Chapter Fifty-Eight: Have a Good Drink

Coming out of Wei Kai's security room, I was still confused, and I didn't understand what he meant by his last words.

"Just let me go?" I scratched my scalp, and when I thought that Song Yang was still in the class, I hurried back again.

Back in the classroom, Shen Long's remaining group of brothers had returned to normal, talking and laughing, obviously not caring much about us. But that's fine, I can concentrate on chatting with Yu Lele and them.

"Yang Bin, you're back. Yu Lele covered the wound on his chest and helped me lift up the overturned chair with difficulty.

"Well, not only did I come back, but I also came back with a secret weapon. I said mysteriously.

"What is it? Take it out and see. Chen Hao, Jiang Shaohua and Hu Wentao also came over and formed a circle.

"Do you remember what Brother Hao mentioned in our dormitory, the red stick straw shoes and the white paper fan?"

"Remember, Brother Hao also said at the time that you are very suitable for being a white paper fan. What's wrong?" Yu Lele took over.

"This time, I brought back a rare red stick from the trumpet. I looked smug and pointed to Song Yang behind me.

"Hey, hello. Song Yang found that we were all staring at him, a little embarrassed, and laughed dryly.

"Is he okay?" Hu Wentao glanced at Song Yang and said in disbelief. Indeed, a man of 1.76 meters and weighing less than 120 pounds, such a person standing there and saying that he is a red stick is indeed unbelievable.

"Yes, Yang Bin, I feel like he can't even beat me. Deng Xiaobo didn't know when, but he also came over.

As soon as I heard Deng Xiaobo's words, I secretly cursed in my heart. Sure enough, after Song Yang heard it, he had already greeted him with three punches and two kicks.

"Pull them away!" I rushed forward anxiously and hugged Song Yang. "Brother, calm down! He's joking with you!"

"Dead fat man, come here, let me see how good you can fight!" Song Yang's yelling had already attracted a large number of students in the class, and everyone watched this scene with great interest.

"Shut up Song Yang, do you want everyone to watch us infighting and then laugh at us?" I said in Song Yang's ear with a suppressed voice, which made him stop.

"Dead fatty, you wait for me, don't let me find a chance. Song Yang sneered and walked out of the classroom slowly.

"Yang Bin, this person is insane. Why did you suddenly go crazy and beat me?" said Deng Xiaobo aggrievedly. Only then did I realize that there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Hey, this kid can't afford to joke, don't bother with him. I'll talk about him later. I patted Deng Xiaobo on the shoulder, turned around and sighed.

Song Yang's fiery temper doomed him to not adapt to group life. Today is with Deng Xiaobo, maybe tomorrow it will be Chen Hao, Yu Lele, and even conflict with me. Thinking of this, I regret bringing Song Yang here a little, isn't this just adding a timer to me**?

"Yang Bin, that kid is a little nervous. Deng Xiaobo was just joking with him. Even if the joke was excessive, it wouldn't make him beat up Deng Xiaobo in front of the whole class, and he kept calling him fat. Yu Lele pulled me aside and said earnestly. He was always the first to spot my emotions and showed up to me in time. From this point of view, he could try making straw sandals.

"Hey, although that guy's temper is a little worse, but he can really fight. I saw him in the trumpet with my own eyes, one against five, and five adults. Tell me how terrifying this combat power is. I smacked my lips.

"Well, right now we do need a red stick that can counterbalance the black whirlwind, but aren't you afraid that kid will cause trouble for you one day?" Yu Lele also thought about it.

"It doesn't matter if he's in trouble. His father's background is all over the world, and it was he who called his father so that we could release it in advance. Otherwise, I'm still doing handicrafts in the trumpet at this time. I quipped.

"Haha, let's not mention him yet. Binzi, you must have suffered inside, I'll have a treat in the evening, let's have a good drink in the dormitory to celebrate your return!" Yu Lele stepped forward and hugged me and patted me on the back.

"Hehe, don't get drunk and don't go home. ”

This kid can always move you to a mess, like a spring breeze.

When he returned to the dormitory in the evening, Yu Lele really set up the wine and food, and everyone praised him, saying that he was the most generous and richest local tyrant in the world.

"Come on, come on, celebrate Yang Bin coming out of the trumpet tonight, have a toast!" Yu Lele gathered the wine over his head and shouted excitedly.

"Yes, yes, celebrate Yang Bin being a man again, cheers!" Jiang Shaohua also raised his glass.

"Fuck you. I laughed and toasted them.

That night, they talked in detail about how much had happened in the days I had been away from school. I also told them word for word about my painful experience in the number. Yes, even how many times I cried in the toilet when I slept next to the urinal and cried in it.

Sometimes they laughed, sometimes they were indignant at me, and scolded Little Yama for not being a thing. also said that after the little Yama was released, everyone would repair him together. In short, I drank very happily tonight, and swept away the haze of the past few days. Until all five of us fell asleep.