When Lin Lan had the last self-study class, she gave the class fee to He Qi and Zhuang Wenche, and asked them to use it to buy things to use to decorate the classroom.

He seemed to sit on the seat and counted back and forth several times, repeatedly confirming whether the number of money was correct.

"You've counted it several times."

"I'm afraid I'm mistaken, and when I leave, I must be reminded that if I don't get paid, I'll be finished."

"Wouldn't it be better if you didn't take your own money first?"

"It's the end of the month, I don't have that much money, to be precise, I don't have any money."

"Ask your parents."

He didn't seem to speak, just smiled and put the money back in the envelope.

Zhuang Wenche also successfully wrote out a shopping list and put it in the envelope.

"Let's go, let's eat." Lu Qinglin knocked on Zhuang Wenche's desk, "You've thought about a self-study session." ”

"What do you know, this is the last New Year's Day party in my high school career, and there are no activities in the third year of high school, and it's the first time I've done this, so I can't finish it seriously."

"I'll give you a thumbs up, but let's eat and go first."

"Well, I don't have any money for my meal card, so I'll borrow yours." Zhuang Wenche got up as he spoke, and his elbow accidentally touched the book on the table, "This girl is in such a hurry, and she doesn't put the book away." ”

Zhuang Wenche sorted out the books that had fallen one by one, and finally fell out of the math textbook with the class fee that Zhuang Wenche had handed over.

"I don't think I will go back without money."

"Oh, it's okay, if she doesn't take it, she will use her own money to buy it first, and it will be good to get the class fee tomorrow, don't worry."

"But the list of things I gave her to buy is still with the money." Zhuang Wenche suddenly thought of what he saw in the cafeteria when he first started, and when he put the meal card on the punch card machine, the screen showed the last piece of five.

At first, he thought that he had just forgotten to charge the meal card, but later he found that she really didn't seem to have any money, and went to the cafeteria to eat the cheapest meal forever, and fetched water every day when she was hungry.

So later, Zhuang Wenche came up with a way to buy He Xiang's notes, and then he saw He Xiang have a good meal.

And the conversation he had with He just now, his heart was inexplicably uneasy.

"What do you want?" Lu Qinglin asked him.

"No...... Mainly, how could she come up with more than two hundred dollars at once. Zhuang Wenche came back to his senses and said.

"Then call her."

"She came home in the afternoon and couldn't get through until 10 o'clock."

"Trying your luck?"

"My phone was broken, what about yours?"

"It's not like you don't know, I used my mobile phone to play games last week, and my mother was angry that the old machine was not given to me this week. Do you want to borrow someone else's? ”

"How could I have thought that my phone would be broken, I didn't remember her phone number, tonight is not the class teacher watching evening self-study, the office is also closed, Lin Lan and a few of them specially asked for leave tonight to go back to rehearse the show, who do you think will have any kind of phone, why can't you say a word to other people." Zhuang Wenche shook his head, "Forget it, I'll go find her myself, tomorrow is the New Year's Day party, and if the classroom is not well arranged, you will be scolded to death." ”

"Then you are out of school now, can you come back in more than half an hour? Forty minutes later, I went to the evening self-study. ”

"Try it, there's no other way, help me buy a vegetable bun and put it in my table pocket, thank you."

"Uh-huh."

An hour after school in the afternoon, day students can go out, Zhuang Wenche usually runs out when he has something, he doesn't know where He seems to be home, but once he came home on the weekend and saw He Xiang walking towards a snack street opposite the school, he could only try his luck.

The snack street is not too big, Zhuang Wenche didn't take long to cross the entire snack street, but he didn't see any similar figure, he touched his mobile phone, and there was a pain in his heart.

Perhaps the hard work paid off, he spun around for a while, and when he was about to look around again, he saw a man in a black skirt with a guitar on his back and loose hair and He seemed to be about the same size as he got into the side of the path.

Zhuang Wenche wasn't really sure if it was like it, but he "followed" for a while, and saw what kind of face he saw from the window of the side door.

He didn't know why he was dressed like this, he took out his watch from his pocket, there were only fifteen minutes left, and Zhuang Wenche followed without hesitation.

He seemed to push open the iron door, open the piano case, take out the guitar, and choose a place that was not very noticeable and began to tune the guitar.

Zhuang Wenche took off his school uniform and put it on his body, followed in, chose a hidden corner, and sat down to look at it.

Maybe Zhuang Wenche's luck has not been very good these days, he hasn't sat for long before the door of the bar is kicked open, and a group of scary street thugs come in.

"That's bad luck." Huang Mao next to Zhuang Wenche muttered in a low voice.

"What's the situation?"

"These people are famous gangsters on this street, yesterday his brother smashed the bar on the front street and was locked up, and today he came here again, and tonight he is probably restless again."

The uneasiness in Zhuang Wenche's heart had already manifested itself in the fact that his hands and feet began to tremble unconsciously, and he quietly moved to where he seemed to be.

The person who took the lead had no hair on his head, and his fat body looked like a pregnant woman who was more than six months pregnant, and his entire upper body was almost completely wrapped in tattoos, and he still had a cigarette in his mouth.

The little gangsters who followed behind him, without exception, were also holding cigarettes, and the smoke wrapped the leaders in front of them alive, which meant some pirated immortals.

Since he came in, except for the music that did not come, the others were either too frightened to speak, or muttered a few words alone.

The hand on the head began to be unconscious from the moment he came in, touching all the girls in his sight, Zhuang Wenche has been a good student for more than ten years, even if he can't stand it, he still lacks the courage to go up and fight with them directly, he can only pray silently in his heart, don't notice what.

It's not safe to wear less in the bar, and it's not safe to wait for no meat to be exposed.

She sat there clinging to her guitar, staring at the ground, not daring to move, and the more she tried to hide herself, the more noticeable it became, until someone ran and tried to lift her skirt.

"That's what you're wearing to the bar, little sister."

Zhuang Wenche's palms were already full of sweat, no matter how many seven twenty-one rushed up to punch the person who seemed to be moving his hands and feet, He seemed to look at Zhuang Wenche who suddenly rushed out with an incredible face, she held the guitar in one hand, and the other hand was pulled by Zhuang Wenche, and rushed out before everyone reacted.

After the thug reacted, he picked up a bottle of wine from the bar and threw it at Zhuang Wenche, Zhuang Wenche was smashed and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, he was not far from the door, and pushed He Qi out.

"Call the police!"