15 years in business

"Oh my god, why did the rice circle blow up?!"

Zhou Ting hadn't checked Weibo for two days, and there were hundreds of Aites hoarded in the news column. She had never seen so many Aites in her life, and thought she was dazzled, so she refreshed them several times.

"Your son beat up the senior." Luo Manman hung up high, "It's really exciting."

That day Xue Xing attacked Li Yu in a fit of rage, relying on the height difference of a few centimeters to gain the upper hand.

The photo was released on Saturday evening, when the traffic on Weibo was the largest. As soon as the news came out, it was listed in the hot search, and the ranking remained high. The word "explosion" was attached to the back of the fire. .

Lu Zhan pointed at Xue Xing for a long time, but couldn't say a word.

Xue Xing was still stubborn: "I did it, and I will bear it alone."

"Are you alone?!" Lu Zhan laughed back angrily. "Idol groups are all prosperous and all are harmed. No matter how you bear it yourself, in the eyes of others, it is the fault of the five of us together!"

He slapped the table hard, and Xue Xing, who was sitting behind the table, trembled violently.

Ninagawa jumped up: "I'll go to the company to ask."

Lu Zhan didn't stop him. Ningagawa went to the entrance and opened the door. He turned the handle a few times vigorously, but the door lock didn't move at all before slowly backing away.

Ninagawa: "Could it be..."

"Xiaojia will only be released by the college entrance examination company. As for the rest of us," Lu Zhan glanced at Xue Xing, "I can only squat here with him."

Xue Xing: "What's the difference between this and illegal detention?"

"Illegal detention?" Lu Zhan really wanted to cut his head open to see how much paste was inside, "Okay, then you go out now! Go out and see how fast you die!"

He opened the comment section and held it in front of Xue Xing: "I have caused trouble, let's take a good look."

"Your mother exploded", "Why didn't you go to heaven?" This kind of comment didn't get a few likes at all, and the hot comment with the most likes was copied and pasted "Fund raising please Xiao Xianrou die in place", some people even posted A photo with a knife was shown, with the words "Squat at the gate of Xinghe tonight, killing one is one", and the audience applauded.

The incident continued to ferment, and more passers-by joined the massive denunciation, wantonly venting their suppressed anger, uttering obscenities, shouting and beating, even though they didn't know who Xue Xing was.

The most absurd thing is that someone has already set up the topic of "raising funds to invite Xiao Xianrou to die in situ". The host of the topic posted a screenshot of the transfer, saying that he and himself have raised tens of thousands of yuan, and they will be able to do it soon.

Gao Zhifeng's Alipay kept popping up the reminder to accept the transfer, he tapped the keyboard harder, and said with a smile: "What am I talking about, hire two sailors to create momentum, and soon someone will be hooked."

The cabinets in the study room were full of cameras of various models, and the dark lenses were facing her, like prying eyes. Wu Xiangping felt very uncomfortable, and wanted to open the curtains, but Gao Zhifeng immediately stopped her.

"No, my area is not like the wealthy area where Li Yu lives. It's chaotic and crowded with people." Gao Zhifeng kept his eyes on the computer all the time.

Wu Xiangping asked angrily: "I only let you take pictures of Lian Ninagawa, why did you go to Jiangsu with Li Yu?!"

"Since we have reached this line, we must maximize the benefits. I followed him right, and we got a good shot." Gao Zhifeng scratched his hair, rubbed dandruff with his hand, and then used his hand again When I went to operate the keyboard, there was a dense white spot on the keyboard instantly.

Wu Xiangping looked disgusted: "We can't continue doing this."

"Why? The momentum is right now."

Seeing more and more people showing off their murder weapons and describing their murder plan vividly, she couldn't help but feel cold: "If something really happens, can you take responsibility?"

"What responsibility should I bear? I just created a random topic and said a few random words. It's not me who killed the person." Gao Zhifeng dismissed it.

Wu Xiangping was anxious: "But you are their knife!"

After Gao Zhifeng listened, he turned half of his body slowly. He held a toothpick in his mouth, slurring his words, and his voice was particularly gloomy: "Wu Xiangping, let's have a classmate. I don't want to stop talking. If something goes wrong, you can get out of it." It has nothing to do with it, don't show off with me."

"Grasshopper on a rope, what kind of chastity archway do you set up?" He raised his eyebrows viciously.

Fang Jia felt like he was sitting on pins and needles in the taxi. The driver thought he was nervous about the exam, so he comforted him, "Don't worry, I'll follow this route and I'll definitely arrive on time."

Fang Jia saw the news of Xue Xing's beating as soon as he opened his eyes this morning, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​hugging Buddha's feet for the last time. .

When Lu Zhan and the others were together, at least they could communicate with each other, while Fang Jia was alone, unable to do anything but worry.

"I didn't do it for this!", he didn't reply to WeChat, he didn't answer the phone, he was so anxious that he even wanted to jump off the car.

The driver Quan thought that he was too nervous and said nonsense: "Hey, I didn't say it, young man, it's all right, my son went to the college entrance examination by himself last year, and Bel gave me a chance to pass the exam! You Children look smart, so they must be good for reading."

Fang Jia sighed, and curled up in a corner of the back seat with folded arms: "Then what, I'm an art student."

"Ah? An art student? What are you..." The driver spoke while turning the steering wheel, probably because he didn't keep up with his brain. When he passed by a BMW, the car body slanted past, and with a soft "click", Noise, apart from anything else, cut off the side mirror of others.

The driver patted the steering wheel: "Oh my mother! It's broken!"

"Come out to drive blind?!" A woman with heavy make-up was sitting in the BMW, with hyaluronic acid that couldn't be metabolized all over her face. It didn't look like a fuel-efficient lamp.

The taxi driver protected Fang Jia behind him, bowed and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry sister, I was distracted just now, you see, there is a student who is going to take the college entrance examination in my car, can you be accommodating and send him off first?" In the past, I'll just wait here, and we'll talk about the compensation later, okay?"

"You fart!", the BMW girl said rudely.

The driver's face drooped immediately: "But, but..."

"Look at this traffic jam, I should have finished the math test when I sent him there!", the BMW girl got out of the car and picked up the rearview mirror, and said loudly amidst the blazing horn.

She saw a traffic policeman riding a motorcycle on the side of the road: "You, come here!"

The traffic policeman was not tall, and his figure was a bit bloated. He walked over slowly and asked in a dragged tone, "What's wrong?"

The BMW girl looked familiar to Fang Jia just now, and now she slipped him over to take a closer look, and said curiously, "Yo, it's really that little star."

She pushed the little star forward: "Send him to the examination room, hurry up,"

The traffic policeman stood still, and the BMW girl was unhappy on the spot. She raised her two yellow eyebrows, which were semi-permanent in Korean style, and cursed loudly: "What are you doing in a daze? We ordinary people pay taxes for you to stand on the road. In a daze?"

"Ah? Oh, oh, good...", the traffic policeman woke up like a dream, "Let's go."

"It doesn't look like a public servant at all." The BMW girl watched Fang Jia leave, and threw the broken rearview mirror into the car. "Okay, let's talk about compensation."

The motorcycle was small in size and highly maneuverable, and the journey was unimpeded. Fang Jia's ears were filled with the whistling wind. He stared at the back of the man in front of him, and said weakly, "Thank you."

The traffic police ignored him, and Fang Jia thought he hadn't heard, and was about to say it louder, when the motorcycle drove through a narrow alley, and the strong wind that hit his face blocked all his words.

When Fang Jianeng opened his eyes again, he found that the logo on the traffic police uniform had been blown to reveal a gap. He stretched out his hand and gently peeled off most of the inferior stickers.

"Who are you!"

As soon as the words were finished, the motorcycle stopped abruptly, and the gangster pretending to be a traffic policeman pulled his fake uniform and pulled out a sharp knife from the seat.

"The bitch still earns so much, she deserves to fucking die." He spat on the ground, raised his knife and stabbed.

Fang Jia has learned folk dance for ten years. He looked weak and his limbs were still flexible. When the knife was about to be pierced, he turned his head to avoid it.

Gangster: "I don't care how much your mother gets!"

He stabbed again, this time Fang Jia was not so lucky, the blade cut on the schoolbag, rubbed all the way to the sleeve of his left arm, and it turned red immediately.

The gangster threw the knife, spit at Fang Jia's feet, and laughed loudly: "You deserve it!"

He got on his motorcycle and fled, leaving behind a trail of choking exhaust.

Fang Jia clutched his bleeding wound, and the review materials in his bag were scattered all over the floor. He was abandoned in the middle of the congested road, surrounded by slow-moving traffic, like the blood in the body of a dying person.