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Deep in the dark and silent alley, the sounds of body collisions, dull and forceful gasps, and occasionally a few clenched teeth could be heard endlessly.

According to this level of stature and strength, it should have been a unilateral beating by the strong men, but under Ji Yang's almost desperate style of play, it turned into a 1V2 mutual beating.

He didn't care how many times he was thrown or punched, as long as he pulled out his gear, inserted his eyes, pulled his ears, and locked his throat within the range of his hands, the tricks were tricky but effective, and the moves were deadly.When he was held down by two people and could not move, he opened his mouth and almost bit off the ear of one of them.

His glasses fell to the ground, his hair was pulled into a mess, and blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth and nose. He didn't care about it at all, and seized the opportunity to hold the person's head and slammed it against the wall.

Again and again, sporadic moonlight fell down, but it couldn't shine into the bottomless black pupils of the young man. He gritted his teeth tightly, like a mad wolf that was extremely hungry, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of shock hostility.

On the third hit, another person came over and grabbed his shoulder, and he was about to fall to the ground like a dog.

Instead, he grabbed the man's wrist and directly hit the man's chin with the back of his head.

The blow was so powerful that the bones collided and made a toothache sound. The man's jaw was dislocated, and the shackles on him were immediately released.

Ji Yang fell to the ground, feeling dizzy with a headache, but soon, he shook his head and stood up little by little with his hands on the ground.

Of the two people, one probably passed out and was paralyzed on the ground motionless, while the other was drooling while clutching his jaw that couldn't close.

Ji Yang picked up a big rock from the ground and walked towards the man unsteadily.

The man looked at him with frightened eyes, he took several steps back, and finally fell down beside his companion, saying "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah".

Ji Yang raised the stone high, under the moonlight, the expression on his face had become blank and numb.

The man closed his eyes in fright.

but.

For several seconds, he didn't feel the next attack from the mad dog-like child.

The man opened his eyes cautiously, and saw the young man suddenly pulled his lips and smiled.

That smile made all the hairs on the man's body stand on end.

Ji Yang casually threw the stone on the man, squatted down, patted his face coldly, and said, "You remember it, go back and tell your boss, I don't accept Ji Xiaochun's account."

"Whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with me."

"No matter how many people you send to kill me, there is no money."

Tranquility returned to the alley.

Ji Yang limped out alone, and when he got out of the field of vision of those two, he couldn't bear it anymore, his whole body collapsed against the wall, and he had to support the wall hard to prevent himself from falling down .

The buzzing sound around his ears was sharp, and the things in his sight became blurred. When the headlights of a car swept over, he blinked hard, only then did he see that it was a black off-road vehicle.

Then everything went dark, and he fell headlong to the ground.

The off-road vehicle that had already driven past slammed on the brakes.

As the driver, Wen Zhili glanced at the rearview mirror in disbelief, "Did I miss that person just now?"

He and Jing Muye came to Old South Street to attend the class reunion tonight. Seeing that they couldn't make it in time, they thought about taking a small road, but they didn't think they had gone far when a person suddenly fell behind his car.

Wen Zhili thought about it repeatedly, and confirmed that there was at least half a meter between his car and that person, and it was impossible to wipe it.

"Impossible." He murmured.

Jing Muye was lazily nestling in the co-pilot to reply to the message. His long legs were folded in the not-so-large space, and his elbows were leaning against the car window.

"Drink too much, it has nothing to do with you."

After Jing Muye finished speaking, he remembered the social news that Jian Yangyang and him complained about some time ago, and frowned: "It can't be the one who touches porcelain, right?"

He looked up at the camera in the other direction on the street.

With a casual expression: "It's okay, there is monitoring, let's go."

Wen Zhili nodded, but couldn't help but look back again.

Looking at it from this distance, the man was dressed in black and fell face down on the ground, looking like a corpse.

He has always been gentle and gentle, and he is also known as an "old lady" in the base. He takes care of the group of young children all day long, and his mentality has changed a little.

"Let's take a look?"

With his hands on the steering wheel, he looked back frequently sadly, "What if something happens?"

Wen Zhili's tone was too serious, Jing Muye gave a "tsk", put down the phone and looked back again.

This time he didn't hesitate, he directly opened the car door and took a long step, "I'll go over and have a look."

Jing Muye walked towards the person step by step, until he got close, the person still fell on the ground without moving.

He knelt down and didn't smell any alcohol on this man.

Jing Muye's expression became serious.

"Hey, wake up."

He called twice, but there was no answer.

He wanted to try to turn the person over, but he was afraid that if the person had some injuries and it would be difficult to move, he lowered his head to confirm that the person had fallen on his side, his mouth and nose were exposed to the air, and he could breathe normally.

Wen Zhili came over behind him and asked, "Mu Ye, are you alright?"

Jing Muye stood up, his chiseled face became a little more serious and serious under the shadow of night: "I don't know what's going on, it's best not to touch him."

After speaking, Jing Muye took out his mobile phone and dialed 120.

Soon, 120 ambulances came roaring.

When the doctor conducted a preliminary examination and lifted the hem of the man's clothes, Jing Muye was taken aback.

This person has a butterfly tattooed on his tailbone.

Jing Muye was still in a trance until he sat at the round table in the party hotel box.

His appearance was originally mixed and cold, and when he was sitting by the window with a cold expression, almost no one dared to come and talk to him.

Several mobile phone cameras were quietly aimed at him, and after taking many side-face photos that made people lick their faces, the high school head teacher arrived late.

Today's gathering can be regarded as a complete one. The banquet was full of toasting and exchange of cups.The young campus students in the past became mature and smooth after stepping into the society, which made the atmosphere of the scene very lively.

Among them, Jing Muye was like a different kind, always looking down at the phone, his aura was incompatible with this place.

Wen Zhili just replied to his message: "It's nothing serious, but the soft tissue contusion is more serious."

He was inexplicably relieved, but when he looked up, he saw the head teacher walking towards him with a wine glass and a smile.

The appearance of the flower of Gaoling was torn off, Jing Muye stood up with a smile on his face and greeted him: "Teacher."

Some greetings.

The homeroom teacher complained that Jing Muye hadn't come to the party for many years, but he was very happy to see the real person coming this time. After all, in his teaching career for so many years, Jing Muye can be regarded as one of his very capable students .

In high school, he was an unrivaled academic god. He was always ranked first in his grade, not to mention he still has an excellent skin, which is really unforgettable.

At that time, even the school uniform that Jing Muye casually put on the stands of the playground was stolen, and his reputation has been handed down to this day, becoming a man of influence that all the students of No. [-] Middle School in South Street look up to.

Although I didn't expect this student to abduct to play e-sports in the end, but he was able to enter the World Championship and compete in the first or second, which can be regarded as a glory for the country. As a teacher, we still have to respect the students' own preferences.

Halfway through the talk, the class teacher suddenly remembered: "By the way, why didn't that kid Wen Zhili come?"

Jing Muye helped the teacher to sit down, he was considerate and gentlemanly: "I encountered a problem on the road, he went to deal with it, and I will be there later."

The head teacher nodded in relief: "That's good. Tell him to be careful on the road."

The surrounding eyes are hot, I am afraid that the whole audience is secretly paying attention to their communication.Jing Muye has long been used to such attention. He talked with the teacher during the dinner, and his confident and dazzling appearance attracted many people's eyes.

Wen Zhili didn't arrive until the party was coming to an end.

After a circle of greetings, Wen Zhili glanced at the crowd, but saw no one.

He touched the corridor outside the box, and sure enough, he saw Jing Muye smoking at a corner.

Wen Zhili walked over, the very faint smell of tobacco was inhaled into his nostrils, he coughed softly, Jing Muye saw him, and immediately pinched the cigarette.

"Makino."

Wen Zhili called him: "Why aren't you in there?"

In front of familiar people, Jing Muye didn't hide it, his expression was a bit tired and restless: "There are too many people."

Wen Zhili found it funny: "Since when are you afraid of too many people? Haven't you always been like a fish in water on such occasions?"

Jing Muye was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Over there... everything has been arranged?"

"Over there?" Wen Zhili was stunned for a moment, then realized: "Oh, it's arranged."

He stretched himself, and his voice was soft: "I contacted the family members. He is a very qualified middle-aged man. He has been holding my hand and saying that he wants to thank me."

After finishing speaking, he sighed: "Fortunately, there is no major problem. We probably picked it up just after the fight."

Jing Muye nodded, "He..." The words paused for a second, Jing Muye rubbed his body, "Forget it."

Wen Zhili felt a little inexplicable, but Jing Muye had already picked up his steps and went to the box.

"Let's go, say hello again, it's almost time to go back to the base."

hospital.

It was early morning when Ji Yang woke up, the morning light outside the window was faint, and a piece of washed blue sky came into view.

He blinked vigorously, and was dullly aware of the dull pain in his body. The moment he regained consciousness, he immediately gritted his teeth and propped himself up to sit up.

A middle-aged man beside him was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, watching his movements, and jokingly said, "Oh, little brother is awake."

Ji Yang turned his head, but the man gave him a thumbs up: "Awesome, yesterday's fight was quite fierce, right? I thought your bones were broken when you saw your bruises all over your body. I didn't expect you to look scary , are all skin wounds."

After finishing speaking, he shook his head: "Master."

Ji Yang was in a daze from the pain, and smiled politely at the man.

The man Yile: "The face is well protected." As he spoke, he turned to the woman who was sitting beside him having breakfast for approval: "Is that right, wife? This child is so beautiful."

pretty?

Ji Yang was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the glasses on his face.

Touched empty.

The woman gave him a very loving look, and then slapped her own ugly man: "You still have the nerve to say, look at you, it's fine to imitate others when you are young, and you haven't hit him yet, are you ashamed? "

The middle-aged couple started bickering, while Ji Yang wanted to get out of bed as soon as he lifted the quilt.

As soon as his feet landed, a heart-pounding pain came from the base of his thighs. Ji Yang's legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

Hu Yongxing just came in with a bag of breakfast, and hurriedly shouted: "Hey...don't move, don't move!"

He walked over in a few quick steps, picked up Ji Yang, and his expression became fierce: "You still think you haven't tossed enough, don't you? You're so hurt and want to get out of bed, do you think you're a superman?"

After helping the person to sit down, Hu Yongxing stood on the edge of the bed with his hips crossed in this condescending posture and scolded Ji Yang: "Tell me, what did you do last night? No matter how I called your cell phone, I didn't answer it. Find someone I couldn’t find it either, and I was so anxious that I almost called the police.”

"If a kind-hearted person hadn't met you and sent you to the hospital, I don't think anyone would know where you died!"

The bruise on his body became more sore after fermenting overnight, Ji Yang pursed his lips tightly, his voice hoarse: "I'm sorry..."

"Sorry? Why are you sorry for me!"

Hu Yongxing was obviously in a hurry all night, and got angry: "Ji Yang, I know you are capable and have ideas, but when will you be able to take care of yourself? Fighting with others like this, you talk about it, it's ridiculous How old are you, can you be more sensible!"

After all, it is a public hospital, and there are three fighters lying neatly next to Ji Yang's hospital bed, and they are all looking at them at the moment.

The man who first made fun of Ji Yang couldn't bear to see Ji Yang being scolded with his head down all the time: "Hey, brother, don't be angry, children... At this age, it's normal, normal to fight twice when you get emotional."

"Others are normal, but he is not normal!"

Hu Yongxing retorted subconsciously, and after he finished speaking, he realized that his words were a bit too much, so he got stuck.

The ward was quiet for a few seconds, and during this interval, Ji Yang's cell phone rang.

Only then did Ji Yang look up at Hu Yongxing, then slowly took out the phone from under the pillow and picked it up.

"Hey?"

"Well, I am."

"Interview? This afternoon, what time?"

"Okay, okay, I'll be there on time this afternoon."

When Hu Yongxing heard this, he was so angry that he walked back and forth in front of the hospital bed with his hips akimbo.

He endured and endured, finally waited for Ji Yang to hang up the phone, and immediately said: "Still interviewing? You are already like this, why don't you take a good rest and recuperate, and still go for an interview?"

He pointed at Ji Yang and wanted to say something, but he held back abruptly.

Ji Yang himself didn't take it seriously, and lowered his head to swipe the newly sent interview message on his phone: "Brother Xing, I'm fine, I can go back to the hospital after a while."

After checking the interview address on the text message, WeChat will simultaneously pop up the relevant email.

He clicked in and glanced casually, but when he exited, he noticed that a group chat had been pushed to the top of the page.

08:37

Jiuniang Xiaowanzi: Jing Muye is really handsome.

His movements paused.

It was as if a dose of adrenaline had been directly injected into the heart, and the heart rate soared instantly, and the body seemed to be ignited by a prairie fire, and the blood in the whole body became hot.

He clicked into the WeChat group called [South Street No. [-] Middle School Alumni Group].

Countless pictures of Jing Muye's profile and back were constantly refreshed. He couldn't hear a word of Hu Yongxing at all. He shook his hands and downloaded the original pictures one by one to save. At the end, a new message was posted——

08:40

Jiuniang Xiaowanzi: By the way, Jing Muye has already been invited for the school's centennial celebration, and he promised to come.

The author has something to say:

I have something to do tomorrow, stop for another day.

Love you muas.