The pheromone of school grass is poisonous

The passion and impulsiveness of a young man often only needs a word. Zhao Xu and the others looked at each other, and rushed up behind Zhou Yan in the next second.

The scene immediately became chaotic.

The light in the alley was not very good, Zhou Yan kicked away the person behind Xiao Yi who was holding a stick towards him, and immediately saw Xiao Yi sweeping over with a round kick.It was too late for Zhou Yan to dodge, but fortunately Xiao Yi reacted quickly enough to barely stop, so Zhou Yan didn't let Zhou Yan and his shoes have a cheek-to-cheek kiss.

Zhao Xu and the others directly pushed the remaining people to the ground and beat them up.

With Xiao Yi and Zhou Yan as the center, there is a large open space around.

Xiao Yi retracted his feet, gasped slightly, while wrapping the bandage that appeared on his hands at some point, he raised his eyelids to look at Zhou Yan, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Yan stared at him, thinking that his appearance was... sexy?

周衍舔了舔嘴角，笑了声说：“没办法，我这人虽然没什么优点，但是知恩图报。你只要不杀人放火，揍人这种小事，我很乐意代劳。”

Xiao Yi smiled shortly, "It's inappropriate for the young master to do it."

"Come on." Zhou Yan gave him a white look: "Who are you mocking?"

At this moment, the person who was lying five meters behind Xiao Yi got up at some point. When Zhou Yan saw him from the perspective of Zhou Yan, the steel pipe in his hand had already hit Xiao Yi's head. go down.

Everything happened in an instant.

Zhou Yan only had time to pull Xiao Yi hard, and then his head buzzed and his ears rang.

A warm liquid flowed down his forehead and landed on his eyelids, dyeing his vision a blood red.

Seeing Xiao Yi full of evil spirits, he quickly shouted: "Don't use pheromones!"

At this time, once Xiao Yi releases the pheromone, what will he do?Cry for him?

Apparently Xiao Yi didn't have that plan either, he directly picked up the steel pipe on the ground and swung it towards the man's head just now.That person turned out to be much worse than him, he didn't even have time to scream, and he fainted on the ground without knowing what happened.

Zhou Yan's feet swayed, and Xiao Yi, who turned over, grabbed his arm.

"How is it?" Xiao Yi asked with a frown.

Zhao Xu and others then surrounded him, and Zhao Xu stared: "Fuck! Zhou Yan, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Zhou Yan shook his head: "I'm just a little dizzy."

In the next second, someone pinched the back of his neck, and Zhou Yan's movements froze immediately. That was the position of the gland. Being pinched by someone felt like being strangled by the throat of fate. The feeling was indescribable.

He was so sensitive beyond imagination at the moment, he even forgot the pain in his head, and asked Xiao Yi who hadn't let go of his hand in a daze, softly: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Yi's expression was not much better than before, and he said, "You're shaking your head after being hit by a steel pipe, you don't want to die, do you?"

Zhou Yan didn't move, and said: "It's not that serious, I was famous for my iron head when I was young."

Xiao Yi pinched his neck again, Zhou Yan blushed immediately.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yi felt that Xiao Yi took a handkerchief and pressed it on his forehead.

Xiao Yi turned his head and said to Zhao Xu and the others: "I'll take him to the hospital, you guys pack up, it's time to go back to school, back to school, it's time to go home."

Zhao Xu: "Brother Xiao, don't you want us to go together?"

Xiao Yi looked over and said, "Don't tell me that you guys took leave when you came out? Now go back and look for Lao Ge, maybe you can forgive me."

The people next to him shrank their necks and agreed.

As soon as the person left, Zhou Yan took over Xiao Yi's actions, pressed his forehead and said, "I won't go to the hospital."

Xiao Yi: "We must go."

Zhou Yan: "...No need, I can feel that it's not serious, and I don't like hospitals. Just find a small clinic and clean it."

Fights and injuries are commonplace for Zhou Yan. Although he is suffering from a sudden headache on his forehead now, he habitually hid for a while just now, so he was not hurt.

Xiao Yi glanced at him twice, as if he had compromised.

He said, "Follow me."

Zhou Yan looked back at the person who was knocked out by Xiao Yi just now, and asked, "Is that person okay?"

Xiao Yi looked over, and the group retreated collectively.

He turned around and glanced at Zhou Yan's forehead: "I have a measure, let's go."

Zhou Yan followed him around the alley where they were standing, and walked straight inside.The more you go inside, the fewer people there are. This area should belong to the most secluded area in Xitang area. The houses are not high, seven floors at most.

Although Zhou Yan was puzzled, he looked at the quiet Xiao Yi beside him and didn't say anything.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, Xiao Yi led him into the innermost building in the alley.The corridor was a voice-activated light, and the two went up to the second floor, standing at the door of a house with the word "Fu" on it.

Xiao Yi directly knocked on the door.

In less than half a minute, a tall man in his forties with his upper body naked opened the door. He had a short beard, and he could be seen at a glance as a powerful and powerful Alpha.

"I said, didn't you just go out just now? Why..." The man smiled heartily when he saw Zhou Yan who was following behind Xiao Yi, and then glanced at Xiao Yi unexpectedly.

"Uncle Qi." Xiao Yi pushed away the man's hand on the door frame, and said to Zhou Yan, "Come in."

Zhou Yan smiled at the man: "Uncle Qi."

The man smiled and stepped aside: "Come in first."

In fact, as long as Zhou Yan is not in a bad mood, his appearance is very deceiving.Smiling at others, there is absolutely no problem in pretending to be a well-behaved Miyoshi student.

That's how it was when I was young.

Zhou Yan didn't have the habit of looking around when he entered a stranger's house, because it was not polite.But there is no need to look at the house in front of me, it is only about fifty square meters, and it is full of the life of a man living alone.

However, Zhou Yan noticed that the arrangement of things in the room was very regular and tidy, giving people a feeling of rigor, efficiency, and self-discipline.

Not like ordinary people.

Xiao Yijin was in a very casual state here, motioned Zhou Yan to sit on the sofa, and asked Uncle Qi, "Where's the medicine box?"

"Bedroom, get it yourself."

Xiao Yi entered the bedroom, the man sat on the sofa next to Zhou Yan, said with a smile: "My name is Qi Lei, you can just follow Xiao Yi and call me Uncle Qi. Are you that kid's classmate?"

"Hello Uncle Qi, my name is Zhou Yan." Zhou Yan sat quite well, asking and answering: "I'm Xiao Yi's classmate, I'm sorry to trouble you so late."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Qi Lei felt very comfortable, and his words were not oppressive, "But what's going on with your end?"

Zhou Yan was a little embarrassed: "Fight."

"Fight?" Qi Lei expressed surprise.

Zhou Yan was even more embarrassed, after all, the other party looked like Xiao Yi's elder?

As a result, the person said in the next sentence: "That kid Xiao Yi is here, and he still hurts you?"

Zhou Yan was embarrassed: "...It was a small accident."

He didn't know whether the other party was expressing Xiao Yi's strong fighting power, or something else, so he could only smile stiffly.

While speaking, Xiao Yi had already taken the medicine box and came out of the back room.

He was tall and long-legged, and when he sat next to Zhou Yan, he moved aside reflexively.

Xiao Yi opened the box, took out the cotton swab and liquid medicine from inside, turned his head and said, "Take your hands off."

Zhou Yan obeyed obediently. After all, his eyes did not grow on the top of his head, so he could only let the other party help him.

He saw Xiao Yi frowning, his warm fingers pressed against the skin of his forehead, and he lifted the blood-stained hair from the top of his head to look at it.

Qi Lei walked around, took a second look and said: "The wound is not serious, but it is not easy to apply medicine in the middle of the hair, it is best to shave the surrounding hair."

"No!" Zhou Yan was startled, and hurriedly covered his head: "No shaving!"

Does he still want to meet people?

When the time comes to become alopecia areata, won't he lose all the glorious image of his life.

Qi Lei smiled directly: "Young man is quite concerned about his own image."

Zhou Yan shook his head resolutely, saying that he could not shave.

But the person in front of him stretched out his hand to stop him from covering his head. Seeing that he was still staring, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't say I had to shave."

"... Oh." Zhou Yan was relieved this time.

He lowered his head, and took the initiative to put his head in front of Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi looked at the head on his chest, was stunned for two seconds, and then began to clean up the wound for him.

Xiao Yi's movements were very skillful, Zhou Yan didn't even feel any pain, but because he refused to cut his hair, the treatment took a little longer.

This is a meticulous job, and Zhou Yan felt his neck sore after a while because he lowered his head.

He moved awkwardly.

Xiao Yi held his chin with the hand holding the cotton swab, and taught him: "Don't move."

Zhou Yan: "..."

He raised his chin, and was facing Xiao Yi's handsome face. When he got close, he found that Xiao Yi's skin was surprisingly good, and he couldn't see even a single pore.

Xiao Yi focused on the movements of his hands.

It wasn't until he pressed his wound with a cotton swab that Zhou Yan hissed and regained his senses.

Zhou Yan muttered: "I just wanted to praise your craftsmanship."

Xiao Yi squinted at him: "No need."

Qi Lei poured two glasses of water out, just in time to hear the conversation between the two, and said with a smile: "Little friend, if you are treated like this now, just burn incense and worship Buddha, you have never seen him treat the wound by himself, it is so simple and rude that it hurts me to look at it." .”

Zhou Yan no longer cared about Qi Lei calling him a kid like Xiao Yi.

After all, he is more than one round older than Xiao Yi.

Because he couldn't turn his head, he looked at Qi Lei with a stiff posture: "Uncle Qi, is he often injured?"

"That's right." Qi Lei sat next to him, pointed to Xiao Yi and said, "How old are you, about seven or eight years old, and fought with a few teenagers here in Xitang. When you get injured, take alcohol and directly Pour it on the wound, and the eye circles are not red."

Zhou Yan suddenly calmed down and looked at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi paused and asked him, "What's your expression?"

Zhou Yan: "...I was fighting with people every day when I was seven or eight years old. When I was seven or eight years old, I secretly cried to my nanny because my dad didn't have time to play with me."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, hesitant and surprised in his tone, as if he felt wronged for him.

Xiao Yi smiled: "Don't listen to what he said so exaggeratedly, the other party gets beaten more."

Zhou Yan raised his eyes, but didn't speak, he remembered that Xiao Yi said that his parents had passed away.

Seven or eight years old?so early?