Wu Ansheng came out of the office just after school, and he didn't bother to go back to the classroom to find the fat man, so he went directly to the school gate to meet Da Zhuang and them.

Da Zhuang's group of people stood at the school gate smoking and chatting, he walked over to find Da Zhuang and rubbed a cigarette, and he didn't know if there was a Huazi in this world, Wu Ansheng only smoked Huazi in his previous life, and he coughed when he smoked others.

After smoking for a long time, Wu Ansheng found that the taste of cigarettes in this world was weak, lacking that spicy taste, he was not used to it, it was too light to smoke.

Wu Ansheng smoked a cigarette and silently observed Huang Mao, Huang Mao is short and thin, and a public face is mediocre, this kind of passer-by face is lost in the TV series 800 times, and the audience can't remember it.

Huang Mao doesn't talk much, most of the time he listens to what others are saying, and then nods his head and agrees, and he is a marginal figure in this group of people.

Wu Ansheng shouted at him: "Huang Mao, what is your real name?"

Huang Mao came over and replied: "Brother Sheng, my name is Huang Dingtian."

Wu Ansheng said with a smile: "Standing up to the sky, yes, how are your grades in the thirteenth middle school? Do you want to go to college?"

Da Zhuang's expression is very weird, Brother Sheng wants to cultivate yellow hair?

Huang Dingtian said abruptly: "My grades are average, I am in the middle of the class, I will definitely not be able to pass the university, I plan to get my high school diploma and go to work."

The relationship between the plane and Huang Mao is very good, and he angrily defended Huang Dingtian: "Brother Sheng, don't listen to this kid's nonsense, he can get into the seventeenth middle school with the score of the high school entrance examination, but his mother suffers from uremia and has to go to dialysis every week."

In order to reduce the burden on his family, he tore up the admission letter of the 17th Middle School and went to live with our brothers in the 13th Middle School.

Wu Ansheng didn't expect Huang Mao to be a person with a story, how can this vulgar story be more like the protagonist than me?

Huang Dingtian thought that the plane talked a lot, so he kicked the plane, "Brother Sheng, don't listen to his nonsense, I really don't have the heart to study."

Wu Ansheng said indifferently: "That's your business, you don't need to explain it to me, I'll just ask casually, don't take it to heart."

He thought to himself, Huang Dingtian, this kid is very interesting, he has too low self-esteem and pride.

It is normal to have low self-esteem, the family conditions are not good, the appearance is stumbling, and the high school you studied is still very bad, these things are enough for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy to live in inferiority.

But this person is still a little arrogant, Huang Mao heard the words of the plane just now, and quickly denied his glamorous past, and his words were very humble.

Huang Mao doesn't want people to associate his past with the present, he would rather live a life of self-deprecation than mention the past, which is his pride.

Wu Ansheng decided to polish this piece of jade, Maxima often has, but Bole does not often have it.

Huang Dingtian found that Brother Sheng's face was not very good-looking, and said in a hesitant manner: "Brother Sheng, did I make you unhappy?"

Wu Ansheng frowned, "No, I just feel a little pity, many people are used to a mediocre and depraved life, but when the opportunity comes, they don't want to change the status quo, and finally miss the opportunity and do nothing for a lifetime."

Huang Dingtian understood what he meant, lowered his head with a red face and was silent.

This child is a little sick, and he doesn't even have the courage to talk back, and he has to be treated violently if he is seriously ill.

Wu Ansheng snuffed out the cigarette butt and looked directly into Huang Dingtian's eyes, "Don't mix today's matter, find a barber shop to dye your hair back, go."

Huang Dingtian thought that he had been fired, and looked at the plane and Da Zhuang pitifully, wanting them to help say something.

The plane was about to open its mouth, Wu Ansheng said gloomily: "Don't help him speak, go now, immediately, immediately, I will break your leg a minute later, I never tell nonsense."

Huang Dingtian turned his head and left, without a trace of nostalgia, it seemed that he had hurt his self-esteem.

Wait, when he figures it out himself, there will be salvation.

The plane couldn't stand it anymore, "Brother Sheng, I know you don't like to hear this, but you are indeed a little too much today."

Da Zhuang smiled and hugged the shoulders of the plane, "The plane, you don't care, Brother Sheng, this is for his good."

The plane was puzzled, this was still good for him? Huang Mao's most beloved Huang Mao was gone, what a hammer.

A group of people waited at the school gate for more than ten minutes, and the fat man came out.

Wu Ansheng punched up, "Dog, what are you doing grinding and chirping inside?"

The fat man squatted on the ground and covered his stomach and wailed: "Brother Sheng, don't blame me, I was caught by Qi Sixia and Liu Huayi as soon as I got out of the classroom."

They didn't see your people asking me non-stop, and I don't know why you didn't come in the morning, and I pestered for a long time before escaping."

"Then you mean to blame me?"

"Don't dare, don't dare".

Wu Ansheng helped the fat man up, "Let's go, hurry up and finish it and go to eat."

......

The fat man and the man with the flower arm met yesterday at a small hotel on Honghua Street, and said that they would pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other.

Seventeenth Middle School is still far away, it takes more than an hour to run back and forth, and there are classes in the afternoon, so he must fight quickly.

A group of people got off the bus at the Fuhua Hotel on Honghua Street, and the fat man walked in front to lead the way.

"Brother Sheng, it's here, what I said on the phone yesterday is room 3208"

"Okay, knock on the door."

Knock knock, the door was opened by the flower-armed man in the fat man's mouth, he was a little panicked when he saw so many people, and his eyes were cringe.

"Why are you bringing so many people over to scare me? I'm telling you, it's a society governed by the rule of law, you should think about it before you start," the flower-armed man's voice trembled a little.

Wu Ansheng said with a smile: "Friend, don't misunderstand, we are here to talk, no one wants an accident, right? Don't worry, just the three of us will go in."

Wu Ansheng took the fat man and Da Zhuang in, and the group of people on the plane were waiting outside the door, and the flower-armed man followed up and locked the door with his backhand.

There are two single beds in the room, and two killers Matt lie on one bed playing with their phones. There was a woman sitting on the other bed, the woman was dressed very revealingly, her face was touched with heavy makeup, and the smell of wind and dust was very strong, she should be the protagonist of the fairy jump.

The room was not big, and the seven people standing in it were very crowded, and the two killed Matt and didn't take Wu Ansheng and a few people seriously.

One of them, the green-haired Killer Matt, said, "Fatty, have you brought any money? If you don't come again, my brother will go to the Seventeenth Middle School to look for you."

Wu Ansheng took out a pack of cigarettes from the fat man's pocket, walked over and handed one out, and said with a smile: "Friend, I have brought all the money, but can you take out the photos and student ID cards for our brothers to show first?"

The flower-armed man smiled and said: "Little rabbit cub, take out the money first, just now there were too many people to scare me, right, is it really scared?"

Pay the money, get out, I won't bother with you about bringing someone here today, and I'll kill you next time."

Wu Ansheng shook his head: "And next time, friend, how many times do you want to eat?

Da Zhuang found that the situation was wrong, put his hand in his pocket and held the folding knife, ready to dry at any time.

The man with the flower arm said arrogantly: "How many times do you eat it? Lao Tzu plans to eat it for the rest of his life, what's the matter, it's not happy?"

The two killed Matt took out two watermelon knives that had been cut through the quilt and stared at Wu Ansheng deadly.

Wu Ansheng lit a cigarette, "That's why you can't talk?"

"Are you kid going to pay the money?"

Wu Ansheng spat on the face of the flower-armed man, and said indifferently: "This sentence should be my line."

The flower-armed man wiped the saliva from his face and scolded angrily: ", cut him".

A vicious battle is on the verge of breaking out.