Song Xiao ignored Zhao Xiaoliang, groaned for a while, turned around and asked the two, "What do you want to eat?" ”

He clearly felt a strange atmosphere, which made Song Xiao want to break it in a hurry, otherwise something terrible would happen.

Right now, there are many people looking here, and the convertible car is not obstructing the curious sight of passers-by, not only looking at the car, but also looking at Saleng and Gu Yuan.

These two people are particularly eye-catching beings in the crowd, one is tyrannical and wants to solve a disagreement, and the other is as cold as ice, with a sophisticated mind that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

These are clearly two extreme ordinary people.

But they all sat in Song Xiao's car.

Gu Yuan looked at Song Xiao calmly, his handsome and extraordinary face did not reveal a trace of affection, as if he was a perfect statue: "Listen to it." ”

Even the frequency of the sound does not change the general indifference.

Salem's eyes narrowed, a glimmer of golden light of unknown meaning flashed in his gaze, and with a certain dangerous aura, he chuckled, "It's up to you to decide." ”

It is difficult to hide some kind of danger under the voice.

They didn't even look at each other, revealing some kind of weird feeling, an indescribable feeling.

Song Xiao only felt speechless for a while, so he had to nod and say, "Then let's go to the restaurant we often go to." ”

After saying that, Song Xiao hurriedly started the car, turned the head of the car and drove towards the main city road.

During the drive, Song Xiao couldn't help but wander slightly, remembering the scene when he first saw Salem.

It was the morning of the first year of high school, and the crowd was surging, and Song Xiao only felt that it was unusually hot, so he deliberately avoided the crowd and found a quiet vacant classroom to blow the wind.

And so he met Salem.

At that time, Salem was wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans, with a look of irritability and impatience between his eyebrows, and a certain dangerous air towards the figure in the empty glass window.

He smoked a pack of inferior cigarettes for five yuan a pack in the empty classroom, allowing the smoke rings to fill the air and turn into wisps, and when someone opened the classroom door, he suddenly turned around, squinted his eyes and looked at Song Xiao, quite a feeling of looking at his prey.

At that moment, Song Xiao had the illusion that the boy in front of him was a lion, and everyone was a lamb to be slaughtered.

Song Xiao stood at the door and hesitated slightly, only to feel that the boy in front of him gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, and even the entire quiet classroom turned into an extremely scary Shura field.

But Song Xiao glanced at the hot atmosphere outside the classroom and the surging crowd not far away, so he had to suppress some inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, walked into the classroom, and closed the door.

The boy looked at this qiē silently, just took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the smoke into his internal organs, with a slightly lazy look, he glanced at Song Xiao deeply, but did not say anything, and turned to look at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window again for a long time without saying a word.

Song Xiao was speechless for a moment at the boy's back, just quietly chose a seat and sat down, took out the smart optical brain in his pocket, connected to the light network, and passed the time by watching some strange things in his spare time.

There was an eerie atmosphere of peace in the classroom.

About a quarter of an hour later, the teacher's door was kicked open, and the wooden door could not resist the impact of great force and fell to the ground with a bang.

In Song Xiao's slightly surprised eyes, a group of boys with hideous faces stepped directly on the door of the fallen door and entered the classroom, shouting in the direction of the boys: "I can't kill you today, you." ”

Armed with iron rods and machetes, they rushed in the direction of the boys, with dangerous intentions, quite frightening.

Because Song Xiao sat at the back, they ignored it for a while, or they simply came to trouble the boy in front of them.

"Be careful." Song Xiao couldn't help but exclaim.

This is no joke, there are seven of them, and they can beat people to death with their fists, not to mention they are armed with murder weapons such as iron rods and machetes.

How much of a grudge is this?

Song Xiao hurriedly picked up the chair on the side and rushed to the front of the classroom, wanting to help the weak boy.

This kind of thing, with his character, simply does not sit idly by.

Unexpectedly, Song Xiao saw an incredible scene and stopped suddenly.

I saw that the boy smiled suddenly, with a certain fierceness between his eyebrows, and said tyrannically: "It's really interesting."

"Boom, boom!"

At a frighteningly fast speed, the boy seemed to turn into an afterimage, knocking down the seven people who rushed up in a row.

He can win with just his own fists, and he is clearly not as powerful as ordinary people.

"Boom."

Only a soft sound was heard, and the iron rods that those who fell to the ground were holding suddenly deformed and twisted into twisted shapes, and they couldn't withstand the power of Salem's fists, which was terrifying.

Song Xiao stood in place, looking at this scene in a daze, only feeling extremely magical, looking at the boy standing in front of him and speechless for a while.

"Bang."

The chair he had picked up slammed to the ground.

At this time, the boy looked at Song Xiao, and a dangerous aura flashed in his eyes, as if a golden light crossed his eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense at this point.

After a while, the boy smiled, walked straight over, put his arm around Song Xiao's shoulders without saying anything, and walked towards the classroom door.

Song Xiao was stunned, the boy's hand was very strong, and he dragged him away directly, not allowing him to react at all.

"You," Song Xiao said in astonishment.

"My name is Salem, don't forget the name Jì." The boy chuckled, "Never forget." ”

The tone is inexplicably close, and it is clearly not like a person who is tyrannical from Fang Cai, with an inexplicable familiarity.

Subconsciously, Song Xiao didn't break away from Salem, he only felt that his brain was a mess, as if he had seen this person before.

After a while, Song Xiao replied, "My name is Song Xiao." ”

Song Xiao hesitated again and asked, "Why did this group of people find you?" ”

"Because I beat the son of a wealthy family."

"Huh?"

"Because he pretended to be forced, I didn't like him for a while, so I beat him."

“”

The experience of meeting for the first time was very angry, but it deeply affected Song Xiao, who deeply understood the tyranny of Salem and wanted to do it if he didn't agree with him.

Salem especially hated the son-in-law of a wealthy family pretending to be forced in front of him.

However, Gu Yuan in the back seat of the car was obviously the supreme god of the pretending world in a sense.

Even if Gu Yuan stands there and looks at you with his handsome face that is as silent as an iceberg, it will make you feel like a LOSER every minute.

The gaze of such a person just looks at you makes you feel deeply unbearable, even if there is no contempt, you have to feel contempt.

This kind of person is clearly a model for Salem to beat.

Song Xiao couldn't help but look through the rearview mirror again, glanced at Saleng and Gu Yuan in the back seat of the car, and watched their every move.

They didn't talk or look at each other, but each looked at the crowded street outside the car, silently with a strange sense of peace.

Although Song Xiao didn't quite understand, he breathed a deep sigh of relief in his heart and drove the car in the direction of Xiacheng District.

About half an hour later, they arrived at their destination, a slightly dilapidated restaurant with four big, wayward words written on a greasy wooden sign: Love Does Not Come.