After negotiations, Huang Mao and Xiao Yan were not depressed, but had strong fighting spirit. The two young men couldn't help but recall the messy things they used to have when they had no money to sit at the school gate and ask for cigarettes. I thought to myself that I had survived all the hardships before. It's not that hard now. It's just that the outer school seems to be ironclad. It's hard for outsiders to get in.

The two of them walked towards the school, the school leaned against the river, standing at the school gate with the pride of the rolling Yangtze River passing away, looking at the river, feeling full of vitality, making people's lives more colorful. In addition, it is close to the water, and it is relatively cool in the summer when it is windy.

Walking outside the school gate, there are several large trees rising from the ground. There were several stone benches here, and Xiao Yan sat on them. I feel like my ass is also pulling out the cold.

Here you can overlook the river, blow the wind, fish, and see the scene of thousands of boats sailing on the side, isn't it pleasant. Although there are few boats here, occasionally an old man leans against a banyan tree with a mottled wooden boat to rest. I don't know how many couples have been on his small wooden boat after class.

They know the plumber who went to school in another school, that is, the boss. are all rich second-generation officials and second-generation officials. I also look at money very lightly. Occasionally, there are one or two people who have a soft spot for the old boy, and they hear Hong Xing and Dongxing have such domineering names. Also attracted to these. Join a so-called society.

Many Hongxing and Dongxing's rotten boys made their fortunes by scraping these rich second-generation students.

And it just so happened that Xiao Yan knew such a person. He doesn't have a nickname and has little contact with the outside world. In Xiao Yan's eyes, he is a person who does not blend with the world and does not deal with others. His name is Pei Xiaowei and he goes to school in another school.

Bei Xiaowei came out of the courtyard wall from a corner, and the courtyard wall was not high. But there are very few people who can turn it over. Foreign schools are extremely tightly controlled, and militarized education is not a joke. From time to time, several school police officers patrol the school. When he flipped out, the corner of his pants was also punctured by an unknown place, with a small hole.

Brother Xiao Yan, Bei Xiaowei saw the tall man under the stone bench and shouted. He just made a bet with his friends that he knew Xiao Yan from No. 3 Middle School, and a few people in their class didn't believe it. Also, Bei Xiaowei's grades are very good. According to their thinking, good students and bad students can't play together.

I wanted to be a troubled teenager, but I lived by the rules for so many years. Bei Xiaowei thought self-deprecatingly, he was quite envious of these blind streams in society. You don't have to study hard, you come and go in the wind and rain every day. But after all, it's a big wave. This sword light and sword shadow, the life of the sword mountain and the sea of fire can be very rare. Most of them have become scumbags in society.

In fact, we just need to be free when that afternoon. Xiao Yan told him that the two of them talked about a lot of things. And Pei Xiaowei's heart is full of pride. As a result, the seemingly unbreakable stainless steel security door of the foreign school could not stop them from doing things.

I don't know when the news of Ma Tsai, a subordinate of Prince Long, came to the school to plant the flag. As if a storm was coming. The entrance of the school is extraordinarily quiet, and the autumn sun is also extraordinarily soft, without the pretentiousness of the hot spring in summer, and some are just the warmth after the precipitation of the years, faint and soothing, like Mozart's "Symphony No. 41 in C major", which is the first in the field of opera with Gluck, Wagner and Weir, which is known as the "four giants of European opera history", exudes a touch of sadness.

Xiao Yan was on a long stone chair, closed his eyes, he should have been carefree in the eyes of everyone and only knew the taste of happiness, at this time, Ye showed a deep sadness, no longer had the signature frivolous smile, there was no more cynical laziness on his body, replaced by nameless tiredness.

He is not good at words, so he makes friends who don't like to talk either. But at this time, there were also seven or eight teenagers around him. And many things, through these seven or eight teenagers are enough to do. And Bei Xiaowei deserves to play the role of leading the party.

Under the golden sign of the prince dragon. Almost no resistance was met. Or in Xiao Yan's eyes, their small actions are nothing more than that.

Hong Xing Erwuzai Dongdong has been very upset in the past few days, and several of his younger brothers in other schools have openly changed their doors and invested in Taizilong's Ma Zai. He has been wandering the rivers and lakes for so many years and has not understood that this little brother has run away. If put a few decades ago. That kid is going to be stabbed three times and six holes. But now, he is sitting in a tea restaurant drinking black tea. The mind is very complicated.

If he had studied marketing, he would have known that he had no market. Dong Dong is not stupid, those who go to school in other schools are either rich or expensive. Which one does he dare to move, so no one is afraid of him. Some of the students pointed at him in the face and scolded him, but he was indifferent. Sometimes I wonder if I'm too tolerant.

Xiao Yan is different, he is really hands-on. Several students who were moved by him have experienced this kind of scene, they have been pampered since childhood, and they were punched three or five times. One by one, they are obedient and close. Some students were not convinced, and looked for a brother on the road to give bonuses, wanting to take revenge on Xiao Yan. The news spread around, and few people dared to care about it. Later, this thought slowly faded.

Dongdong heard about the bonus, and he decided to find two people to scare Xiao Yan. So he and two bastards who often played cards found Xiao Yan, who was resting on the stone bench.

I'm Dong Dong, he told Xiao Yan. He's athletic. The tattoo on the arm is even more hideous.

Several foreign school students on the side were disdainful of Dong Dong: Brother Xiao, this Dong Dong is just a silver gun wax head. The team that is not useful.

"You think I'm afraid of you, believe it or not, I'll let people put you down right away!" The young man behind Dongzi couldn't help but feel empty when he saw the indifferent look of the foreign school student, a person's momentum is often inversely proportional to his tone, and he had to move out of his backstage when he was difficult to ride a tiger.

"The more the better, because it's easier to show that you're trash!"

Xiao Yan clenched his fists, he had been playing since elementary school. Practice a real kung fu. He narrowed his eyes and said lightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded, replaced by a bitter coldness. Killing chickens uses a cattle slaughtering knife, but this time it seems that an exception can be made, and the terrifying eyes are instantly eerie and terrifying.

You don't know that I'm knocking? I'm Hongxing's older generation of rotten boys. You know, at my age, bullying you little kids is like killing chickens with a knife. Dong Dong is very eloquent, if he goes on the right track to be a salesman, it doesn't matter. He has an old Jianghu tone:

As the saying goes, people are doing it, and the sky is watching. When beaten, stand upright. You're a boy standing up straight.

Xiao Yan got up slowly, just standing lonely on the stone path, with Huang Mao standing beside him. said with a bright smile: "You know that I have a big brother, and my big brother is called Brother Long." And I know he's not a good guy, but he's not a bad guy either. ”

Is Prince Long's rotten boy? Dong Dong looked disdainful: Isn't it just a little guy who opens the computer room, and he is not afraid that he will lose his hand one day. You call him. Say I'm Hong Xingdong here. His last few words were emphasized on Hong Xing.

Boom!

It was the beautiful sound of a blade cutting through a thigh, and the vertebrae of Dong Dong were cut by this knife without a bit of mentality. It's the yellow hair that does it. He also has a dream of being on top. And the best way to get on top is to do Big Brother Mc.

The two people behind Dong Dong usually dangle on the road, but it is still rare to draw a knife against each other at a disagreement. Xiao Yan twisted his neck, and his ten knuckles clicked, which was very imposing. Said with a look of disdain:

Hong Xing is a rotten boy to bluff me, what qualifications do you have to talk about my big guy. If you're closed, you won't go to school to collect protection money. Really take yourself seriously. Give you ten seconds, and stay if you don't leave.

Dongdong looked resentful, he looked up at the young man who looked down on him, he was unwilling, unwilling to be bullied by others. It's just that the hot pain in his thighs makes him unable to even roar, this kind of nest makes men hate themselves more than seeing a beautiful woman but impotence and premature ejaculation, and the ten fingers of Dong Dong have inadvertently bent into a deformed shape. But he turned away after all, without saying a word. There is nothing to say either.

Since then, Xiao Yan has made a name for himself in other schools.