The campus bears the burden

He Fengyu was chased out of the Heiba ​​corridor by the fifth master, seemingly impatiently.

Before he had time to go out, he saw Wu Ye pressing the little foreman on the third floor of Heiba, who seemed to be Liang Xin, against the wall.

What about kissing?

Lo and behold, my hands are all in my pants.

Hehe, bah!Not a fucking clean one!

He Fengyu walked out step by step angrily.

There was still money in his trouser pocket that Master Wu had just stuffed into him, and he hadn't warmed it up yet, when he went out, he heard the noise of a motorcycle, subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and when he tried to run, he saw He Jianhong coming.

"You fucking stop!" Seeing that he was about to run away, He Jianhong yelled at He Fengyu so that he couldn't move.

He Fengyu looked down on He Jianhong and looked down on him from the bottom of his heart, but he was also afraid of him, afraid that he would not be able to walk when He Jianhong yelled.

"Have you grown up?" He Jianhong has long legs, broad shoulders and narrow back, and when he walked quickly, he even swung his fists with wind noise.

He Fengyu took a step back indiscriminately, "I didn't..."

If it was before, He Fengyu would definitely scold him back, scolding He Jianhong for being an idiot, meddling in his own business, and full of food.

But he didn't dare today. He is a member of the provincial team. He was repeatedly ordered by the coach not to participate in offline gambling. If he was found out, he would be expelled and never hired.

Not only does he hope to enter the national team and continue on, but more importantly, he learned billiards from He Jianhong's blood.

If it wasn't for He Jianhong working his life outside to make money at home, how could he pretend to be rich outside and play ball every day at leisure, pretending to be a good person?

Sometimes he would feel guilty when he saw He Jianhong's foolish look, not to mention that he was really wrong this time.

He Jianhong: "Everything I say, you think I'm farting, right?"

He Jianhong didn't finish high school, and all his knowledge was absorbed into He Fengyu's belly. If he couldn't communicate well in three sentences, he would have to scold others, and if he scolded the sky and cursed in a hurry, he would scold himself.

"I didn't say you were farting..." Fart...

Before he finished speaking, He Jianhong dragged him by the collar to the motorcycle, "Let's go home and talk about something."

He Jianhong zipped up his jacket, supported the ground with one long leg, and pedaled his motorcycle.

He Fengyu stood in front of the motorcycle dawdling.

"If you lose the game, you still have the face to stand at the door." He Jianhong sneered, "You want to settle the score here? If you are not afraid of embarrassment, we will settle it here."

He Fengyu stepped onto the motorcycle without saying a word.

I just finished gambling, and my heart is empty. If any talkative teammate tells it, it will be a toss. Moreover, He Jianhong will probably beat him up, so he should go home and beat him up. If that boy Ji Ye sees him It is better to die than to be beaten.

He Jianhong's motorcycle drove so fast that He Fengyu's face was blown out of shape along the way, which strengthened his determination to go back and get beaten.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the house, before He Fengyu could get off the motorcycle, he was kicked off by He Jianhong.

"Fuck, are you fucking sneak attacking?" He Fengyu's head was kicked by He Jianhong, staring at him in a daze.

"You're pretty tough." He Jianhong gritted his teeth, stopped the motorcycle, grabbed He Fengyu's collar and beat him up.

The corners of He Fengyu's mouth were broken, his belly was also green, and half of He Jianhong's feet were kicked on his buttocks.

It is estimated that the tailbone was almost broken by kicking.

This guy beats people really hard, fuck him!

"Enough!" He Fengyu covered his mouth, the inner wall of his mouth was broken, and his tongue hurt like a bald skin when he spoke, "If you beat me up again, I won't be able to play ball!"

"Fuck the ball, you? Go play the ball, the money comes quickly, you have face, maybe you can even climb into the bed of the fifth child, right?" He Jianhong was also tired of beating.

Anyway, the beating he just did not show mercy at all. He showed mercy to He Fengyu, which cut off his way to learn billiards for so many years. If He Fengyu wanted to make money through this, why would he enter the provincial team?

"You fucking talk about the matter, what does it have to do with climbing the fifth bed..." He Fengyu felt guilty.

Being pointed out by He Jianhong in a straight face, he was very upset. He was really stupid just now, and he actually wanted to have something to do with the fifth child...

But what is it to be with the fifth child, that man can't always be nice to others, then Liang Xin is a bad waiter, maybe how many people he has followed, I am different, I have a bright future, I can't be kicked as if loose woman.

He Fengyu straightened his back, "I was wrong about this today, but you beat me up quite hard. It stands to reason that our parents didn't say anything, so it's not your turn..."

"According to your mother, it doesn't make sense with me! You don't give up until it's my turn to collect your body, and you can be so stubborn if you make a mistake. Who are you like? Look at your stinking virtue!"

He Jianhong got internally injured by his anger, wishing he could pooh him all over, turned around and entered the house.

Standing in the small courtyard, He Fengyu was trembling with anger, wishing he could slap He Jianhong's mouth hard, aren't you fucking my brother!Amazing!If you give me some fucking money, you won't treat me as a human being, and I will kill you when I get along someday!

Go to hell!

Humiliate you to death!

He Jianhong went into the room without saying a word and buried himself on the bed, gasping for breath.

He felt that he loved playing billiards more than He Fengyu, and he cared more about this sport.

In this small place that makes a living out of billiards, the children here have loved to play billiards since they were young. Affected by the environment, children who like it or not will play all kinds of tricks, but He Jianhong really likes it.

If he doesn't have a younger brother, then he will definitely work hard to support himself to take this path, whether it's a work-study program or three jobs, to meet a group of like-minded friends instead of fighting for a certain piece of land on the street all day long.

But he has He Fengyu.

This... guy who also looks talented and desperately wants to learn pool.

Although He Jianhong is a ruffian and abusive outside, he actually has a sense of responsibility for his family. His mother likes to gamble, but his father is useless. While complaining and cursing, he silently puts the burden of taking care of He Fengyu on his shoulders superior.

Whenever I see He Fengyu not cherishing it, I feel that what he shattered is the dream of two people.

He Fengyu didn't know what He Jianhong was thinking, but sometimes he felt that that guy was quite capable, not much older than himself, but he was doing well, and he could be regarded as an old dog under Fifth Master's hands.

He Fengyu fumbled for the money in his pocket, feeling happy that he could change to a new mobile phone.

With a smile, he pulled the corner of his injured mouth, and He Fengyu's expression drooped again.

Recently, He Jianhong found that He Fengyu looked more and more wrong.

Although he no longer dared to gamble in secret, He Jianhong discovered that He Fengyu...was working out recently...he was fit and flirty, jumping and bouncing, and he had to do a hundred squats when he was done.

"If you practice like this, your butt will get bigger."