That scumbag famous flower has a master

One:

Cheng Geyun was wearing a school uniform, holding a recording board in one hand, with a pen and a few pieces of paper sandwiched on the board.

Obviously, summer is coming to an end, but the wind is still scorching hot. Two students brought a box of ice water and put it beside him. Cheng Geyun raised his eyes from the form and asked, "Has the expenditure been reported from the financial statement?"

"Reported, President, is there any work arrangement for us?"

"No need." He stood up, showing a young and cheerful smile, clean and bright, not inferior to the light behind him: "It is very hard to carry water, you should rest. I will call someone to fetch water to quench my thirst, and then I will walk around twice to check The surrounding environment can call it a day and go home.”

The two agreed and sat down in the shade, while Cheng Geyun walked up to the light, gestured to several people in the distance, and motioned for them to get water.

Cheng Geyun was elected the president of the student union in the first semester of high school, and there is still half a month before the fall semester starts. He takes the members of the student union to do social practice activities, and cleans the streets in three groups, which can be completed in a week.

Five or six teenagers and girls walked slowly, holding cold mineral water in their hands, and the water bottles were covered with water droplets due to the heat, and their hands were wet when they were held.Cheng Geyun's face turned slightly red from the heat, he held up the water bottle and stuck it to his cheeks, his sleepiness finally subsided a little, and he said as he walked, "Xiaoning remember to write the practice report when he goes back, I have to hand it in to the teacher for review a week before school starts. Liu Yue, there is another practical activity the day after tomorrow, please remember to give me the list of people who asked for leave today so that we can arrange the next activity..."

He was only fifteen or sixteen years old at this time, and his face was still childish, but his expression was serious, as if he had already regarded himself as a small adult.

The relationship between everyone and Cheng Geyun has always been friendly, or in other words, he has always been very popular in school.Several members of the student union first agreed, and then made a few jokes with him. The atmosphere suddenly became active again, and it returned to the normal state. The whole group was talking and laughing.

When they finished walking together and were about to go back to their respective homes, they suddenly heard a cry.

Cheng Geyun looked along the sound source, and it turned out to be a little fat man with a bruised nose and a swollen face, carrying a large schoolbag that didn't fit his figure on his back, wiping the tears on his face with one hand, and sobbing non-stop, staggering his steps, especially Pitiful.

"Little friend, what's the matter with you?" A girl approached first, knelt down and asked him, "Did you fight with someone?"

The little fat man cried uncontrollably, sobbing and unable to answer.

Fortunately, this girl is very gentle, and patiently waited for him to speak under the scorching sun: "I, I'm making up lessons over there..." Yuanyuan's fleshy fingers pointed in a general direction, and he burst into tears: " Someone robbed me of my pocket money!"

The girl turned her head and looked at Cheng Geyun and the others.

"Call the police." Cheng Geyun doesn't like children crying. He is still a child at heart, so in this situation he is very rational: "Walk two streets and turn the corner and there is a police station."

He also squatted down slightly, and asked the little fat man, "How much did he rob you?"

The little fat man stopped crying suddenly, sucked his nose, slowly stretched out his hand, opened his palm to reveal five fingers, and said softly, "Five dollars."

Cheng Geyun: ...

The little fat man's schoolbag looked too heavy, the girl offered to carry it for him, and he relaxed a lot, leading the way.

After walking for about eight or nine minutes, he finally stopped and pointed to a small alley: "I make up lessons every week, and he comes to me for money. I still have a few classmates who haven't finished their classes. He will definitely wait here them."

"Are you sure?" someone asked him.

The little fat man nodded firmly: "It's like this every time!"

If he could find a few elementary school students to blackmail, Cheng Geyun would probably be able to deal with it, so he wouldn't waste the time of the police uncles.These boys and girls came here to meddle in their own business, in the end it was because of their youthful spirit, their thoughts were pure and naive.

He seemed to hear movement, footsteps were heard in the alley, a boy rushed in and shouted, "Don't run!"

But when he dashed in, he saw only an empty alley, the boy sighed in frustration, and before he turned around to say the word "President", he realized that Cheng Geyun had disappeared.

Cheng Geyun pressed down on that small, thin shoulder, and grabbed him so that he couldn't run away.

He had expected that the people in the alley would run away, because only a fool would hear the sound and not run away, but this alley is not a dead end, so naturally he went to the other side and waited.

Cheng Geyun frowned instead: "It's you who frightened that little fat man and asked him for money?"

He was funny and strange for a while, because the person in front of him who blackmailed the little fat man for five yuan was obviously just a child.

Cheng Geyun's legs are long, and he has an inherent advantage. It is also the time when his body is growing. To him, running these few steps is like a joke, but it is different to this child. Turning around, he was panting heavily because he was running too fast, as if he was being dealt with like this.

But the reality is far from that simple, the child is very cunning, grabbing Cheng Geyun's careless moment, and rushing forward.

Cheng Geyun had quick hands and quick eyes, and grabbed his collar, purely to scare the children, and forced himself to look fierce: "I will run and send you to the police station, and the police will send you to the juvenile detention center."

I don't know if it's because of the miracle of Dali or because the child is too frightened, but the child froze in place, allowing Cheng Geyun to grab him.

Cheng Geyun sighed softly, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw that the child had a blue collar and white short sleeves that were washed white, and the neck under the collar was covered with sweat, and his family background was not very good.But in his opinion, this is not a reason to steal other people's money: "You are so young, why do you want to blackmail others? If the family is really short of money, you can go to the government to apply for subsistence allowances and subsidies."

His fists were clenched tightly into a ball, and his whole body was so thin that it seemed that there was only a layer of flesh left on the bones. Cheng Geyun felt his hand hurt when he was holding him... as if he was really sleepy.

He couldn't bear it for a while, but he still stretched out his hand: "Five yuan, I'll help you return it."

The child turned his head, and there was no expression on his face. His facial features hadn't opened yet, and he seemed to be only seven or eight years old. At first glance, he seemed to be a little younger than that little fat man, and his face was not less injured than that little fat man.He hesitated for a few seconds, but returned the crumpled notes.

Cheng Geyun looked down at Qian and stood up: "You wait for me here, don't leave."

After thinking about it, he added: "Otherwise I will catch you every time I see you in the future."

The kid nods.

Seeing him nodding, Cheng Geyun was relieved, turned around and ran to the place where he started chasing.

In essence, the matter of the little fat man was just an episode to them, so the incident of "Cheng Geyun is gone" could easily draw everyone's attention back, and for a while, everyone took the little fat man with him. Start looking for Cheng Geyun everywhere.

Seeing Cheng Geyun appear, they all gathered around, their words were quite worried.

Cheng Geyun just sorted out the crumpled money and returned it to the little fat man.The little fat man thanked him repeatedly, but he heard Cheng Geyun ask abruptly, "Do you know him?"

The little fat man paused when he collected the money, then nodded: "He used to be my classmate."

"Before?" someone muttered after hearing the words: "Have you been bullying you all the time? Why are you so young and you are like this, stealing money and bullying at the same time."

Another person asked: "Geyun, since you bumped into him, why didn't you bring him back? This is too much, and you will definitely bully others in the future."

The little fat man seemed a little guilty.

In fact, the child's self-righteous pretense is always full of flaws in the eyes of older people, but their cognition is not enough to think of all this, so they still answer: "Yes, but he didn't go to school, and he used to bully us. .”

Cheng Geyun ignored other people's questions and continued to ask: "Are you sure? Didn't lie?"

Seeing his doubts, the little fat man immediately became confident: "Of course, he stole the five dollars."

"I see." Cheng Geyun didn't seem to care about this matter anymore. After these people told the little fat man one by one, he said to the members of the student union: "Let's stop here today. Remember to complete the task when you go back. Be careful on the way." Safety."

"Geyun, won't you go back with us?"

"Yeah? Do you have anything else to do? I'll go with you."

……

"No need," Cheng Geyun waved to them, "Goodbye."

He walked back to the original place alone, and there was no one at this time, so he must have run away.

Cheng Geyun was a little annoyed in his heart. He thought that he trusted a stranger so much, but was tricked by a child. He held his breath and couldn't get up or down, so he simply stood there and didn't go away.

So he found a shady place nearby, squatted down and wrote and drew on the paper of the recording board. The more he wrote, the more unhappy he felt-he originally wanted to help others, and always felt that people could trust each other. He is not vicious, that child clearly agreed to him, why should he sneak away?

Although Cheng Geyun is much older than this kid, he is only about fifteen or sixteen years old, and since he started to think about it, the people he has met are pretty good, and they treat him very well, and they follow his wishes almost everywhere. It was a rare setback, and it was extremely frustrating for a while.

About ten minutes later, Cheng Geyun was almost angry, and just as he raised his eyes slightly, he saw a small shadow on the ground.

He heard the voice of the child, who had been thirsty for a long time in summer and was too hoarse: "I didn't leave, I was just afraid that you were a bad person."

Cheng Geyun's mood improved for no reason.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Then am I a bad person?"

Such behavior is tantamount to asking a child to coax him upside down, but Cheng Geyun did it as it should be, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, he thought that he was really not bad.

"No." The child shook his head, he still lowered his head, not daring to look at Cheng Geyun.

Cheng Geyun saw his appearance, the wound on his face was still swollen, he felt a little uncomfortable, his voice gradually softened, and asked: "What's your name, and how did you write it?"

"My...name is Tang Chen," he lowered his head lower, as if he would never lift it up again: "Tang of the Tang Dynasty, Yan Dongchen."