The same table is always testing the edge of the fried hair

"Wow-!"

A few motorcycles with colorful lights roared and roared past Jin Street, blowing up a row of young people sitting on the street eating supper.

One of the brothers with dyed red hair trembled from the sound, the head of the braised duck that he had just picked up fell back into the bowl, the splashed soup covered his face, he slapped the table and stood up, pointing at the motorcycle going away and yelling : "Fuck me! Ride so fast, rushing to your mother's grave?!"

The little brother with yellow hair next to him quickly handed over the paper, and while wiping off the sauce on the boss’s face, he held the boss’s hand: “Forget it, big brother, forget it, today is a big day, let’s not care about it, just calm down cool down."

The red hair rolled his eyes and sat back on his seat, "The motorcycles are so fancy, a group of killers are not mainstream!"

As the roar gradually faded away, people's attention returned to the food and the topic just now, and the yelling and cursing of the red-haired brother were quickly drowned out in the crowded Golden Street.

Jin Street is a snack street in the south of City C. The street is narrow and cramped. A few iron pillars are erected at the end of the street to prohibit the entry and exit of vehicles. Those with four wheels are isolated from the outside, but those with two wheels only need to turn around. Once the ground is operated, it can still sneak in through the gap between the iron pillars.

There are few people here during the day, and the shutter doors of every small shop are drawn tightly, with a heavy lock hanging underneath.As long as it is night, there will be a large number of people pouring into Jin Street, and the lights will be like daytime. The lights of "Spicy Lobster King", "Xiao Xu's Secret Duck Head"..."Lao Chen BBQ King" light up the whole The street is half red and half green, and everything looks appetizing.

The night breeze is slightly cool, blowing away the heat and dryness of the summer heat.

Xia Ci held up half a bottle of beer and touched the air in a formal manner. Before the mouth of the bottle reached his mouth, the bottle was snatched by Meng Yue who was sitting next to him, "Don't drink it, your head is still wrapped Wear gauze, do you want my life?"

Meng Yue stared at Xia Ci, and counted the bruises on his face, "Who caused this injury? Did you fight again?"

Xia Ci rested his chin, and lowered his eyes to glance at the black screen of the phone, "Well, I ran into Cheng Qing when I was passing by No. [-] Middle School yesterday."

Meng Yue took a breath.

Cheng Qing is familiar with him, unilaterally.

This person is the toughest thorn in No. [-] Middle School. Relying on his family's wealth and connections, he forms gangs and fights in the school. The school tries to turn a blind eye and close one eye as much as possible. .Over time, some people spread that Cheng Qing was the No. [-] Middle School's top student, and one rumor spread ten times, and not only people outside the school believed it, but even himself believed it.

In addition, Cheng Qing is still a troublemaker, he likes to wander around the hallway with his hands in his pockets to find faults when he has nothing to do, followed by the two younger brothers who are very friendly, often he has no reason to fight, just because he doesn't like you.

What Meng Yue couldn't understand was——Xia Ci, as a key training object in a key class of a key middle school, looked harmless to humans and animals from head to toe, how could he provoke the school bully of No. [-] Middle School.

"Did you have a holiday with him?"

Xia Ci shook his head, "No, it's the first time I see you."

The people next to him were dumbfounded, "Why do you fight when there is no holiday?"

Meng Yue is a typical familiar character, he can talk to anyone, and the aunt dancing in the square likes him as a friend of women from the bottom of their hearts.

He has quite a lot of friends, all over the middle schools, and he has heard a lot of internal rumors about Cheng Qing. He had heard that he was going to have a fight with Lu Ziye, and he would often pass by others and bump into them on purpose, and then retort that they were arrogant, which can be called a fight The Porcelain King of the world, "Fuck, he bumped into you on purpose?!"

Xia Ci: "I bumped into it, so I don't know if it was not intentional."

"It's not intentional, it's intentional! The people in No. [-] Middle School said he was just a coward, and what we heard were all deified with beauty filters added..." Meng Yue took a sip, Solemnly said, "Anyway, no matter whether we beat him or not, let's take revenge together!"

Xia Ci: "No need to go."

"Why don't you go?!" Meng Yue slapped the table, not stabbing his brother with a knife, he is not a gentleman, "People say that you don't slap people in the face, but this grandson dares to hit you on the head-no, it's up to you Call back, put a sack in the alley..."

Xia Ci coughed and interrupted him, "Cheng Qing should be in the hospital and won't wake up for a while."

"..."

"Huh? Hospitalized?"

Meng Yue was speechless for a while, then swallowed, "...you hit me?"

"What?" Xia Ci smiled, "It doesn't look like it?"

Xia Ci ignored Meng Yue's surprised expression, and pointed to the slightly red gauze on his head, "I sewed stitches, and he was hospitalized. This wave of blood is not a loss."

Xia Ci's words were too light and bland, as if being hospitalized with stitches was a trivial matter similar to eating and sleeping.The corners of Meng Yue's mouth twitched after hearing this, and his spine was inexplicably a little chilly.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the hostility between Xia Ci's eyebrows and eyes, and couldn't help thinking, where did the bookish school bully Fa Xiao go?

In the final analysis, it might be because we haven't seen each other for so long. Xia Ci's family moved to City A three years ago, and Meng Yue has never met him. All contact is basically maintained through a mobile phone that can only be used for 10 minutes on weekends.

So Meng Yue's impression of Xia Ci is still three years ago--the obedient boy who didn't care about world affairs and only read sage books.

A series of questions swirled in Meng Yue's mouth, but in the end he still didn't ask directly, so he had to change the subject, "What did your school say?"

Xia Ci: "Let me pack up and leave, the notice was posted this morning."

"It's not your fault, how could the school fire you at the juncture of senior year?!" Meng Yue said again, "Does Aunt Shen know about this?"

"If you violate the discipline during the probation period, the school can't help it." Xia Ci propped his chin with his hand, and couldn't help but glance at the phone again. "As for whether she knows it or not, that's the matter. They don't have time to care about me."

Hearing his tone, Meng Yue felt something was wrong, and asked tentatively, "Are you having a conflict with them?"

"What the fuck," Xia Ci sneered, "...they haven't been home for several years, and they don't have time to answer the phone. I don't have a chance to have a conflict with them."

Meng Yue was taken aback, but before he could say anything, the roar of the exhaust pipe behind him pierced through his eardrums, "Fuck! What non-mainstream idiot again!"

It hadn't been 10 minutes since the motorcycle disappeared, and the gorgeous lights came back to embellish the noise of Jin Street, and the sharp roar once again blasted a row of young people with hair dyed in various colors.

Amid the sound of the crusade, the motorcycle stopped steadily at the door of a store. The two people who got off were wearing blue and white school uniforms, with the third middle school embroidered under the school badge of "Rising sun, setting sail" on their chests.

The location where the car was parked was not far from Meng Yue. Meng Yue saw that the clothes were very friendly, and he looked closely at the non-mainstream person who turned out to be an acquaintance he knew, so he immediately waved his hands and shouted: "Brother Bo!"

The person who was called turned around and his eyes lit up, "Yo! It's my brother Yue!"

Meng Yue stood up and pulled two stools from the side table, "Brother Bo, come and sit!"

There is a person behind Boge, who is 1.8 meters tall by visual inspection, wearing a black peaked cap, a dazzling earring on his left ear, and a loose school uniform around his waist.Xia Ci looked this man up and down, and two words inexplicably appeared in his mind - anger.

"Isn't your car impounded by your father?" Meng Yue asked, pointing to the colorful motorcycle.

"It's not mine, it's Ye Kong's," Bo Ge buried his head in the menu, "This car is too flamboyant, it's not my style."

"Dislike it? You can walk back later," Ye Kong took out two pieces of paper from the paper box, and wiped the stool carefully.

"Wrong, brother, this is foreign style."

Ye Kong ignored him, sat down on his seat in a senile manner, and began to look curiously and unabashedly at the brother who had a serious injury in front of him.

"..."

Xia Ci endured it for a while, and was finally annoyed by the staring gaze. He raised his eyes to meet the man's eyes.

The brother who was peeping at others was caught on the spot, but he was not at all embarrassed. Instead, he smiled calmly, and his clear eyes were stained with a three-point smile.

Xia Ci couldn't hold back: "What are you looking at?"

Ye Kong answered quickly, "You look good."

Xia Ci: "..." Sure enough.

The people here have been fighting with their eyes for [-] rounds, and Brother Bo was only halfway through the menu. When he was about to greet the proprietress, a green wine bottle suddenly came across from behind.

Brother Bo looked up along the arm with the blue dragon stripes. On the white V-neck T-shirt, there were four big characters "all villains" written on it. There is also a large piece of sauce at the neckline, which is exuding this strong smell of fennel and star anise.

"Is that glowing motorcycle yours?" The speaker had a tuft of red hair on his head, and because he was backed by six younger brothers, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple, he spoke in an extraordinarily high-spirited manner.

Before Boge could answer, Ye Kong stood up and looked directly at Hongmaoge, "The car is mine, what's the matter?"

Brother Hongmao has been the eldest brother for so many years, and the most annoying thing is to look up and talk to others. As usual, he would have already waved his hands and shouted "Come on, brothers".

But the person in front of me today is not only tall, but also has a strong sense of oppression when he speaks, which makes the red-haired brother feel a little inexplicably frightened, and dare not look directly into the eyes under the black hat.

At this time, Brother Hongmao had to do it if he couldn’t do it. The six younger brothers behind him were rolling up their sleeves and stretching their teeth and claws to support him. Brother Hongmao had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "... now we advocate environmental protection, do you know Your motorcycle makes a lot of noise and can easily affect the appearance of the city!"

The six younger brothers in the back were taken aback, the boss's aura is different from the one at the dinner table just now... What about the one who promised to beat his teeth all over the floor and kneel down to beg for mercy?

Huangmao tugged at Brother Hongmao's clothes, leaned into his ear and whispered softly: "Brother Long, don't be soft-hearted, you brothers will go up as soon as you order! Think about that duck head, we can't be merciful this time!"

Brother Hongmao thought to himself, this time it's not because he is kind, but because he doesn't dare harden his heart.

Ye Kong ignored the whispers among the villains, pushed aside the wine bottle on Boge's shoulder with one hand, casually smiled, and apologized nicely, "I'm sorry."

As soon as these words came out, Brother Hongmao immediately became imposing. It turned out that the black hat is just a coward who admits mistakes when things happen, thanks to his liver trembling for a long time.

"Send me away just because you're sorry?" Brother Hong Mao tugged on his collar, his attitude was thousands of times more arrogant than before, "I asked a designer to order this dress privately, and when your motorcycle rang, it shook My hands were shaking, and the duck's head fell into the soup, which made my clothes dirty, and you have to pay for laundry and mental damage."

Ye Kong smiled, "What will happen if you don't pay?"

The red-haired brother raised his chin, and it became two to five to eighty thousand, "If you don't pay you, you won't be able to leave Golden Street!"

Xia Ci ignored the conversation between Brother Hongmao and Ye Kong at all, and lowered his head to flip through the messages on his mobile phone. This act of contempt for elder brother was noticed by younger brother Zi, who jumped out from behind and pointed at Xia Ci as if asking for credit. "Did you still dare to play with your mobile phone when my elder brother talks? Is it because you are not clear-headed or because you think your life is too long?"

All eyes focused on Xia Ci, and he turned off the phone expressionlessly, then raised his head impatiently, the temperature in his eyes was extremely low, "I don't have time to see you seven calabash babies are Blow it here."

Ye Kong looked back subconsciously, and the seven people in front of him just happened to stand crookedly in a vertical line, with a layered rainbow color.

It's like "seven flowers on a vine".

Ye Kong couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Hongwa: "..."

Brother Hongmao waved his hands angrily: "Brothers, give it to me!"

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