After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

On the way home from school, while staring hard at the bicycle, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became.

Why, why, I finally wore a book once, and I don’t want to be able to drive a Maserati, but you at least give me a better role, what the hell is it like now? !

Author are you there?Are you there?

Come, come and have a look, look at the handlebars in your pen, have you ever seen someone who carried a handlebar to school and stared at a bicycle?

Am I thinking too narrowly or is your thinking too far ahead?

The new eco-friendly way?

Outrageous on Nima.

My mother is also true.

After finally transmigrating into a book, she didn’t become the second generation of the rich, nor did she become a top performer in the entertainment industry, but became a person who stares at a bicycle to go to school and can also grill skewers, can you believe it?

If you stare at the bicycle with a handlebar, I will ask you, can you believe it?Can you believe it?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Bian Cong simply stopped the car and didn't leave.

"What's the matter? Brother Bian, the car broke down?" Zhang Yueban followed behind his buttocks, seeing him stop, he stopped quickly.

"No, I'll ask you, I'll ask you, do you guys get this kind of treatment here?" Bian Cong pointed at the bicycle, "I just ride a bicycle to school, it doesn't even work with the brakes, it all depends on the foot brakes." ? Does that mean I have to walk on stilts to go to school in the future? Otherwise, it’s not hard enough, is it?”

"Ah? Brother Bian, are your brakes broken?" Zhang Yue half-spoken, set up the car for him to check, "It's not broken, Brother Bian, don't you know how to use it?"

Bian Cong: "Are you questioning me?"

"Don't dare dare not dare," Zhang Yueban said, "Brother Bian, don't be angry, if you really can't do it, you can ride on mine, or I will drive you to school in the future."

"Hey," Bian Cong said helplessly, "what's wrong with you, what's wrong with the little broken car, I don't blame you, I really don't blame you."

If you want to blame, blame the evil writer.

God damn it, riding a bicycle without brakes! !

Accept your fate, or accept your fate.

Life is long, but if you close your eyes, this life will pass, don't worry, don't worry, it will be very fast, stick to it, you are the best, you are the best, you are the best!

You are a little angel who is not afraid of difficulties. If soldiers come to cover you up, I believe you can do it! !

"Yeah!" Bian Cong suddenly hammered his chest twice, "Yes, I can! Be brave and not afraid of difficulties!!"

Zhang Yue half scratched his head, looking at Bian Cong with more and more strange eyes.

Why did he feel more and more that Brother Bian seemed to be sick?

Is it a hallucination?

After cheering himself up, Nancheng took the lead and rode on his little broken bike again.

But before he could leave, the phone in his pocket rang.

Bian Cong took it out to take a look, and it was another message from Lin Xiao, who didn't know who it was, but he had been sending messages since the afternoon class.

The message I just posted was to call him to a barbecue stand for dinner, saying that he had something to discuss.

Could it be that this side servant in the book has some hidden identity?

Bian Cong clicked on Lin Xiao's circle of friends out of curiosity, and the first content showed a flower arm.

Accompanying text: Peppa Pig tattoos, applause to the public

There are a few more comments below.

Congratulations to Lin Gexi jacquard arm!

This flower arm can hammer ten people to death.

It is worthy of being the leader of Nancheng, brother Xiao V587! !

God, what kind of top-notch team is this? Is this wholesale?

Just as I was thinking, another WeChat message came over.

Bian Cong, are you dead?Do you want me to take my brother to mourn for you?

"..."

"Brother Bian, why don't you leave?" Zhang Yue poked his head halfway to look at him.

"Little fat man, come here." Bian Cong hooked his hand at him, raised the phone to his eyes, and said in a commanding tone, "I want to know all the information about this person within 2 minutes."

"Ah?" Zhang Yue glanced at Bian Cong suspiciously, then looked at the phone screen, "Oh, this is Brother Xiao, Brother Bian, have you forgotten, you two are friends and often play together. "

"Eh? Brother Bian, Brother Xiao asked you to go over for dinner, why don't you go?"

"I'll go, of course I'll go."

But after all, it was the first time to see a real leader, Bian Cong was still a little timid, "Well, let's test you, how are you, bro, is there any murder case on your body?"

Zhang Yue thought about it for a while: "Well... probably not, Brother Xiao is quite a nice guy, and he fights really well, one person can fight a group."

When the calf is over, one person will fight a group.

Then if he knows that I'm a counterfeit, he won't be able to burn all the ashes I beat.

God! !sin, sin

Zhang Yue half-watched the expression on his face getting more and more tragic, and asked curiously: "Brother Bian, what are you thinking?"

Bian Cong: "I want to live."

Zhang Yueban: "Huh?"

If you go all out, don't you just take the responsibility, as if no one has been fooled in a dream.

"Little Fatty," after finishing his self-comfort, he looked at Zhang Yueban, "I'll give you a chance to show off, and accompany me to have dinner with your Brother Xiao."

"Huh? Am I going too?"

"want!"

"why?"

because i'm afraid of death

"There's no reason, of course it's to open your eyes, to see your eldest brother more, and you'll be a mess in the future, don't you understand?"

Zhang Yue nodded half-foolishly: "Oh."

With an uneasy mood, he brought his little follower to the appointment place.

Lin Xiao made an appointment at a barbecue stall, and when the two of them arrived, it was just after seven o'clock in the evening, and the barbecue stall was preparing to be lively.

It was still far away, and from the first glance, I saw the flower arm that I saw in the circle of friends just now, and looking up, it was a yellowish yellow hair.

Looking at this attire, it is obvious that he is more of a leader than himself.

At least they didn't come here by bicycle.

"Bian Cong, this way!" Lin Xiao saw him and beckoned him to pass.

"coming!"

In the first meeting with the leader, Bian was still somewhat nervous from the bottom of his heart.

After all, I have always been a serious and good boy before, and I have never dealt with such people at all. The only time I saw punks fighting was when I was dragged up to make up the number of people after school in junior high school.

At that time, there were too few people watching the fight, and the gangster felt that he had no momentum, so he temporarily robbed a few children from the road to act as spectators.

"Yo, the little fat man is here too?"

Zhang Yueban laughed twice, "Brother Xiao."

"sit down."

Bian Cong maintained his elder brother's demeanor and sat down.

"What do you want from me?" Bian never dared to look at Lin Xiao, he was afraid of revealing his secrets.

"Why?" Lin Xiao took a bottle of beer, opened a bottle on the edge of the table and handed it to him, "I just didn't see you for a few days, so this happened?"

"How can it be?" Bian's heart was still beating since he was a child, "Just say it casually."

"Little fat man doesn't drink bars," Lin Xiao said, "Go and get a drink by yourself."

"Yeah." The little fat man cheerfully ran to the house to get a drink.

The little fat man left, and there were only the two of them left, and they began to panic inexplicably.

"What have you been up to these two days?"

"Go to school," Bian Cong grabbed a handful of peanuts to relieve his tension.

"Go to school?" Lin Xiao made him amused by this sentence, "Did you tell me you go to school? Bian Cong, I think you are crazy?"

Should there be some dirty words in the communication between the leaders?

Well, if you want to bring it, it's always played like that on TV.

Bian Cong: "Fuck! I just go to fucking school, I think you're fucking crazy!"

"Hehe, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have learned to swear?" Lin Xiao smiled, "These things you learned in school?"

Could it be that the Bian Cong in the book is still a leader who likes to use civilized language?

It shouldn't be, what's the matter with this author, why is he playing cards so unreasonably!

While talking, Zhang Yueban came back with a bucket of orange juice in his hand.

Immediately, I felt safe again.

"I've learned a lot, you know nothing."

"Okay," Lin Xiao looked at him in surprise, "I'll be swearing if I don't see you for a few days, you've made progress, Bian Cong."

Eh? !It works well.

No crash, no crash, keep going.

"I can be your father," Bian Cong became more and more enthusiastic, directly drank half a bottle of beer, and put it on the table with a bang, "What the hell is going on with you?"

"It's nothing serious." Lin Xiao took a sip of beer and said casually, "Go out with me on Saturday to kill someone."

Cut someone? ! ! !

I am a big grass! ! !

That's right, that's right!This social brother really has a murder case on his back!

Old swan, please take me away quickly. I am old at the top and young at the bottom. I don’t want to spend my age like a flower in this evil world.

"Brother Bian," Zhang Yue looked at Bian Cong's legs that suddenly started to tremble, and asked in a daze, "Why are you shaking all of a sudden?"

"Ahahaha," Bian Cong laughed dryly, "I, I am urgent to pee."

"Hold on for now." Lin Xiao finished his beer and opened another bottle, "Don't tell anyone else what I just told you."

Could it be murder?

sky! ! !

Can't just die tragically for no reason, Bian Cong tentatively asked: "Who the hell did something wrong again? Stabbed who?"

"Gao Tianping's grandson is in a hurry to seek death."

Bian Cong was almost overwhelmed by fright, but because of his status as the leader, he was still strong.

"Damn it, fuck it, tell me, how to poke it, and what tool do you use?"

"What tool?"

"Didn't you say you want to stab someone? I need to find a tool that is handy."

"Fuck!" Lin Xiao laughed all of a sudden, "You're making a fuss, let's not play with blood, let's give him a little memory."

Ah, no blood.

Hey, alive again.

Bragging is quite enjoyable, but Biancong has not yet passed his addiction to acting, so he decided to give it another go.

"How can you have a long memory without bleeding? You must bleed that grandson."

"Hehe, why are you so awesome after a few days?" Lin Xiao looked at him and said happily, "Okay, then you will give him some blood."

Oops!It seems like it's overdone.

"Me, me?"

"It's just you," Lin Xiao's phone rang as he spoke, he glanced at the phone, grabbed the jacket next to him, and was about to leave, "Brother, trust you, I'll pay for the meal, I'll go right away after eating, I still have things to do, I'm leaving."

"That's it!"

Fuck!

I'll give your grandma a big chicken leg, and I'll give you a head.

Side from regret want to roll.

"Brother Bian, are you okay?"

Bian Cong has nothing to love: "I want to die."

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The author has something to say:

The first experience of life while carrying the handle hhhh

Tomorrow weekend, take a day off, I love you guys, biubiu loves you ^O^/