Chapter Thirty-Four: Bleak Beauty
"Sister Ah Ying, Brother Ke, Phoebe, Dimension, and Xiao Che, go back quickly, it's getting late, I'll take Zixin back to my residence, and after packing my luggage tomorrow morning, I'll go back to my hometown with her."
"Back home? Where is your hometown?" asked Sakura with concern.
"Qingdao, Zixin still has to go to school after she goes back, I can find a job to make ends meet, and I'm not afraid of finding a job when I'm so young." Qi Ran said confidently.
"Qi Ran, you go back to the night with us, there is more or less a response, Zixin can also continue to go to school in Dongcheng, you are in such a hurry to leave, it is impossible to deal with things so peacefully." Sakura was very thoughtful.
"That's it, you and Zixin should go to our place," Che said anxiously on the side.
"Thank you for your kindness, I'm really sorry, I don't want to trouble everyone, I don't want to enter this circle, I just want to live a stable life with Zixin."
"Qi Ran"...
Che looked at the brothers and sisters of the Zi family waving goodbye, and his heart trembled silently: "Zixin, you must live well."
The figure... Zi Qiran's back.
There is a bleak beauty called: "Zi Qi Ran"
At 22:00 sharp, on the street of Dongcheng, the members of Benge stood there, and a cold wind howled by, blowing through the tips of the clear hair, skimming Ke's cheeks, and hitting the cold and painful eyes of the dimension.
At the police station, the criminal police on duty recorded the final confession and signaled that Xuan Pheasant and Qiu Jun could leave, while Mu Zi and Wang Guang were criminally detained and awaited criminal responsibility.
"Fortunately", Qiu Jun got up and shook hands with the police, and when he left, his eyes peeked at Mu Zi who was sitting next to him, but after a moment, Qiu Jun walked out without talking to him.
"My car is over there, I don't need to send you back." Qiu Jun looked at the Xuan Pheasant who walked out with him, and asked Xuan Pheasant very gentlemanly.
"Oh, thank you, I'm not used to high-seat Jeep cars, I still prefer Beijing taxis."
Xuan Pheasant amicably rejected Qiu Jun's kindness, both true and false, and prepared to call a taxi.
"Muzi, he's just a small episode, the duel between you and me, no, it should be said that the real battle between the Holy Dance Troupe and Benge has just officially begun, and there are still two months, after Christmas, we'll see you at the King of Dance Elite Competition", Qiu Jun's expression was very confident, and it was a face that didn't feel any movement.
"I'm looking forward to it too"! Not to be outdone, Xuan Pheasant fought back.