Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

The billiard hall is not big, it is a private site, so it is not very formal.

There are eight pool tables in the room, and many people gather under the white light. They are all gangsters, with tattooed arms, wearing jackets, sitting in every corner, smoking cigarettes, playing cards, and playing mobile phones.

Only the table on the far right was actually playing, surrounded by many people, who kept making noises and booing along with the sound of the ball being played.It was a miasma.

As soon as Ma Xiaoding arrived at the door, seeing the situation inside, he swallowed his harsh words, and his posture of kicking the restaurant withered in seconds.

"Brother Yu..." Ma Xiaoding looked back miserably, his face wrinkled into a bitter gourd: "Okay, there are a lot of people, why don't we wait until the next time we catch him and place an order."

Your door is open, you still have to leave?

You don't even look at how many people there are when you go up and beat them up?

Song Yu's mouth twitched, and he kicked his ass from behind.

"Is that how you are still a junior high school bully?"

He was really the lowest school bully he had ever seen.

Ma Xiaoding didn't hold back, he staggered forward and stood in front of the crowd.

His rash appearance naturally attracted the attention of many people.

The gangsters held cigarettes in their hands and looked over with raised eyebrows, their eyes were not very friendly.

Inside the billiards hall is a small bar, playing soft songs, and the cool colored light shines on everyone's faces.

Ma Xiaoding was about to cry, he was only a high school student, how could he have the guts to pretend to be a boss in front of this group of adult social youths.

Subconsciously looked back, swallowed his saliva, his legs trembling.

...Can he escape now?

A young man with dreadlocks put out his cigarette butt. Seeing his panic-stricken appearance, he whistled and mocked, "You've gone to the wrong place, kid. The Internet cafe is on the second floor. This is not a place for good students."

Ma Xiaoding didn't dare to answer his words at all, and looked at Song Yu frequently for help.

Song Yu glanced at him and said lightly, "Excellent."

He took a step forward and replaced Ma Xiaoding as the center of everyone's attention.

The young man is tall and straight, wearing white clothes and black trousers, light brown hair and pupils, curly and long eyelashes, and a delicate complexion. It flowed out unconsciously, and the momentum was very strong.

"Did you come to see your mother?"

The man with dirty braids didn't take the group of them at all at ease, he grinned at the corner of his mouth and sneered.

Song Yu didn't bother to talk to him, and turned his head to ask Ma Xiaoding, "Who is Zhu Zhixing?"

Ma Xiaoding was still blindfolded.

Song Yu repeated: "Who is Zhu Zhixing?"

Ma Xiaoding could hear the chill in his tone, trembling, he stood on tiptoe to look around, but there were too many people gathered here, and it was very noisy, he poked his head around for a long time and didn't see Zhu Zhixing.

The man with dirty braids clicked his tongue, a little dissatisfied with being ignored, stood up, and said with a fake smile: "It's not easy to find my mother, brother, I'll help you find it."

He should have a high status in this group of gangsters, and the people around him dared not make a sound when they saw his movements, and the noisy environment became quieter in an instant.

The man with dirty braids yelled inside: "Zhu Zhixing, who is Zhu Zhixing! Get out! Someone is looking for you!"

At this time, applause, cheers, and whistles suddenly sounded from the pool table surrounded by a group of people.

The voice of the man with dirty braids was still evident in the noise.

A few people around the table heard it, turned around, and looked towards the door. There was a little space between them, and the last black ball on the table was trembling along the green tabletop, rolling towards the ball pocket in the corner.

Ma Xiaoding's eyes finally recovered. Through the gap, he pointed at a short and thin boy standing in the far corner, and said loudly, "Brother Yu! That kid Zhu Zhixing is there!"

Zhu Zhixing whose name was called suddenly widened his eyes and looked towards them. When he saw that it was Ma Xiaoding, his face was extremely embarrassed.

thump.

The black ball is pocketed.

A round is over.

Standing in front of the table, a man in a plaid shirt who looked to be in his 20s stood up and slowly wiped his cue.

The man with dirty braids clapped his hands and walked forward: "Old Chen, you have a group of children here looking for someone, why don't you hurry up and help find someone? The children will cry if they are in a hurry."

Plaid shirt with single eyelids, thin lips, and a nose, the whole person looks like a man who is not easy to mess with, and he speaks very aggressively, and glanced: "Look for the fucking people, let them go!"

The man with dirty braids smiled as expected: "Tsk, you are not interesting, people think that since they are here, they will not be left to play."

Ma Xiaoding was extremely jealous when meeting his enemy, he wished he could rush over and drag Zhu Zhixing out and beat him up.

I was so afraid that I forgot, and said to Song Yu: "Brother Yu is this grandson! I scold you and scold Xie Sui! And come up with such vicious and disgusting ideas."

Zhu Zhixing followed a young man who looked very similar to a plaid shirt, gave Ma Xiaoding a vicious look, then stood on tiptoe, and whispered something in the young man's ear.

The boy was wearing the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School and his hair was dyed in various colors. He was most likely the bully of the No. [-] Middle School and Senior Two that Zhu Zhixing was fawning on.

Zhu Zhixing was very obscene in appearance, and he gave Ma Xiaoding a vicious look with his eyes like a poisonous snake.

Chen Zhijie raised his eyebrows, looked at Ma Xiaoding disdainfully, and asked, "Is this the one who troubled you?"

Zhu Zhixing immediately added fuel and vinegar: "It's him, this kid is the thorn in our junior high school, he is used to lawlessness, and he said that he will come to No. [-] Middle School to take your position as the school bully."

Chen Zhijie snorted, and the disdain in his eyes almost overflowed: "What?"

He walked to the plaid shirt and said, "Brother, don't be in a hurry to chase people away, these are my classmates."

His eyes fell on them, and the corners of his lips curled into a malicious smile.

"It's all here to find fault, come in, how can it be so easy to leave."

The atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing point in an instant.

The man with dirty braids also booed: "Old Chen, look, your brother is much better at being a man than you."

The punks laughed.

"A classmate who came to find fault?"

"Hahahahahahahaha find us here."

"I'm afraid it's not a joke."

"I'll close the door first."

A gangster sitting at the door gloated, stomped on the cigarette, closed the door with a hook, and stood there, "Kid, don't walk so fast today."

Ma Xiaoding's little brothers turned pale instantly.

In the final analysis, they are just a group of 15-year-old high school students who have not left the ivory tower. Facing these people, they subconsciously fear.Now being forced to this point, people are stupid.

The man with dirty braids smiled, with a malicious look on his face.

The plaid shirt's small eyes narrowed slowly.

Chen Zhijie was still saying: "Following this place, I guess I really want to compete with us. I heard that you are looking for Zhu Zhixing?"

Ma Xiaoding gritted his teeth and decided to go all out.

If he is scared on the field now, then it’s okay.

Ma Xiaoding, who thinks he has a sense of responsibility, is stern: "Yes! Zhu Zhixing and I have a personal grievance. If you give him to us, we will leave immediately!"

"..." Song Yu.

this fool.

A moment later, as expected, everyone in the room laughed wantonly.

The man with dirty braids smiled exaggeratedly. He held the pool table and wiped the corners of his eyes: "Little friend, you haven't figured out the situation yet—it's not about whether you can go or not, but about you and your little brothers, whether you can go or not." A question of getting away."

Ma Xiaoding was really scared, and regretted why he dragged Brother Yu in.

With sweaty palms, trembling voice: "I..."

Chen Zhijie also laughed, but not so exaggeratedly.

He said: "Well, after all, I'm a junior. I won't make things difficult for you. Let's play a game tonight."

"If you beat me, I'll let you go and give Zhu Zhixing to you. If you lose, when the flag is raised on Monday, how about going out to bark like a dog under the flag?"

Song Yu couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to tear Ma Xiaoding off and replace him.It's just that there is an extra hand on the shoulder, it's Xie Sui.

Song Yu was taken aback and tilted his head.

Xie Sui's expression didn't change, and his delicate facial features looked even more devoid of fireworks under the cold light.

When the flag is raised, learn how a dog barks.

That would be to disgrace his dignity in front of the whole school, not to mention that Ma Xiaoding was still the No. [-] person in junior high school.

This is a great insult to a 15-year-old boy.

Ma Xiaoding's face flushed with anger, and he clenched his fists, he just blamed himself for being reckless, and brought others to this point.Gritting his teeth, he stared over.

"Better than what?"

Chen Zhijie said to Plaid Shirt: "Brother, borrow the venue."

Plaid Shirt looked at them like watching elementary school students fight. He crossed his arms and folded his chest, took a step back, and raised his chin.

"You use."

Chen Zhijie dragged his school uniform jacket and picked up his club, and smiled triumphantly at Ma Xiaoding: "Snooker, will you?"

The gangsters in the room were watching the show in their eyes.This billiard room was opened by brother Chen Zhijie, and Chen Zhijie followed suit by his ears and eyes. Not to mention advanced players, he is more than enough to bully novices.This is obviously unfair competition, but now that unlucky guy, he has to know if he can't.

Everyone in Ma Xiaoding is stupid.

He can also play billiards, but he usually plays eight-ball and nine-ball, and has never touched snooker.

Song Yu looked through the crowd and only fell on Zhu Zhixing.

Very short and thin, with a lot of pimples on his face, wretched appearance, timid behavior.

When he met his gaze, he didn't dare to lift his head, so he stood silently behind Chen Zhijie.

Vile, cowardly, insidious.

And it was such a person who caused Xie Sui's three-year nightmare in junior high school.

He also tried to attack Grandma Xie Sui.

He originally thought that Xie Sui had let go, so there was no need to pursue it, but Xie Sui was kind and tolerant, but some people would not reform themselves.Moreover, perhaps Xie Sui was short of an apology, an explanation.

Song Yu turned his head and said to Xie Sui calmly, "Take them back."

Xie Sui lowered his eyes and stared at him.

Song Yu took a step forward, pressed Ma Xiaoding's shoulder, and dragged him back.

Ma Xiaoding stared, guilt and worry in his heart, a little unclear, but he still subconsciously trusted Brother Yu.

Song Yu looked calm, standing under the light, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was cold: "I will fight with you, but I will change the rules."

Chen Zhijie didn't care about the gentle-looking Song Yu at all, he shook his hands and smiled evilly: "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with us?"

"Why are you not qualified?"

Song Yu suddenly reached out, grabbed the other end of the cue, stepped up in two steps, and pulled Chen Zhijie in front of him, grabbing his clothes.

The smile is ruffian and cold: "You can try it, you guys will fight with me."

The gangsters who were watching at the side all put aside their joking thoughts, and their expressions became serious.

With Song Yu's sharpness in his attack just now, it can be seen at a glance that it is Lian Jiazi.

"you--"

Chen Zhijie blushed, feeling that he had lost all face, and wanted to struggle and resist, but the hand that was holding his collar was like iron, which only strangled him to breathe harder, and he was about to suffocate.

The man with dirty braids stepped forward, apparently wanting to separate the two of them.Song Yu had already pulled out the club from Chen Zhijie, and with a flick of his arm, the tip landed in front of the man's eyeballs with dreadlocks, missing it by a centimeter.

The man with dreadlocks froze in place for an instant.

He stared at Song Yu's profile.

It's just that Song Yu didn't pay attention to him, the more casually he was, the more frightening he was.

Song Yu said: "I must take Zhu Zhixing away today, there is no need to add it to the rules."

"So change the rules. If I win, the dog will bark under your flag. If I lose, I will accept the punishment. Those who humiliate others will always humiliate them. I will teach you a lesson today."

Chen Zhijie got a chance to breathe, stepped back, and was furious: "Brother! I won't play anymore! Kill him!"

The plaid shirt also lost that scattershot expression, and moved forward, sadly: "Little kid, you are too crazy."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows, and smiled modestly: "It's not bad." It's still the same sentence, anyway, there is no lack of beating.

"I fucking—"

Plaid Shirt had a violent temper, his expression changed, and he punched him.

Naturally, the people next to him couldn't be dumbfounded. Of course, they rushed forward in all directions, intending to hold Song Yu down.

"Brother Yu!"

Ma Xiaoding's expression changed drastically, and he rushed forward and shouted angrily: "Do you know who he is! If you dare to touch him, you will have no way to survive in Jingcheng!"

The man with dirty braids vomited blood in his heart, grabbed Ma Xiaoding outside, and sneered: "In what age are you still doing this? My territory, the king of heaven is coming, and I'm not afraid."

"Brother Yu—!"

Ma Xiaoding was angry and furious!In his heart, Song Yu had always been a porcelain doll, the kind that would break if touched.

What if something happened to this!How could he explain to his father!The Meng family has saved their family's life, so how can he explain to Mrs. Meng!

The man with dirty braids yelled at the back: "Stop these little brats and don't let them help."

Ma Xiaoding was so anxious that his eyes were almost red, he struggled to break free from the shackles of the man with dreadlocks, "Let go of me! The Meng family! If you mess with him, you are messing with the Meng family—!"

The dreadlocked man sneered.

In fact, for ordinary people, the term Meng family is too far away, and it is not clear if they are not in that circle.

Ma Xiaoding was in despair. If he regretted it at the beginning, he shouldn't have known nothing, and called Brother Yu over directly. This time he kicked the iron plate.

Xie Sui was not in a hurry, he stood beside him, his dark eyes were far-reaching, as cold as the first snow, but serious.He always felt... This kid would give him many surprises.

There was a scuffle around the pool table.

"Idiot crazy!"

"I call you crazy-ah!"

What sounded was the screams of the youths.The sound of a broken arm, accompanied by screams.

Kicking people is so hard that it seems to be windy.

Song Yu looked at them and remembered his rebellious and wanton student days.

He was born in the original world. He was born in the third generation. He grew up in a military compound. His fighting skills and physical fitness are not weak. After encountering kidnappers when he was young, his family paid more attention to training him in self-protection.

Although these later in his second year of middle school, they were all used to be a school bully and show off his prestige.

But Song Yu alone can really single out this group of gangsters who only rely on the number of people to create momentum, but are actually useless and afraid of death.

Now I live in school, so I don't have to worry about making Grandma Meng worry after seeing blood.

Song Yu's attacks were even more reckless.

Ma Xiaoding and his group were all shocked.

He stared blankly at the young man beside the billiard table under the cold light.

The fight is smooth and smooth, with a club in hand.Come one to beat one, come two to hit one pair.His strength is amazing, no one can catch him at all.The attack was fast and ruthless, like a wild wolf.

Song Yu kicked a person away with his feet, with a sneer on his lips, grabbed his checkered shirt by the neck, and pushed his head onto the table.

After all, the gangsters are greedy for life and afraid of death, after seeing all kinds of misery of the people in front of them.Let the plaid shirt roar heart-piercingly, they all looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to go up.

"Fuck you!"

Plaid shirt never thought that a young man who looked so frail had such strength, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "I still have someone who hasn't come out! You can't survive this door."

Song Yu clicked his tongue and said with a smile: "Brother, do you understand the situation now? It's not a question of whether you let us go, but a question of whether I want to leave."

"The door is well locked."

With a strong hand, the head of the plaid shirt hit the billiard table again. Amidst the young man's screams, Song Yu laughed and said, "Your brother's virtue, I guess you are not a good guy. Let's come today, close the door and fight." dog."

For the last four words, the corners of his lips curled up, and the cruelty in his eyes was astonishing.

Plaid Shirt yelled: "Heizi!! Heizi!! Get out of here!! Get out!!!"

Fighting was in full swing outside, but the Xiaoqing bar in the billiard hall was still playing very loudly. The roar of Plaid Shirt almost shook the floor.

There was finally movement inside.

"What's the matter, I'm just comfortable playing cards."

A few people walked out of the bar cursing and swearing.

The small eyes of the plaid shirt are full of viciousness: "You fight with me? My brothers are all here, and they fight with real knives! You are fucking finished!"

Use a real knife?

Song Yu smiled nonchalantly: "Last time someone told me to use a real knife, and the police station is sitting behind. Let me compare, whose knife is faster?"

"What's the matter!"

Walking through the aisle, a group of people came out of Qingba, with dazzling colorful hair, the head of which was red hair fluttering in the wind, and the scar across the face was especially obvious.

Song Yu looked over.

The red hair looked over.

"..."

"........."

Acquaintances meet.

long silence.

The plaid shirt slapped the table and was furious: "I was kicked out of the restaurant, you usually eat and drink for free, why don't you come over and kill these little turtles now?!"

The red hair remained motionless, staring at Song Yu's face,

Song Yu smiled first, "Hey, sons."

Red hair and the colorful hair behind him: "..."

The last time they were beaten by Xie Sui in the alley was still a shadow to them now. The knife pierced their arms without blinking. They were beaten and stabbed, and finally sent to prison.

And look at Song Yu's current posture, and a group of panic-looking trash beside him.

You know, this is not easy.

Both are thorns.

If the fight is ruthless and desperate, he will call the police, his mother is underage.

The red hair who just came out really didn't want to see Song Yu again.

Plaid Shirt was a little confused by the atmosphere.

The red hair stared at the situation in front of him for a long time, not knowing what to do.

Glancing back, some of his younger brothers were still injured. Seeing Song Yu as if he had seen a plague god, they all backed away consciously.

Red Hair: "..."

Song Yu had already let go of the plaid shirt.

Plaid Shirt no longer had the energy to show off his prestige, and stepped back, panting.

Chen Zhijie did the same, his face turned pale.

After panting, the plaid shirt pointed at Song Yu, and yelled at the red hair: "He! It's him! Aren't you a group of tyrants in Lianyun Street! You are afraid of dealing with such a high school student now! This bastard came here and kicked my restaurant! "

The corner of Hongmao's mouth twitched, and the scar on his face became even more ferocious: "Come kick the restaurant..."

The people in the room stared at each other with bated breath, and then they heard the red hair turn his head and said slowly to the plaid shirt, "...how about we call the police."

As soon as these words came out, the air became quiet.

Plaid Shirt was so popular that he was like a pufferfish. He wished he could slap the red-haired face, but he still had some sense after all. He roared, "Call the police? Call the police and arrest us all?"

Hong Mao's expression froze for a few seconds, and the emotion in his eyes was very obvious, that is, "I don't want to care about this matter".

A group of gangsters in the room, including those who were lying down and howling, all had the same expression of bewilderment and fear at the moment.

At first I thought it was a sheep entering the tiger's mouth, but I didn't expect that I led the wolf into the house.

It's easy to ask God to send God away, but now this God of Plague is staying here!

The man with dirty braids was also confused by the development of this matter, and he unconsciously let go of Ma Xiaoding's hand.

Ma Xiaoding looked no better than him, rubbing his eyes desperately, afraid that he was dreaming.

woc!Is Brother Yu that fierce?

Although Chen Zhijie considered himself a high school bully, he was with a group of juniors, relying on their numbers and power, and bullying his classmates to get his name.

Not to mention Song Yu, he couldn't beat any of Hongmao's younger brothers.Faced with this posture, his face turned pale, and he hid behind his brother, not daring to speak.

As for Zhu Zhixing who was his younger brother.

People were so frightened that they almost fainted.

Song Yu supported his hand, and sat down on the table neatly, holding a pole, and looked at Hongmao with a smile: "I heard that you use real swords in fights?"

"The kind that sees blood?"

Red Hair: "..."

At this moment, the scars on his face seemed to reveal a kind of vicissitudes.

"Boss, what shall we do..."

Lumao took a step forward tremblingly, and asked tremblingly.

The red-haired man looked back at him with ashamed heart.

I don't want to say anything.

He wants to light a cigarette.

Plaid Shirt stared in disbelief: "Are you still afraid of him?! Just such a high school kid!"

The red hair gave him a stern look. After all, he used to be a Street Fighter, and the hostility was still there.

Plaid Shirt's throat was tightened by his stare, and he choked back the words and stopped talking.He only blushed and stared at Song Yu.

When Hongmao met Song Yu, both times they rushed to find trouble, and they ended up asking for trouble themselves.

Now that Song Yu came to kick the gym, the despair in his heart flooded into a river.

Grinding his teeth, he tried to squeeze out a smile comparable to facing the murder of his father and enemy, and said, "This...kid."

Song Yu smiled, touched the cue politely: "Don't, brother, I won't fight with you today, and don't give me a whole set that is close to this."

Red Hair: "..."

Everyone: Really, he, mother, crazy!

In Ma Xiaoding's mind now, Song Yu's image was broken and rebuilt, from a mud bodhisattva to a living hell king.

Brother Yu is awesome!

Look at this sitting posture, look at this tone of voice, look at this cold and naughty smile.Ma Xiaoding felt that the school bully he had been for three years in junior high school was playing house.

Song Yu raised his chin, his eyes fell on Chen Zhijie, the corners of his lips curled up, and his tone was slow and mocking: "Snooker, are you coming? Am I qualified to decide the punishment for winning or losing?"

Are you eligible?

A hot slap was slapped on the face.

Chen Zhijie lowered his head, trembling all over, without saying a word, hiding himself in the shadows.

Hongmao looked left and right, and almost figured out the situation, coughed, tried to soften his voice, and hypnotized himself as a bosom brother in his mind.

"Hey! What a big deal for me! Isn't it just a conflict between classmates! Why did it get to this point!"

It's just that he looks ferocious and looks like he's amiable, but he's distorted and hideous.The group of people who watched were horrified.

The red hair patted Chen Zhijie's shoulder with one hand, shaking Chen Zhijie's whole body three times, curled his mouth, and smiled: "Xiao Chen, it's not your black brother who said you. You are from a school, and you can't support each other when you leave the society. Let's go, apologize if there is a misunderstanding, explain clearly if there is no misunderstanding, go and shake hands with your classmate, let's take it as a solution! Everyone can sit down and play ball and drink as much as they want."

Chen Zhijie: "..."

Plaid shirt: "..."

A group of people: "..."

You are a majestic generation of street fighters, you don't molested little girls and robbed middle school students, and you are here like an old lady? ! !

It was the first time for Hongmao to do this kind of thing, and the more people around him saw him, the more guilty he felt, and finally became angry from embarrassment, and quit.

Putting his foot on the table, his nature was exposed: "Then what the hell do you want me to do?! I was sent to the police station last time! If I can't beat him, I don't know how to run away?! Damn it, I don't care! Lvzi, let's go!"

Plaid Shirt was about to die of anger: "You——!"

Chen Zhijie's face turned pale, he lowered his head, and his shoulders withered again.

Hongmao looked straight ahead, without looking at Song Yu.The six relatives walked to the door in denial, threw away the gangster who was blocking the door, and went out cursing.

His little brothers swallowed their saliva, ignored the plaid shirt's scolding, and followed quickly.I don't want to be in the same room with this plague god at all.

But they still walk very horizontally, anyway, they look at people with their nostrils.

After closing the door.

"Huh!!"

Bang bang bang, there was the sound of going down the stairs quickly outside.

Every step exudes liberation and joy.

indoor.

"..."

Ma Xiaoding's admiration for Song Yu has increased again, and there are stars in his eyes.

Xie Sui stood in the dark, silently looking at Song Yu, with deep black and calm eyes, thoughtful.

The situation has reached this stage, and it has become a stalemate.

Now everything is in Song Yu's hands. Whether he presses forward or takes a step back, no one else can intervene.

Ma Xiaoding finally raised his eyebrows. He was humiliated and ridiculed by this group of people just now, so he rushed forward excitedly, and now he spoke a little louder: "Brother Yu!"

Are we going to make a fortune now?Since then, legends have been left on this street? ! !

Ma Xiaoding, who is in the second stage of middle school, is gearing up.

In the end, he saw his Brother Yu jumping off the table and throwing the cue back in his hand.

Chic and neat, Chen Zhijie and Chen Zhijie in plaid shirts ignored them. They pushed into the corner step by step, staring at Zhu Zhixing who was about to stick himself into the crack of the wall.

Today is definitely a nightmare for Zhu Zhixing.From childhood to adulthood, the most fearful and desperate day.

The feeling of being targeted by evil spirits will not be as scary as it is now.

Song Yu: "You are Zhu Zhixing?"

Zhu Zhixing's feet went limp, and he fell to the ground paralyzed in fright, his eyes widened and he was dizzy, and there were only two words in his mind, "it's over".

Plaid Shirt was also taken aback, just now he was still racking his brains on how to send the plague god.

Unexpectedly, people didn't take them seriously at all.

Ma Xiaoding followed suit.

Song Yu glanced at Zhu Zhixing who was on the ground lightly, and ordered: "Take him out for me."

Ma Xiaoding's definition of himself is no longer a knight, but a young man who listened to Song Yu's words, and laughed like a playwright: "That's it!"

When Song Yu passed by Chen Zhijie, he stopped in his footsteps, rested his slender fingers on the table, turned his head expressionlessly, and the young man's light-colored eyes reflected the streamer, cold and sharp, and he pulled his lips into a smile: "Chen Zhijie? School bully?"

"Is it true that you can only support your vanity by trampling on others?"

Chen Zhijie didn't dare to vent his anger.

Song Yu ordered off the table and smiled: "Don't mess with me, idiot."

"Let me see it again, I'll hit your head like a pool ball."

"..."