"If I were you, you should run away now, do you still want to taste what it would be like to be opened?" Wu Zairong kicked the gangster who was lying on the ground and couldn't even **.

Don't blame him for being ruthless, if he didn't faint with a blow, Wu Jaerong should have fled now to let that girl escape.

The more times like this, the more you can't be weak, and ruthless words are actually the simplest kind of nerve warfare.

Seeing the yellow-haired thug quietly reach back to get the weapon, Wu Zairong had a plan in his heart.

It seems to be a repeat offender, Wu Jaerong thought to himself when he swung his stick at another bald thug.

It was done, and the thugs smiled triumphantly.

The left foot stepped forward, and the powerful explosive power made Wu Jaerong's steering more dynamic, and the power was transmitted from the shoulder to the wrist. It's a sound that hits the west.

A stick was whipped into Huang Mao's hand and he took out the knife and ran a home run.

It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt his ten fingers, although there is no Mao Taizu in South Korea, Wu Zairong still understands this truth.

With a bang, Huang Mao fell to the ground.

got cheap, of course he had to run, Wu Zairong retreated from his bald hands.

Sure enough, only one person had a controlled weapon like a knife, and Wu Zairong's heart was put back in his stomach.

The encirclement of the two collapsed instantly, and the girl who was originally trapped in the corner took the opportunity to rush out.

Wu Zairong grabbed her and put her behind him, "Be careful." ”

A fierce light flashed in the bald head's eyes, and at the moment when Wu Zairong was distracted, he kicked away Wu Zairong's pipe that he picked up casually from the road.

Although Wu Jaerong blocked the act of picking up the stick, the bald head still showed a hideous smile.

It's empty-handed for empty-handed now, boy.

The smile stiffened on his face, and he saw the big fist of the casserole.

Two seconds before the time returned, the moment the stick was kicked out, Wu Zairong subconsciously took a step back.

He's a veteran of fighting, but that's okay.

Hold your left foot in place and concentrate the power of speed on your upper body. Squatting slightly, clenching his fists, he crossed a short arc and swung it out using the power of inertia and waist.

Then the bald head also gloriously followed in the footsteps of his two companions.

Empty-handed to empty-handed, you should tremble no matter how you think about it, and laugh.

It's absolute confidence in yourself, even after a busy day and you're physically tired.

Wu Zairong kicked his bald head twice, and after making sure that he had indeed fainted, he turned around.

"Are you alright?" Looking at this girl whose hair was randomly marked to cover her face, fortunately her clothes were relatively neat. Well, it's supposed to be a girl.

It seems that I came quite in time.

The girl smoothed her hair and said, "Thank you so much." ”

Looking at the girl's face, "It turned out to be you." ”

Wu Zairong walked out of the police station, followed by a somewhat shy girl.

"Seunghyun, help me return the studio." Oh Jae-young dialed Choi Seung-hyun's phone.

"Nothing happened, just a little traffic jam on the road." Wu Zairong made up an excuse.

"I'll try to go back as soon as possible, or you can go to bed later today, maybe you'll have to open the door for me later."

Listening to the sound of Wu Jae-young talking on the phone, the girl began to slowly wander until she bumped into Wu Jae-young's back.

"I'm sorry" Before he could say anything, Wu Jaeyoung reached over a steaming pot of coffee, "Thank you." ”

He pointed to a stool on the side of the road, "Sit down, Park Sun-young." Wu Zairong smiled.

That nightclub trip was like a dream for Oh Jae-young, not very real, but impressive. Dancing to your heart's content, talking to you on the phone, everything seems too dreamy.

However, Wu Jae-young never went to the nightclub again, nor did he call the number he was asking for. Fitness, practice, creation, reading, life has returned to its former rhythm.

Park Sun-young's beauty, Oh Jae-young can't remember it clearly, and even the throbbing heartbeat at that time didn't appear in his memory.

Park Sun-young's name, Oh Jae-young still remembers.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry for the trouble." Park Sun-young (who feels weird every time she uses the name) is still a little depressed.

"I'm sorry, it's not me who committed the crime, and there won't be a stain on my file." Wu Jaerong with a hint of nonchalant ridicule, "This is a good thing, you should be happy." ”

Looking at Park Sun-young's puzzled eyes, "You should be happy, I met an idle person today, and I happened to pass this path that I would definitely not take in normal times, and saved you." "I should also be happy, the three people I put into today are not peripheral members of the gang, and there will be no follow-up revenge."

Although the sentence was not funny, Park Sun-young laughed.

"Second," Wu Jae-young attracted attention with just two words, "I'm older than you, you should call me OPPA." ”

Park Sun-young's face turned red all of a sudden, "Jaeyoung OPPA." Wu Zairong will not admit that his heart is about to jump out of his throat.

Throwing away the empty coffee can in his hand, Wu Zairong stood up, "Let's go, I'll send you back to ......", "Do you live in a company or at home?" ”

"I really don't need it, I'm in Rong OPPA." Park Sun-young felt that it was enough to trouble Oh Jae-young, and she was embarrassed to let him run more.

"It's so late, if you encounter what happened just now, is there no other Wu Zairong? I'd better send you back. The next time you take this path yourself, do it early. ”

"Inside." Park Sun-young softly agreed and followed behind Oh Jae-young.

After sending Park Sun-young, Oh Jae-young looked at the time, eleven forty-five.

In other words, if he doesn't want to return late, he has to feel YG within fifteen minutes.

By what, fly?

Shaking his head, "Shengxian, don't sleep yet, I'll be back in the dormitory at about half past twelve, you wait for me." Wu Zairong took out his mobile phone, and he didn't even bother to find a reason.

Who will be stuck in traffic jams until half past twelve, Wu Jae-young and Choi Seung-hyun both know, but no one will say.

Because Wu Zairong is lazy.

Also because, trust.

When she got home, Park Sun-young leaned on the windowsill and looked at the figure of Oh Jae-young who was waiting quietly downstairs.

It wasn't until he turned on the living room light that Wu Zairong turned around and left.

Watching him take out his phone again, he guessed he was talking to his roommate.

There seems to be the temperature of coffee in the palm of my hand, and I will burn my face with a slight squeeze.

How can you be so shy, Park Sun-young.

I took out my mobile phone and changed Oh Jae-young's remarks and changed Mr. to OPPA.

Good night, Jaeyoung OPPA, Park Sun-young said in her heart.

PS (From the previous chapters, you can also see that psychological descriptions are rarely used in the second middle school.) It's generally described with actions and demeanor, so the number of words can't go up, and I hope you will forgive me.

No. 2 Middle School wants to write the foreshadowing in front of it with the feeling of a third-rate TV series, and the back will be closer to the online text.

In fact, what the second middle school really wants to say is, can this chapter be counted as two chapters? That's 2,000 words. )