A noisy gong-like symphony squeezes out of an 80's radio and reverberates through a small room. Next to the radio was a pair of foul-smelling feet, and a green-headed fly was circling around, interested in the smell.

Yang Yi, the owner of the foot girl, is lying leisurely on an old-fashioned rattan chair with his eyes closed at the moment, waving his right hand rhythmically, as if conducting the march of a symphony. The 'Tianxiu' in his mouth had already burned halfway, and the soot more than two centimeters long would fall at any time. The army green coat he was wearing had several holes, and the cotton wool inside had been exposed, and there was a bright red armband on the side arm, on which there were several yellow paint prints - Serve the people.

The miserable beard, the tall nose bridge, the pale face and the messy short hair make up a face, although Yang Yi has just turned twenty-eight this year, the whole image looks like a divorced man in his thirties.

The symphony continued to march, gradually advancing to a climax, and Yang Yi's emotions seemed to be driven, and he stood up suddenly, and the cigarette ash fell without noticing.

The morning sun rises in the east, and the bright light shines through the windows.

"It's a rare good weather, huh! What is that? Stretching his waist, Yang Yi slapped on the radio at any time, and the sound of breaking gongs stopped abruptly. His gaze fell to the bright window.

Outside, there is a tree-lined avenue with a wide platform, lined with straight plane trees that are more than ten meters high, and the emerald green canopy almost obscures the sky. On the right side of the road is a lawn full of green shade, the soft blades of grass gently swaying under the breeze, full of vitality, a group of teenagers who are no more than sixteen or seventeen years old are chasing and running on the green shade, sweating like rain, full of youthful vitality. On the left side are various ball courts, with single parallel bars and bunkers on the very edge.

In the line of sight, a student with glasses was leaning against a plane tree, and several students with dyed yellow hair stood next to him, with extremely unfriendly expressions. One of them, Huang Mao, ripped through the schoolbag of the spectacled student and rummaged through it.

"Sure enough, the tree has dead branches, and Minglan Middle School, as the first school in Yinan, is still a breeding ground for toxic tumors and evil. These little bastards don't read well with books, but they want to learn the underworld on TV and movies! Yang Yi rubbed his temples, pushed open the door of the security room and walked straight over, the army-green coat swayed, the cotton in the hole almost fell out, and the service to the people on his arm looked particularly dazzling under the rising sun.

"Smack!" A loud slap slapped the glasses in the face, leaving several bright red fingerprints.

"That's all you have? Do you take my words as farts? The leader's little yellow hair face was covered with pimples, and the buttons on the chest of the student uniform were deliberately loosened, revealing a piece of ribs, which had no momentum at all.

The glasses were so frightened that they didn't even dare to help the crooked glasses, and bowed their heads and said resignedly: "I...... I don't have any money at home, and that's already a month's worth of living expenses. ”

The pimple raised a few hundred-yuan bills in his hand: "Just this money to send a meal?" You are limited to prepare 2,000 yuan before tomorrow, otherwise I will see you fight once at a time! A few hundred yuan is a month's living expenses for a poor family, but it is only a few packs of cigarettes for the thugs, so he is quite dissatisfied.

The glasses turned pale, his whole body trembled, and he bowed his head and did not answer.

Seeing this, the pimple was about to be beaten and scolded, Yang Yi had already walked next to him and coughed heavily: "This classmate, how can you extort money from your classmate?" The campus is a sacred place, a place to cultivate outstanding talents for the motherland, and as a student, you should study hard and serve the motherland when you grow up. Listen to me, return the money to this classmate, and by the way, subsidize him a few thousand yuan, so that he can eat some good health supplements. ”

A few little yellow hairs looked Yang Yi up and down like aliens, and finally burst into laughter together.

The pimple wiped the corners of his eyes and spat at Yang Yi's feet: "What are you?" Dare to meddle with Lao Tzu's affairs? Get out of here before I get angry! Yang Yi's image is really a bit like a down-and-out middle-aged, and a few little yellow hairs can't give him face at all.

The glasses lowered his head after seeing Yang Yi's whole image, he really didn't think that Yang Yi could do anything to save him, there had been security guards who had reached out to take care of such things before, but they basically went to sleep in the garbage heap in the back street of the school for a night, plus half a month of hospitalization.

It has long been a household name for the school to mix with bad students and social miscellaneous people, and the school has no choice but to turn a blind eye.

"Smack!" The same slap slapped the pimple's face, and the sound was louder than before. Under the huge force, the shiny acne on the pimple face was squeezed out by more than half, and several teeth also left the gums, and the whole person turned his face and hit the plane tree next to him, and finally lay on the ground with straight eyes, his face seemed to be stepped on by a running rhinoceros, tears, snot, blood and saliva were mixed together, and he could hardly distinguish his facial features.

Yang Yi squatted down and ripped off the banknotes in his hand and stuffed them into the arms of his glasses, while turning his head to look at the few frightened little yellow hairs next to him.

A few little yellow hairs immediately took out all the money on their bodies and put it in Yang Yi's hands, not daring to keep half a point, and at the same time standing obediently next to them, not daring to move. If they are so well-behaved in their studies, they will at least be white-collar workers in large enterprises after graduation.

Yang Yi didn't look at how much money he had in his hand, and stuffed it all into his glasses: "Study hard!" Be a useful person when you grow up! I'm sure these classmates will never trouble you again. ”

The glasses looked at Yang Yi blankly, suddenly bowed to him, turned around and ran away with the money.

"You...... You stinky security guard dare to hit me? The pimple, who was almost fainted by a slap, barely climbed up with the plane tree, pointed at Yang Yi and shouted, "You wait!" I'm going to make you regret it! ”

"Get out! Next time I see you doing evil, it's not as simple as a slap in the face! Yang Yi didn't bother to pay attention to him, in the past, he had lived a long life of singing and licking blood with knives and knives, and he had seen too many winds and waves, and these little gangster students were not even worthy of lifting his shoes.

The pimple was afraid of being slapped again, so he waited for Yang Yiyi to take a look at it fiercely, and left with the support of a few little yellow hairs.

"Life on campus is really wonderful!" In the past, Yang Yi slept until the afternoon, but now he gets up at six o'clock and goes to work at seven o'clock every day, and his work and rest time has not been adjusted, but this does not prevent him from being enthusiastic and yearning for campus life.

The horn sounded, and a fiery red Audi R8 was parked outside the railing at the school gate, and a woman in sunglasses was honking the horn impatiently.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com