boys' feelings are always poetry

199.

In the morning self-study, Song Yuzheng and Lin Er were scrambling to copy Fan Buwei's homework. As soon as he looked up, he saw Fang Zhihui walking into Class [-] with dark circles under his eyes. He carefully checked that there were scratches on his hands.

Song Yu immediately wrote a note and passed it on.

"Brother Fang, what's the matter? Did someone beat you up?"

This is just Song Yu's nonsense. Fang Zhihui is now a strong and sunny sports student with strong muscles. Who would dare to beat a sports student because he feels that life is too happy and looking for excitement.

"Ah."

"???"

Song Yu immediately fell into confusion.

"Who did you beat up?"

"It's just a little boy from No. [-] Middle School. We were training together in the university gymnasium yesterday, and there was a little conflict."

little boy.

Song Yu immediately imagined the little boy who fought with Fang Zhihui. He is not tall, fair and beautiful, with big eyes, short legs, and lacks the strength to beat others. He looks like a little white dumpling.

Lin Er had already copied most of the article, so he poked Song Yu's elbow with his pen, "At the same table, are you still copying? If you don't copy it, let me copy it! What a good homework, don't waste everything!"

"Copy, copy! Copy it together! I have to finish copying it before Lu Jixue returns to class!"

"Tsk tsk, you are like that newly married little daughter-in-law, let Lu Jixue strictly control her, I think it will be difficult for you to buy a floral dress in the future! It will be difficult to go to the blue sky!"

"Nonsense, why should I buy a floral dress?"

"Let me use an analogy! Not good! Lu Jixue is here! Hide your homework quickly! I don't want to be deducted anymore. I have already been deducted [-] points this month!"

So Lin Er and Song Yu fumbled in a hurry, hid their homework, and nothing happened.

After school at noon, Gao Jiaming was left in the class to memorize the text because he failed in dictation. Only Song Yu and Fang Zhihui went to eat at the small dining table.

During the meal, Fang Zhihui was uncharacteristically silent, and it could even be said that he was a little nervous.

"Brother Fang, what are you afraid of?"

Fang Zhihui told the truth, "I'm afraid someone will beat me, so don't go with me when I go back to school."

Song Yu held Fang Zhihui's hand, very affectionately, "A brother is too big! I am a hero if I run away first. It's okay. If the little boy from No. [-] Middle School wants to block you, he can't block you at noon. The time is too short."

Fang Zhizhi nodded, which seemed to make sense.

Before leaving, Fang Zhihui took half a glass of water in a paper cup, drank it while walking, and talked and laughed with Song Yu at the same time.

Walking to the door, Fang Zhihui saw the familiar dark blue and white No. [-] Middle School uniform. He slipped and missed several steps. He slid directly down the stairs. The water in his hand splashed back and splashed Song Yu's face.

Song Yu also recognized the school uniforms of No. [-] Middle School. The students who squatted in the corridor of his house and smoked usually wore this kind of clothes, as did the violent gangsters in the nearby campus.

200.

Song Yu and Fang Zhihui were blocked in an alley by several students from No. [-] Middle School.

Song Yu sniffed, lowered his head, and secretly talked to Fang Zhihui: Why are these students from No. [-] Middle School so tall!

Fang Zhihui showed a smiley expression, and secretly replied: They all practice swimming!practice swimming!damn it!

Song Yu's heart was burning with anger, didn't you fucking mean a little boy from No. 1.8 Middle School?This fucking [-] meters seven is a little boy?Fuck, then I'm a pocket boy!What a dog you are!Brother Gou Fang Wisdom!

Fang Zhihui didn't speak, just smirked and kept smirking.

The boy in the lead had dyed yellow hair, which was very yellowish, and wore a black mask with a big red cross on his face.

Song Yuxin said, Brother Fang, you are finished, you have offended the non-mainstream family of Shamate, and in less than a minute, the two of us will be defeated by the 1m1.8 family of Shamate.

Song Yu began to regret again, his guts were full of regrets, he would have run away if he had known, and he didn't care about brotherhood, shouldn't

You can't wade through muddy water.

The leader of the Shamate family sneered, reached out and pulled Fang Zhizhi's school uniform collar, and then patted Fang Zhihui's face.

Song Yu knows that this is the process of their school bullies beating people, first pat you, then say harsh words, and finally beat you away, Song Yu imagined that the 1.8-meter-seven long legs can at least make Fang Zhihui, a little potato Kick from here to the door.

"Fang Zhihui, do you think I'm like King Han? The world of flamboyance is charming. If you don't have the strength, don't be shy!"

Although Song Yu was nervous, he wanted to laugh. It felt like when his mother beat him and pinched his thighs when he was a child. Song Yu felt itchy, but he couldn't laugh. He had to hold back. It was so painful.

"Fang Zhihui, I don't know what it means to be young and frivolous! I only know that the winner is king!"

Song Yu almost missed the line: Thank you, Lao Tie, for the twelve Monkey King planes!Kindness without saying thanks!I won't thank you!

"Fang Zhihui, I have a limit to my patience!"

Song Yu couldn't help but secretly said to Fang Zhihui: I know this sentence too well!My mother used to say this a lot before beating me up when I was a kid, but she used the patience of an old lady.

"I'm sorry! I apologize! I formally apologize! Sao Rui!" Fang Zhizhi raised his hands in apology.

Commander Kill Matt sneered again, "Okay, Xiao Zhizhi, I won't let you bump into the south wall today, but you bump into brother's chest, eight-pack abs, you won't suffer!"

"Well, can I hit it with my feet? I practice track and field, and I'm good at it with my feet!"

As soon as the words fell, Commander Kill Matt yelled: "Smack him! Smack him!"