Be good

Lin Qianxi not only closed the door and went back, but also sat down and continued to work on the questions after returning.

I didn't notice it at first, but now that I know what's going on outside, I can't ignore the movement.

There was a "clang", the sound of hitting something, and it was sent to his ears through the door.

Lin Qianxi guessed that there should be hands on the outside.

There was a sound of chaotic footsteps, mixed with muffled groans and cursing, as if he was climbing a staircase, or as if he was kicked down just as he climbed up.There was no other movement in the old building, and these voices seemed to be stuck here, and they couldn't get out anyway.

He looked at the volt-ampere and resistance on the topic, shook the pen between his fingers, and simply moved to the window, away from the door.

It's useless, the noise outside can still be heard clearly.The young man with the bald head had the loudest voice. He was cursing Zongcheng, spraying all over his genitals, so dirty that he couldn't hear it.

But then he howled like a slaughtered pig, and couldn't stop cursing.

Then there were shouts and curses from other people, more chaotic footsteps, and something was thrown to the ground and shattered with a "slap".

From the beginning to the end, I didn't hear Zongcheng say a word.

It should be fine, right?Lin Qianxi bit the tip of his pen unconsciously.

He knew the group of people outside, they looked like street gangsters, and it would be no problem for a young man with a bald head to come here. Zongcheng can fight well, but this time there were obviously too many.

Forget it, keep writing.

"Bang!" There was another loud knock on the door.

Lin Qianxi had just written a few strokes, and dragged his hand, almost tearing the paper, frowning, he went to see the door, and threw down the pen: "This fucking..."

no!He is still worried, but don't destroy Zongcheng, if it is destroyed, where can he find such a useful one to teach him, it is not allowed!

Lin Qianxi stood up holding the small table, and the door was pushed open.

Zongcheng walked in, and casually threw the baseball bat in his hand on the ground, hitting the floor with a "boom".

Lin Qianxi took a careful look behind him. The bald young man was lying on the ground at the door, covering his mouth, with blood in his fingers. There were several people lying beside him who could only see their feet.

Zongcheng slammed the door shut, lowered his eyes, wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and rubbed it, a piece was broken there.

"Don't think you can hide!" The bald man scolded in a high-pitched voice outside the door: "Bring someone here if you don't pay back the money, do you hear me? Fuck you! Pay back Gu Zhiqiang's money quickly! There are so many of them, Still can't do you!"

Zongcheng suddenly picked up the baseball bat again, turned around and opened the door: "Come on, let him ask me for it himself!"

The bald head got up and ran away as if fleeing.

The rest of the people seemed to have realized it, and hurriedly ran downstairs behind the bald head, and the footsteps of stepping on the stairs seemed to be unable to keep up with one step, and they ran down a series of steps.

Lin Qianxi stared at the back of Zongcheng when he opened the door, and checked it up and down. Fortunately, except for a little skin on the corner of his mouth, it was not damaged.

Zongcheng closed the door again, threw the baseball bat, turned around, and took a look at him: "You have already seen it, you are looking for trouble."

Lin Qianxi said: "This kind of thing happened more than once, right? I've seen that little bald head several times."

"Yeah." Zongcheng stood at the table, took a cup, poured water into it, took a big gulp down, and then said: "I was outside before, this is my first visit."

The first time he came to the door, he hit him.

Lin Qianxi knew he shouldn't ask, so he hesitated for a moment, seeing the situation clearly in front of his eyes, he still couldn't help but said, "Didn't you say that your father was causing trouble for you? Why did that bald head ask you to pay back the money again? You owe money to that Gu Zhiqiang?"

Holding the cup, Zong Cheng suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at him: "Don't you understand? Gu Zhiqiang is my father."

Lin Qianxi froze for a moment, Gu Zhiqiang, Gu Yang, yes, they are all surnamed Gu.

"Fuck, your dad is asking you for trouble just to make you pay back the money?"

"No one owes him money." Zong Cheng put down his glass, lowered his head, pulled his crumpled T-shirt, and said without any emotion, "He just wants money."

"Ask you?" Lin Qianxi sized him up: "Are you rich?"

Is this fucking upside down?Lao Tzu asked his son for money?

"I don't have any money." Zong Cheng looked up, "My mother has it." After a pause, he added, "I used to have it."

Lin Qianxi remembered that Ji Cai said that her mother sponsored her to go to college, which meant that her mother might be really rich.

What does it mean before, that it is gone now?

"Then your father shouldn't be chasing you for money." Lin Qianxi felt that the logic was wrong: "Even if he really wants money, he should ask your mother for it, right?"

"Then he can't do it," Zongcheng said, "my mother passed away."

Lin Qianxi fell silent for a moment.

"Several years." He added lightly.

"..." Lin Qianxi touched the tip of his nose, and suddenly felt that he shouldn't ask. As expected, he shouldn't be too fussy. He didn't know what to say when he heard this.

Zongcheng turned his head and poured another glass of water as if nothing had happened. He drank it up in one gulp, put down the glass, walked over, and looked at the test paper on the small table: "Have you finished the questions?"

Lin Qianxi followed his gaze to look at the question, just in time to skip the words just now: "Well, it's almost there, it was too noisy outside just now."

Zongcheng read the questions again, and then took the physics book: "It still doesn't work, you may not be able to do it today, you have to read it again, and I will mark a few more pages for you."

"Okay." Lin Qianxi stared at his downcast eyes, thinking how he could still talk to him calmly, then saw the corner of his mouth, which was turning green now, and stretched out his finger: "You , we have to deal with it."

Zongcheng folded the pages of the book he wanted to read, threw it on the small table, and pressed his thumb again: "The bald man hit him with his elbow, it's all right, there is medicine at home."

Lin Qianxi suddenly thought of why there was that spray in his house, it was more than spray, it was prepared early in the morning.

"Forget it, I'll go back and do it." He said suddenly.

Zongcheng looked at him: "Don't do it here?"

Lin Qianxi wanted him to teach the questions. Looking at the current situation, it was obviously inconvenient. He was still hanging on, but just now he brought up his family affairs, and if he asked him to teach as if nothing happened, he would feel like a beast.

He started to clean up: "Let's go back and write. There are violent activities in your place today, so it's not suitable to stay here."

"It's too violent, not suitable for 'beautiful boy'." Zongcheng was still in the mood to joke, but his face was still expressionless, and he glanced at his feet by the way: "Want to see you off? Can you go now?"

Lin Qianxi stretched his right ankle, the spray was really effective, and the pain is really not so bad now: "Yes, I will ride the motorcycle by myself, you'd better not show your head right now."

Can the gangster help?At least don't go out for a stroll tonight.

Zongcheng nodded his head: "If you don't understand when you go back, please ask on WeChat. My dad has to finish teaching this question."

Lin Qianxi glanced at him, and suddenly admired this man's psychological quality, no wonder he was the number one in ten thousand years.

"I'll find you after I finish writing."

He walked to the door with his schoolbag on his back, and when he opened the door, he was shocked by the scene outside. It was a mess, and several flower pots were smashed on the ground. He didn't know which one belonged to it, and the soil was scattered all over the place.

"Let's go." He said back.

"Yeah." Zong Cheng had already picked up the cigarette at some point, and was lighting his cigarette with his head down, without looking at him.

Lin Qianxi picked up the ground and stepped out, closing the door behind him, blocking the figure in Zongcheng Station's room.

Slowly going down the stairs, as soon as he left the building, he couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Fuck me!"

I have never heard such an anecdote when I grow up so old, that a father actually asks his son for money, and even a gangster comes to the door to make trouble.

Who the hell, that's fucking amazing.Even the big event that he had waited for a day for the teaching questions was interrupted.

Lin Qianxi was angry when he thought about it, and he didn't know whether he was angry for Zongcheng or himself.

He put his schoolbag on the motorcycle, stepped on the gas pedal with his left foot, and then sat on it. He raised his head and was about to go. From a distance, he saw a few people shaking on the road ahead, and he stretched his head to look here.

Lin Qianxi looked back at the old building again. From this angle, he couldn't see the lights of Zongcheng's house.

He drove his motorcycle out, passed by on purpose, and glanced at those people. They were all squatting on the side of the road smoking, swearing, with "not doing business properly" written all over their bodies, their faces and body were not clean, and the marks of being beaten were all there. Still keep it.

Damn it hasn't left yet.

Lin Qianxi thought it was a good thing Zongcheng didn't send them, and he was even more angry when he saw these goods, so he left without finishing the questions because of them.

He speeded up, turned around, and drove directly to Yang Rui's place.

The lights were on in the grocery store.

Lin Qianxi rushed to the door on his motorcycle and shouted, "Yang Rui!"

Yang Rui's familiar sound of "slippers" came over, and came out quickly: "Why? You can't get off the motorcycle when you pull it so hard?"

Lin Qianxi said: "I have trouble walking now, is Lu Feng here? I have something to ask him."

"Not here." Yang Rui asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

"It's urgent." Lin Qianxi said impatiently on the motorcycle, "Look for him, and move him as long as you can."

"Wait." Yang Rui took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, pressed the speakerphone, and got through in a second: "Hey, come here."

Lu Feng was a little noisy: "I'm eating barbecue."

"Just say whether you're coming or not?" Yang Rui was annoyed.

Lu Feng said, "Here we come."

"Fuck," Lin Qianxi interjected, "There's no need to come here, just talk on the phone."

What a waste of time, he still has to go back and do the questions.

Yang Rui said to the phone again: "Okay, then you don't have to come."

Lu Feng left the noisy place: "I took all the car keys."

"Put it back, don't come, it's not me looking for you, Lin Qianxi is looking for you, just say it on the phone."

"Forget it, I won't come." Lu Feng replied.

Yang Rui handed the phone to Lin Qianxi.

Lin Qianxi took it, pressed the speakerphone, and put it to his ear: "Brother Lu, some bastards are on the street, can you please solve it?"

Lu Feng asked: "How to solve it?"

"Whatever, just tell them not to bother Zongcheng again." Lin Qianxi knew that he had a way, and Lu Feng didn't mess around on the streets, but he did have a way, and he was better than many gangsters.

"Okay, what's the name, say it again."

"Zongcheng."

"Okay, remember." Lu Feng hung up the phone.

Lin Qianxi returned the phone to Yang Rui.

Yang Rui sized him up: "Brother Ku offended someone? Haven't you learned well, why are you helping him again?"

Lin Qianxi turned the handlebars to leave, stopped on the motorcycle, turned around and said, "That's different, I can't learn well without him, now anyone who moves him will hinder me!"

After talking about the motorcycle, he went out and flew away.