Male protagonist, please think twice, I am a villain and cannot kiss you

Duan Xingyu carried his things and walked towards the school, wanting to take a shortcut to go back earlier.

"Ling Heng, you can run, right? Do you think you'll be fine if you hide in the school?" A ferocious voice sounded in front, mixed with a muffled groan.

Duan Xingyu, who often fought with others, was very familiar with this muffled groaning sound. It was obvious that someone was being beaten.

But how did he hear someone calling Ling Heng?

Did you hear it wrong?

Duan Xingyu walked forward quietly, and when he reached the corner, he slowly turned his head and peeked.

There were three people beating up one person over there. The person being beaten was lying on the ground, curled up with his hands on his head, trying to minimize the damage caused by the outside world.

Those guys had dyed yellow hair and looked wretched. One of them was even bald. It was obvious at first glance that they were not good people.

The other person was holding his head, so I couldn't see his appearance clearly, but judging from the school uniform he was wearing, he was indeed from the same school as me.

In this situation, even if it wasn't Ling Heng, Duan Xingyu wouldn't just sit there and do nothing.

Duan Xingyu didn't waste any time talking to them. He just went up and launched a sneak attack, kicking the bald leader away.

The three men never expected a sneak attack, and the bald man was kicked three meters away.

He kicked it to the trash can over there.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Upon seeing this, the two lackeys immediately rushed forward to help.

Duan Xingyu also took this opportunity to help the person on the ground up. He was not sure before, but now he sees that it is really Ling Heng.

There was a layer of red powder on his face, probably chili powder. Duan Xingyu guessed that those people were attacking Ling Heng by surprise, so he had been beaten just now.

Duan Xingyu asked: "Are you okay?"

Ling Heng's eyes were filled with tears and he could hardly open them, but he could tell that it was Duan Xingyu's voice.

Ling Heng said fiercely, "Hurry up and leave. You don't have to worry about my business."

"Shut up." Duan Xingyu picked up a wooden stick from the ground, protected the man behind him, and said, "If you weren't from the same school as me, who would want to control you?"

The bald man over there was also helped up.

Duan Xingyu looked at those people, staring at them intently and said, "Who are you? How dare you cause trouble near the school?"

The bald man touched his waist and felt that the kick was about to kick his kidney out.

The bald man looked at Duan Xingyu and said angrily, "Where did you come from, you ignorant person?"

"You are the ones who don't know what's good for you." Duan Xingyu said unceremoniously, "I'm telling you, get out of here if you know what's good for you. I've practiced this before."

"Don't listen to his nonsense. Since this guy wants to meddle in other people's business, let's beat him up together." The bald man said to his two younger brothers with an angry face.

Ling Heng was anxious: "Duan Xingyu, you..."

Duan Xingyu said: "Shut up, step back, and don't get in the way."

Ten minutes later.

Duan Xingyu had panda eyes, took a deep breath, and supported Ling Heng as they walked out of the alley.

Ling Heng couldn't open his eyes, but he heard the other party's gasps and asked with concern: "Duan Xingyu, you..."

Duan Xingyu said, "Don't say anything. Hold it in. Swallow it back. You'll have nothing good to say once you open your mouth."

Ling Heng said: "I just want to ask you, how badly are you injured?"

"Who am I? How can I have...silk, ouch..." Duan Xingyu's mouth twitched. He had just been punched several times in the face. Those bastards only picked his face to hit him.

Even so, Duan Xingyu refused to admit defeat and said, "Anyway, I won."

The three people behind me were lying on the ground, unable to get up due to the pain. In comparison, I could still stand and walk, so of course I won.

It is true that Duan Xingyu had practiced before, but not much.

One against three, he managed to kill a thousand enemies but lose eight hundred of his own, and barely won.

Duan Xingyu and Ling Heng supported each other as they walked out of the alley and went to the nearest clinic.

After a thorough examination, it was found that neither of them had any serious problems, just some superficial injuries, but their condition did not look very good.

Ling Heng was sprinkled with chili powder. After the doctor washed his eyes with clean water, he prescribed ointment for him. He should be fine if he applied it regularly for a few days.

My eyes may be a little swollen in the next two days.

When he was leaving the clinic, Duan Xingyu suddenly thought, "Oh, my shoes."

Without even having time to talk to Ling Heng, he ran towards the crime scene.

Those little hooligans are gone, and also gone are the two pairs of limited edition shoes that Duan Xingyu bought.

"It must have been those bastards who took it. I'm so pissed off."

Duan Xingyu was the one who didn’t cry even though his face was swollen from the fight just now, but now he really felt like crying.

Ling Heng chased after him and saw Duan Xingyu's expression as if he had been heartbroken. He pursed his lips and asked, "The shoes you bought are gone, right?"

Duan Xingyu frowned and responded casually.

Ling Heng said: "You lost your shoes because you were trying to help me, so I'll compensate you for the shoes. How much?"

Duan Xingyu said: "One pair is 1.1 yuan, and the other pair is 1.4 yuan."

"..." Ling Heng was stunned by the price. He paused for a moment before saying, "I don't have that much money on hand right now. Can I pay in installments?"

Duan Xingyu glanced at him, sighed and said, "No need, I lost these shoes by myself, it has nothing to do with you."

Ling Heng said: "You lost your shoes because you were trying to help me, so I should pay for it."

Duan Xingyu said weakly: "Whatever."

Duan Xingyu didn't plan to take his money, but he was really unhappy that the shoes he had bought with great difficulty were gone. He didn't have time to pay attention to Ling Heng.

Duan Xingyu walked out listlessly, and at that moment his stomach started to growl.

He had done a lot of exercise this afternoon and had long since digested the food he had eaten at noon. Now it was exactly dinner time, so Duan Xingyu had actually been hungry for a long time.

Duan Xingyu touched his belly but did not stop.

The night is getting darker.

The street lights above his head lit up, shining on Duan Xingyu, stretching his shadow out.

Ling Heng looked at him like this, and asked with a very conflicted expression: "Duan Xingyu, do you want to have dinner?"

Duan Xingyu stood there in a daze, turned around and looked at him, puzzled: "Huh?"

Ling Heng was a little embarrassed, but he still repeated, "I can't afford to pay for your shoes right now, but I can treat you to a meal first, is that ok?"

Just at this moment, Duan Xingyu's stomach growled again.

He touched his stomach, then looked up and said, "Eat."

Duan Xingyu originally thought that when Ling Heng asked him to have a meal, it would be either hotpot, Japanese food, or a high-end restaurant.

As a result, Ling Heng took Duan Xingyu to a roadside stall.

Eat spicy hot pot.

Seeing Duan Xingyu like that, Ling Heng felt a little embarrassed and said, "Although this restaurant is small, the food is delicious."

Duan Xingyu looked at the long line and said, "It looks delicious."