On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

Zhang Ye never thought that someone as smart as himself would be deceived by other people's tricks one day.

The street lamps could only illuminate a corner of the alley, and the exit was blocked by several tall and burly youths from society, each of whom was sluggish.

It was the first time Zhang Ye had encountered such a thing in his two lifetimes. He squinted his eyes and looked at these people. He had no fighting experience, but unexpectedly he felt hot all over. A voice deep in his heart urged him to charge forward.

The leader was a yellow-haired man with a scar on his face, with his hands in his trouser pockets shaking his legs, and he said casually, "You are the No. They want to clean you up and use other people’s money to eliminate disasters. If you are ruthless, don’t blame your elder brother. You see, this is what a good student is like. Did you regret not studying hard at the beginning?”

Zhang Ye clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist, pursed his lips, and stood there motionless.Those few people obviously didn't take him seriously, and came to block him with empty hands.

Huang Mao stood aside and rubbed his chin to watch the show, but the more he watched, the more he felt that something was wrong. The kid looked at him and got hit a few times, but he avoided most of them. After a while, he had already thrown off a few brothers and looked at him. Leaning over, it seems that he wants to capture the thief first and capture the king first, which is interesting.

Huang Mao's body shape is about the same as that of Zhao Rong. Zhang Ye took aim at him early in the morning, thinking that with multiple scars on his face, he would be able to grow diagonally.

Zhang Ye is not afraid of trouble, the backlog of boredom in his heart is already full and is about to overflow, now is just a chance to vent, even if he is crippled, he doesn't have to worry about alarming the school for punishment.

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After more than ten minutes of fighting, Zhang Ye tightly pinched Huangmao's neck with both hands. Seeing that he was struggling to breathe and looked like he was about to faint, he gasped and laughed, "Believe it or not if I kill you? Give it to you." If you have an opportunity, sit down and discuss whether to go to the police station, my phone has recordings, you can’t hide.”

These days, the country has stepped up efforts to eradicate evil. These bums all have criminal records. If they really go in, they don't want to get good results.

"If you let go, you're really going to strangle someone to death. You, a good student, won't be able to be a good student. You have something to say and something to say."

Zhang Ye let go of his yellow hair, smiled and saw him coughing violently, clapped his hands, took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, and took out all the money in it: "These should be much more than what he gave you, my request It's very simple - return it as it is, it's best to make him unable to stay in Yizhong, is it rare? If it can't be done, I will find someone else."

Huang Mao finally calmed down, pointing at Zhang Ye: "You are so ruthless, you are really desperate, if you don't beat him, you won't know each other, there are ways to deal with his buddies, just wait and see."

Zhang Ye sneered: "Both sides of the road go their own way. You and I are not in the same way. I will wait for your good news."

In the original text, didn't Zhao Rong just love to provoke these dubious gangsters?Zeng Qiao's baby is like something, he stands out again and again, for fear that others will not know his affection, he is really a fool with a flood of brains.

Walking from the darkness to the street lamp, he closed his eyes uncomfortably, and only strode forward after the sourness in his eyes receded.

The night wind was blowing, blowing his messy hair into a bird's nest. After a fight, although his whole body hurt, especially the corners of his mouth must have turned blue, he felt extremely refreshed, and being a barbarian was comfortable. If there are too many, everything can be solved with fists.

If he had a chance, he had to practice. This time, those people were frightened by his attitude of wanting to kill people. If he met a ruthless opponent who didn't like this, he couldn't bear the feeling of being beaten by a group of people.

As soon as he walked downstairs of his own house, he lost his complacency and became worried when he saw the light on in the living room.

If such an obvious injury was seen by Wang Mei, he must be in a hurry. He seemed to have no good way to fool it.

Dangling downstairs for half an hour, it was Wang Mei who called to urge him to go home, and then reluctantly entered the elevator.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the aroma of butter, and he twitched the corners of his mouth, grinning his teeth in pain, thinking to himself what else would he eat with such a virtue.

I wanted to lower my head and avoid Wang Mei by going to the bedroom to get a change of clothes, but I didn't expect Wang Mei to habitually put her hand on his shoulder, which happened to be the place where he was in pain: "I plan to hold a business opening next Monday." Speaking of the ceremony, I was a little nervous, it was similar to the mood when I first opened the school, I was afraid that no one would come."

Zhang Ye held back for a long time and still let out a low voice. Wang Mei was taken aback by him, and found the wound on his mouth when he was face to face with his son: "Did you fight with someone? Did that Zhao Rong provoke you again? I gave Zhang Tiancheng called, why are these mother and son so vile, taking other people's kindness as a blessing, if he can't control it, I'll go to the school leader, it's unreasonable."

Zhang Ye wanted to stop him, but he thought it was unnecessary. The more messy some things are, the better. As long as others know that he is the one who suffers the most, Zhao Rong will never be able to get rid of the shit pot on Zhao Rong's head.

Just hurting a tendon is enough fucking pain, but luckily he didn't move a bone, otherwise he wouldn't be able to move when he got home.

The habit of taking a shower every day forced him to take a change of clothes and go to the bathroom. Before going in, he heard Wang Mei shouting at Zhang Tiancheng like crazy: "I told you this time is not over, let him wait for me , Dare to beat my son, do you really think we are easy to bully? What kind of melon is it? Zhang Tiancheng, you can take care of these two treasures, and don't fall into my hands."

Zhang Ye looked at the person in the mirror, the wound on the corner of his mouth was too obvious, with a big bruise, but there was nothing on his body, only the pain in the flesh.

Do you think finding someone to block him once can scare him to death?Let's see who plays to death this time.No. [-] Middle School is as sacred as Q University and B University in the hearts of students in the city. As long as you can enter No. [-] Middle School, you will be more imposing than others. However, such a good place is somewhat polluted because of the existence of garbage like Zhao Rong.

Maybe it's because of the 'exercise', he slept soundly this time, and he forgot to go to his grandma's house for the routine WeChat contact with Zeng Qiao, and the mobile phone on the bedside table in the dark was turned on for a long time, and it finally came back to him. silence.

Zeng Qiao sat leaning back, and the obsession with wanting to hear Zhang Ye's voice just now suddenly vented to the sky.

It is this feeling of worrying about gains and losses that tortures him constantly. Is there anyone in this world like him?I like someone so much that I almost kill myself. When I used to be tired of being together, I didn't think there was anything wrong. When I separated, I couldn't see the problem.

Zhang Ye never took the initiative to contact him. He kept calling and sending messages. Zhang Ye would talk to him when he had time. Most of the time, he started and ended alone.

It's like a role-playing game. When he got out of that role, did Zhang Ye even think about him...not even for a minute?

I don't like this suspicion, and I don't like this sense of powerlessness.It turned out that his worry at the beginning never disappeared, and it even seemed to be amplified.

Zeng Qiao covered his face with his hands and sighed helplessly. What he was most afraid of was that if this kind of emotion took root, on the day when he could not restrain himself, would he and Zhang Ye take the step he least wanted to see?

Zhang Ye didn't know what Zeng Qiao was thinking at all. He woke up in the morning and ate his breakfast with difficulty, and went out without looking at his phone.When he got to school, he realized that he didn't know when the phone was turned off. He borrowed Shen Tong's charger to charge it for a while after class. After turning it on, he saw the incoming calls and messages. He didn't know what to say.

Shen Tong sat in Zeng Qiao's seat, and asked with frowning: "I didn't go home with you for a day, and you were beaten? Who is so vicious, with such a big hatred, and looking for gangsters in society? This person's heart is so dark that it can be used as ink."

Chang Yan patted the table: "No, if I knew who it was, I'd beat him until he pissed his pants, what the hell. Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup? The official midterm exam will be in a few weeks. Don't worry about it yourself. Break the myths of your own creation."

Zhang Ye was looking down at the book, but he made him laugh: "I don't know anything else, all I know is that people will suffer retribution, just wait and see."

Zhao Rong came to the school today and saw Zhang Ye's face was hurt, he was very happy, and immediately transferred the negotiated 2000 yuan to him, and added a sentence: Next time, I will find some brothers.Unexpectedly, the other party said that it was only this time, and he would never take on his job again.

This sounded a bit strange, but he didn't take it to heart. Anyway, he is in a good mood today, so Zhang Ye should suffer more. It is best to make this top student in the school into a fool, so as to relieve his anger.

The news that Zhang Ye was beaten spread quickly. Some people gloated about his misfortune, while others were worried. Qin Yu rushed over, pinched Zhang Ye's sore spot, and cared eagerly: "Brother, where is your pain? How about I wait for you after school?" Come on, I can help you."

Shen Tong disgustedly said: "You two have too many happy days? This bastard is too happy. He beat up two top students in one middle school in one breath. Buy one get one free. What a deal. If you want me Tell the school to report it, and simply call the police, we high school seniors can't afford to delay."

Zhang Ye shook his head and said, "It's not necessary. I'll be more careful next time. I'm going to a bathroom. It's a little inconvenient for me to go together."

After sleeping all night, I woke up with more pain, and I couldn't do anything.

Qin Yu said first, "I'll go with you."

Zhao Rong likes to see this first-year student showing his courteousness the most. As long as he gets closer to Zhang Ye, Zeng Qiao's heart will be more easily shaken. Sooner or later, Zeng Qiao will know how ridiculous his persistence is.

Only by stabbing Zeng Qiao hard in the heart can this person belong to him.

He recorded the scene of Qin Yu helping Zhang Ye out of the classroom door, and sent it to Zeng Qiao. He wanted to see how long Zeng Qiao could bear it. As for the speculation about beating Zhang Yeren in the classroom, he didn't take it to heart at all. , a fool will admit it.

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