I trade seven with the gods

There was a damp atmosphere in the dark alley. A breeze blew by, bringing up a few dead leaves. The dead leaves danced under the street lights, making a rustling sound that made people shudder.

There are very few pedestrians in this alley. Occasionally, one or two figures hurried past, with their heads lowered and their steps hurriedly, as if they were avoiding something. Scattered footsteps echoed in the empty alley, which seemed particularly harsh.

bang——

A thin young man was thrown heavily against the wall.

The two gangsters looked down at the thin young man. The gangster on the left wore skull earrings, and the gangster on the right had purple hair.

"Hey,"

The purple-haired gangster grabbed the thin boy's hair. He held the cigarette butt in his hand and spoke in a slightly irritable tone.

"It's not like we asked you for tens of millions, and you can't come up with this little money? Then you're not being beaten unjustly. If you can't bring back the money tomorrow, you'll still be beaten as usual..."

Saying that, the purple-haired gangster wanted to give the thin boy a few more slaps.

"Excuse me,"

However, at this moment, a sudden sound suddenly came from the entrance of the alley, interrupting the purple-haired gangster's movements.

The two gangsters followed the sound,

I saw a tall and thin figure standing at the entrance of the alley.

This is a boy who looks to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. He has a handsome appearance, black hair and black eyes. He is wearing a clean and neat school uniform. Although it is just an ordinary school uniform, it makes him look like a big fashion brand. .

……

"Who is this?"

The stud-eared gangster obviously didn't recognize the black-haired boy at the alley, so he asked his fellow purple-haired gangster blankly.

The purple-haired gangster looked a little impatient - he obviously knew this black-haired boy.

"Nothing," the purple-haired gangster casually explained to the stud-eared gangster, "This guy is the monitor of our class, his name is Zhao Qi... he's just a nosy guy."

Da Da Da Da——

While they were talking, a black-haired boy named Zhao Qi walked over step by step. After seeing the thin boy who was beaten, Zhao Qi frowned slightly.

"Zhang Yang, are you okay?"

Zhao Qi helped the thin boy who was beaten up and asked gently.

"No, it's okay,"

The thin young man named Zhang Yang glanced at Zhao Qi with great gratitude.

It can be seen that this black-haired boy named Zhao Qi should be very popular and well-known in their class. Even though he was just standing here, Zhang Yang's face became much calmer.

"Hey,"

The purple-haired gangster started puffing away,

"Zhao Qi, don't you want to meddle in other people's business again? Although everyone in the class calls you nanny, do you really think of yourself as a nanny? You have to meddle in everyone's business?"

Zhao Qi ignored him. He compared the strengths of the two sides. There were two people on the opposite side, and there was only one person on his side - Zhang Yang definitely couldn't help.

While thinking about it, Zhao Qi stood up and slowly walked to the two gangsters.

"You, what are you doing?!"

The purple-haired gangster took two steps back in confusion.

It has to be said that Zhao Qi is 1 meters tall, has broad shoulders and long legs, and he loves physical exercise, so his appearance is still very oppressive.

And these two gangsters smoked and clubbed all year round. They were as thin as stick insects, so they dared to bully those who were weaker than them. Faced with Zhao Qi's size, they were still very afraid.

In addition, as Zhao Qi's classmate, the purple-haired gangster knew that Zhao Qi had been boxing for several years, and he knew very well that he would never be able to beat Zhao Qi.

"Zhao Qi,"

The purple-haired gangster swallowed and threatened: "I'm warning you, don't mess around..."

"Then can I take him away?"

Zhao Qi pointed to Zhang Yang who was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face.

The purple-haired gangster was about to speak, but the stud-eared gangster beside him said first:

"no!"

Unlike the purple-haired gangster, this stud-eared gangster was from outside the school. He didn't know Zhao Qi. He only knew that he would be embarrassed if he just let Zhang Yang go.

Not only that, he also added arrogantly:

"Zhao Qi, right? You can protect him for a while, but you can't protect him for a week. Even if you take him away now, we will make trouble for him every day..."

"How much."

Zhao Qi suddenly spoke calmly, startling everyone.

The earring gangster is still a little confused.

"what?"

Zhao Qi took out the pencil case from his schoolbag and asked very seriously:

"How much do you want to pay him? Or... how much does it cost you to stop beating him?"

"Uh……"

Zhao Qi's sudden question confused everyone present.

After a long time, the earring gangster scratched his head and hesitantly spit out an amount:

"Two...twenty-five."

Snapped!

Zhao Qi opened his schoolbag, took out three red bills from it, and handed them to the two gangsters, "Here are 300 yuan, all for you. Can you stop beating him in the future?"

The scene suddenly quieted down.

Gollum—

The earring gangster looked at Zhao Qi in confusion, then tentatively took it over and said vaguely:

"That...is not impossible."

After collecting the money, the two gangsters left.

Zhao Qi was about to help Zhang Yang leave. At this moment, he suddenly chased the two gangsters.

"Hey, wait a minute."

The two gangsters were agitated and thought that Zhao Qi had changed his mind. They immediately became vigilant and said as if facing a formidable enemy:

"What for? The money has already been spent by both of us."

"No, I don't want money."

Zhao Qi shook his head and handed a wallet to the purple-haired gangster. The outer cover of the wallet was a photo of an old woman and a little boy.

"Wang Wei, this is what you just landed on."

The purple-haired gangster who was called Wang Wei was silent for a moment, then took the wallet and put it in his pocket as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Qi patted the purple-haired gangster on the shoulder and whispered softly:

"Your grandma probably doesn't want you to be like this. I heard that you're pretty good at football. I applied to the head teacher and he agreed to let you join the school team. If you play sports, maybe you can do well in the exam. University……"

"Depend on--"

The earring gangster on the side couldn't listen anymore, and pushed impatiently:

"It's up to you which way my brother takes? Why are you babbling like a bitch?"

"All right."

The purple-haired gangster suddenly interrupted his companion. He glanced at Zhao Qi with a strange look, waved his hand and said:

"Hey, you are worthy of being Nanny Zhao...get out of here right away."

……

After leaving the alley,

Zhao Qi took Zhang Yang to a nearby clinic. He asked the doctor to treat Zhang Yang's wounds and bought some medicine for Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang looked at the monitor in front of him curiously, with doubts flashing in his eyes.

——Zhao Qi, a well-known good old man.

The whole school knows that Nanny Zhao, the monitor of Class Three, is a perfect person.

He is enthusiastic and generous, enthusiastically helping everyone, and is filled with a positive temperament every day. His positivity will not be resented by anyone, but will give everyone a feeling of spring breeze.

Not only that, even if he puts aside his noble moral character, Zhao Qi is invincible in intelligence, body, and beauty. He never skimps on anything and has high standards for everything.

He ranks first in the school in academic performance, first in physical education, and first in music and art. He wants to win the crown in any field. He makes every day of his life as amazing as a movie.

However, the most incredible thing is that such a perfect person will most likely be jealous no matter where he is. But Zhao Qi doesn't have an enemy in the whole school. Anyone who has come into contact with him will definitely be impressed by his character.

……

"Monitor,"

After walking out of the clinic, Zhang Yang felt a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, you lost 300 yuan."

"fine,"

Zhao Qi carried Zhang Yang's schoolbag and smiled nonchalantly:

"300 yuan can save two people. It's money well spent."

Looking at Zhao Qi who carried the huge schoolbag for him, Zhang Yang showed admiration. In his eyes, Zhao Qi is no longer an ordinary student, he is simply a saint!

……

20 minutes later,

Zhao Qi sent Zhang Yang to his door.

Only after watching him walk into the house did Zhao Qi feel relieved.

"Bye-Bye,"

After saying goodbye to Zhang Yang, he turned around and started walking towards his home.

It was already very late at this time, and the buses had long since disappeared. Zhang Yang’s home and Zhao Qi’s home were at opposite extremes in the east-west direction, and Zhao Qi had to take a taxi to get home.

In the eyes of others, Zhao Qi's behavior is undoubtedly a big injustice, but Zhao Qi doesn't care. As long as he can help others, as long as he can make the right choice, no matter what he pays, it doesn't matter.

……

the other side,

As soon as Zhang Yang got home, he suddenly found a blue student meal card hooked on the shoulder strap of his schoolbag - it was Zhao Qi's meal card.

Zhang Yang recalled the previous scene and murmured to himself: "It should have been accidentally hit by Zhao Qi when he was carrying my schoolbag."

He looked at the time on the clock,

It's only been a few minutes now, Zhao Qi shouldn't have gone far yet.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang hurriedly put his meal card in his pocket, opened the door and ran out.

……

Bang——squeak——

First there was a violent crash,

Then there was the screeching sound of brakes,

The tires left two long traces on the ground, accompanied by red blood, which looked shocking.

A taxi crashed into a big tree nearby. Zhang Yang, who was wearing school uniform, fell in a pool of blood. His whole limbs were twisted by the impact. His waist was twisted like a twist, and his legs were hung on his shoulders, making people look at him. Creepy...