sun Wenhao was so excited after being taken flying so much, he felt like he was stepping on the clouds with his heels.

Thinking about playing games and calling Brother Zhuo was an extremely correct decision, if you meet gods and kill gods, meet demons and kill demons, one person can sweep away thousands of troops.

Sun Wenhao, who felt that he could fight for three days and three nights, saw Brother Zhuo's profile picture suddenly gray, so he quickly switched the screen to WeChat, and tapped his fingers on the screen quickly.

"Brother Zhuo? Is there something wrong? Why did you go offline suddenly?"

"It's too simple, don't play, you continue."

Through the cold words, Sun Wenhao can imagine Zhuo's expression at this moment.

It must be the expression of a big brother who is frowning slightly and looking down on all sentient beings.

"..."

Sun Wenhao choked up, but he refused to say the words of dissuasion.

Versailles, what else could he say?

Sun Wenhao typed out a few words with difficulty, "It's okay, brother Zhuo, go get busy."

Wuwuwuwu Even though he was reluctant to part with it, he still chose to let go.

There is a song that says, true love is letting go...

However, he added, "If brother Zhuo wants to play games, come find Xiaosun and play with him online 24 hours a day." He added an emoji of hugging his thigh.

Seeing Sun Wenhao being so stupid, Xie Xuyao ​​became upset, "Hey, if it's me, will you stay with me 24 hours a day? I'll pay you."

"Get out, I'm not a duck, I can go whoring if I have money." It was accompanied by an emoji pack with an arrogant expression.

Xie Gou's operation is better than him, and it's so badass, he doesn't want to play with him alone, he is full of anger.

Xie Xuyao ​​laughed angrily at his righteous double standard, and taunted him, and the two started their daily chatter in the group.

Zhou Yan watched the show with a smile, and occasionally sent two emoticons.

Li Zhaozhuo didn't care about the excitement in the group, locked his phone, and went to the basement. PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds aroused his urge to touch a gun just now.

The training room is located underground because of the guns.

The training room is huge and has everything you need, rings, sandbags, treadmills, and barbells.

There are even long running barriers with gun targets.

Li Zhaozhuo moved his body, his joints made a crisp sound, and he turned on the timer to enter the obstacle course.

He was kidnapped when he was a child, and since then Li Yikang has asked Uncle Wang in the army to teach him self-defense.

Uncle Wang only comes here on weekends. This training room is not only convenient for Uncle Wang to teach, but also allows him to train by himself in his spare time.

Run, climb, jump up, jump down, crawl, raise your gun, load it, aim, hit the bullseye with one hit.

After one lap, Li Zhaozhuo panted slightly and looked at the timer in his hand. The time was a few seconds longer than last time. He frowned and started a new round.

I don't know how many rounds have been run, and the timer is even three seconds less than the last test, before Li Zhaozhuo lay on the ground panting heavily.

The chest heaved violently, and the sweater on the upper body was taken off for unknown number of times. The sweat-stained upper body was shiny, and beads of sweat slid across the ribs and dripped on the ground.

After exhausting all his strength, his whole body was sore, and the inexplicable restlessness in his heart subsided a little.

His eyes fell on the ring not far away, where he had been knocked down countless times and stood up countless times.

Li Zhaozhuo stood up.

He suddenly understood where Song Linju's vague familiarity came from, like Uncle Wang.

Or, like the moves in the army.

Thinking of Song Linju's sharp skills and cold and compelling eyes, Li Zhaozhuo's restlessness that had just subsided came back again.

It would be great if I could have the opportunity to compete with him.

On that day, Li Zhaozhuo stepped on the bell to enter the class as usual, and inadvertently turned his head when passing Song Linju's row.

The light came in from the window, his eyes were lowered, his posture was upright, and the bridge of his nose was not blocked by a pair of heavy black-rimmed glasses, showing his true appearance.

The eyebrows are light, the bridge of the nose is straight, the bangs are refreshing and fluffy on the forehead, and the hands are quickly sketching and calculating on the draft paper.

The slender hands folded in a nice arc, gentle and reserved, not at all resolute and ferocious when swinging the stick and holding the knife yesterday.

He could vaguely hear his name in the laughter and slapstick of the girls, and there was an unknown girlish feeling in the suppressed thin voice.

It's normal, hiding all the sharp edges under the indifference and dullness, like a good student.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes in the rainy night yesterday, he probably wouldn't have thought that Song Linju, who appeared to be well-behaved, actually fought more fiercely than anyone else.

Sun Wenhao greeted Li Zhaozhuo, "Brother Zhuo, you are here."

Li Zhaozhuo looked away and responded lightly.

It was more pleasing to the eye yesterday.

Under the guise of making a fuss in the morning reading, Sun Wenhao picked up the book casually, turned sideways and chatted openly, "Brother Zhuo, I heard that uncle came back last night?"

Li Zhaozhuo snorted in response, and didn't want to say more.

But looking at Haozi, thinking of his blustery character, he recounted yesterday's conversation.

"The old man warned me that because of the recent development of Chongming, there will be an influx of forces from the capital, so that I will avoid getting into trouble." He said, looking at Haozi more.

Sun Wenhao successfully received Brother Zhuo's meaning, and smiled unnaturally, "Haha... I will definitely not cause trouble recently."

Xie Xuyao ​​glanced at Haozi, who looked uglier smiling than crying, "What if those people provoke us?"

"Forget about trivial matters, as for..." Li Zhaozhuo drew his tone, his slightly closed eyelids lifted casually, and a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes.

"Try to solve it in a low-key manner."

He probably knows a little bit about the situation above, and it's not unreasonable for the old man to let him avoid getting into trouble.

But restraint can be done, but there should be a limit. After all, this is their territory, and those outsiders look down on them for no reason.

The three heard what he meant.

Most of Xie Xuyao's family are in politics. It's not that they don't know what Chongming City will face next, but he needs to find out what Brother Zhuo has to say.

Knowing that brother Zhuo is on their side, he can let go.

Busy days passed through the scorching summer in an orderly manner. After several days of sweltering heat brewing, one afternoon it rained like a waterfall again.

The rain hits the withered leaves, the hot roof, and the umbrellas of various colors of pedestrians. The splashed mist fills the air, and the mist is foggy. The mist splashes on people's faces. The whole body is depressingly sticky and wet.

Water droplets splashed while walking stuck to his bare and strong calf. On the way home, Song Linju lowered his umbrella, trying to block the wind with the torrential rain. When he reached the intersection, he turned his footsteps and deviated from the way home. road.

Lin Qiuman opened a flower shop, fearing that she would be too busy, so she hired someone.

Usually, that person is mostly in charge of delivery, but on sunny days, he can barely do so.

But on rainy days like today, he can't be too busy. It has become a habit of him to help deliver goods after school on rainy days.

Song Linju closed his umbrella under the eaves, pushed open the door of the flower shop, and the rich fragrance of flowers came to his nostrils.

There was a clear and pleasant wind chime, and the busy Lin Qiuman raised his head from the pile of flowers to see who it was, with a soft smile on his slightly tired eyes.

"Lin Ju, you are here."

Song Linju called out to her.

Lin Qiuman wiped his hands, stepped forward to pat the tiny drops of water off his hair, and took his schoolbag.

"Actually, you don't need to come today. Meng Tian has almost delivered, and there is only the last order left, and it's not very far away."

"It's okay, I'll come."

Early delivery is always good.

Song Linju wrote down the address, took an umbrella and set off with the packaged bouquet.

There is the sound of wind chimes behind me, accompanied by my mother's "Be careful" squeezed out from the crack of the gradually closing glass door.

After walking for about 10 minutes, Song Linju found the place - Hongjian Bar.

After negotiating with the person at the front desk, the person called to confirm and let him in.

The sound insulation effect of the bar is very good, the music can only be faintly heard at the front desk, but as soon as Song Linju stepped into the bar, the deafening music exploded in his ears.

Although it was not the first time to send flowers to a bar, the loud noise, turbid air, and crowded crowd still made Song Linju frowned subconsciously.

The shining light balls refracted colorful and dazzling lights, passing over the materialistic faces hidden in the darkness, making them appear bizarre.

Wearing a school uniform, Song Linju, with a straight figure, is like a stream of clear water in this pool of mud, which is incompatible with this dark and ambiguous environment.

Song Linju held the flower in his arms, and walked quickly through the mottled light, the loud music, and the dancing crowd, leaving behind him the vague glances.

He quickly found the designated box and lightly tapped the door panel with his knuckles.

"Who?" someone asked from behind the door, cautiously.

Song Linju's voice was clear, "The flowers you ordered have arrived."

The man didn't open the door immediately, he heard indistinct conversations behind the door.

Soon, the conversation stopped, the door was only opened a little, and a green head poked out, with small eyes sweeping at him, wishing it could turn into an X-ray and see him clearly.

don't want to get in trouble

That person may have green hair, or another color, after all, under the illumination of the colored lights in the box, his face is all yellow and green.

There are still a few wisps of smoke that can't wait to overflow from the box, entrenched in the room like ghosts and ghosts.