"I didn't confiscate the money, I know no. The man put the money in his pocket, and then continued to walk to one of his classmates with a blank face

"Do you have any money, shall I search it or do you take it out yourself?" There was a student in Class 8, who had always been timid and afraid.

"I don't have much money," he said tremblingly, and then took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket, and the man snatched it and counted it, two for five dollars, three for one piece,

"Seeing that you are still honest, I will leave some for you," he returned the three pieces to the student, and then went to find the next one, and after searching for five more pieces, he left in a dashing manner, while Qu Mo and the other two classmates sat on their respective beds without saying a word.

Two days later, Zhou Yong suddenly appeared in the dormitory with the person who asked them for money that day, and Zhou Yong was still smiling with a spring breeze.

"Hey, Qu Mo, did this person come to ask you for money a few days ago?"

Qu Mo nodded, and Zhou Yong immediately pointed at the man,

"You cunt, you still don't admit it! I ran to Lao Tzu's dormitory to ask for money while I was away. ”

"How the do I know this is your dorm!"

"My day, you can ask casually, who in the entire dormitory building doesn't know that I live on the 13th Zhou Yong, and you don't know yet?"

"Oh, why didn't I know you were so famous in the dormitory?"

"If you don't believe me, go and ask. ”

The other party laughed embarrassedly, "I really don't know." ”

"I don't know, it's over, where is the money? Spit out the money to Lao Tzu. ”

The man's expression wwitched, "It's all over." ”

"Pretend, you're pretending to Lao Tzu again, right?" Zhou Yong pretended to be angry, and the other party said,

"There's not much left. Then he took out a piece of ten yuan and handed it to Zhou Yong,

"Come to our dormitory again and ask for money! Zhou Yong said solemnly to the other party, the man nodded, and there was an embarrassed smile on his face, it seems that Zhou Yong has to be more fierce than this person, otherwise he can't do this.

Afterwards, Zhou Yong said loudly to the people in the dormitory, "You guys are even afraid of this mess! This guy is Hei Li Kui from class 30, he has no fart skills, he is often bullied by them, and he dares to come to our dormitory to find trouble, I was not there at the time, or I would have slapped him twenty or thirty times." After showing off, Zhou Yong gave the ten yuan to Qu Mo and them, and several people in the dormitory were naturally very grateful to Zhou Yong, but they didn't expect him to help them out so righteously, and for a while, Qu Mo's impression of Zhou Yong had a 360-degree change, and he didn't remember the bad things he did before.

However, the good times did not last long, just a week later, Friday night, Zhou Yong spent no money again, he has always been like this, although his family is good, his parents give him more than 30 yuan a week, but he buys snacks every day, and goes out to play billiards, goes to the game hall, and buys cigarettes to smoke, most often he spends all the money before the end of the week. This time it was the same, he went out with a few friends to play billiards for an afternoon on Friday night, and he didn't even have the money to go home on Saturday, so he thought of the people in the dormitory,

"Brothers, you see that I helped you get the money back last time, do you have to show it, how about one person lend me two yuan?" He said that he borrowed, of course he didn't think so in his heart, and others could probably guess it, but there was no way, several of them reluctantly took out the money, Qu Mo was still looking forward to Zhou Yong might be able to pay them back next week, but Zhou Yong didn't say a word. Not only that, but on Friday, he did the same, and continued to ask for money from the people in the dormitory, and the others were helpless, obediently giving money, and if they didn't have money, they would find a way to find some snacks to bring to him, or they would please Zhou Yong more on weekdays, fetch him water, and help him sweep the floor.

Qu Mo didn't dare to tell his family about these things when he got home, for fear that they would complain about himself, on the other hand, he was also afraid that they would tell the school that once the teacher knew, he would definitely punish Zhou Yong and these people, then the consequences would be even more serious, they would definitely retaliate, everyone knew that these people were not easy to provoke, although they didn't dare to resist the teacher, but there were many ways to deal with their classmates, they called a lot of people to come, and then took the people who offended them to a secluded corner of the campus, beat them hard, and maybe deliberately made trouble for you every once in a while, took away your homework, and burned your books… Anyway, it's really easy for them to deal with a student. Qu Mo had to pretend that nothing had happened, and every time he was cheated out of money, he would eat a few more instant noodles. Even this can't avoid being beaten, because sometimes he will have no money, and Zhou Yong will be unhappy when he says that he has no money, so he will search his body first, and there is no way to find it. Later, Zhou Yong learned to be smart, so he waited for Monday or Tuesday when they first came to ask them for it, but Zhou Yong also knew that it was not good to ask for it at this time, after all, everyone had to eat, so he watched people cook, and those who had money asked for a little more, and those who didn't have money asked for a little less, and if they really didn't want it, they would slap and kick a few times, and then go to someone else to ask for it. Qu Mo bought a reference book when he first came this week, so he didn't have much left, Zhou Yong patted Qu Mo's face and said if he didn't have any money,

"Are you hiding your money? Sometimes I find that don't blame me for being rude!"

"No, the teacher handed out the book early on Tuesday morning, saying that it was to be bought for unity, and he collected the money directly, and the very expensive book cost six yuan a book. Qu Mo said aggrievedly, he knew that even instant noodles might not be able to be eaten this week, so he couldn't help but feel sad when he spoke, and his eyes were moist. Zhou Yong didn't see that he was lying, so he believed it,

"Okay, then you can get me a pot of hot water!" Qu Mo nodded gratefully

"Okay!" Qu Mo picked up Zhou Yong's hot water kettle and ran out, just went out, he heard a bang, Qu Mo fell to the ground, I don't know who poured a big pool of water on the ground, making the ground wet and slippery, Qu Mo ran fast, this fall is not light. The kettle shattered, the glass slag of the bottle bladder punctured Qu Mo's arm, and a hole was scratched in the knee of his pants, and the blood marks on the knee were clearly visible. Zhou Yong walked out and saw this scene, and immediately went crazy,

"My day, do you know how much I bought this kettle? Twelve yuan!" Without saying anything, he slapped Qu Mo in the face four or five times in succession, Qu Mo also panicked when he heard it, one of his kettles was so expensive, they usually buy a kettle for only four or five yuan, how could he afford it! He gave Zhou Yong the only remaining money, and Zhou Yong asked him to find a way to pay it back before Friday this week.