Lu Ziheng forgot that no matter how fanciful the knowledge in the books is, it is different from reality.

He couldn't organize beautiful words, and when it was time for him to have a mouth to defend himself, his vocabulary gradually diminished until he was too stupid to say a word.

The lights of the underground club are staggered, and the halo hits Lu Ziheng's body, which is more and more beautiful.

Lu Ziheng's good-looking has always existed.

Even if Zhou Zihan, who has some big nerves, is in the crowd, it is difficult to get rid of his appreciation of beauty.

In the past, rumors about Lu Ziheng in A have always existed.

The center of most of the messages is what looks like people are angry, and the academic performance is still something they will never get, and the only thing that can make A middle school students feel that the creator is fair is Lu Ziheng's family.

"Are you doing it for a dream?"

The girl's voice was very soft, and the boy seemed to remember something, he took out a free hand and pulled Shen Qinghuan to the dressing room.

During this time, they met many people who were going home because of the end of the show.

Because Lu Ziheng boxed well, the owner of the club took the initiative to prepare a separate locker room for him.

The room was silent, and only the sound of the wind howling outside and each other's breathing could be heard.

Lu Ziheng's figure quickly softened, his hand was propped up on the wall behind Shen Qinghuan, he lowered his head, with Shen Qinghuan's familiar sadness: "Xiao Qinghuan." Brother, this is to make money to subsidize the family. ”

"Zihan doesn't know, but that doesn't mean I don't know. This is an underground club, your money ......" Shen Qinghuan said with red eyes, "I know you have your pride, but I don't want to be a little widow when I first get with you." There is no end to the amount of money you have and you know the money......"

"You're trying to say that the money isn't bright." Lu Ziheng's thin lips raised a somewhat thin smile, "Xiao Qinghuan." In the imperial capital, where every inch of land is valuable, not everyone is born with a golden key, and although everyone's struggle is not crowned with the meaning of hard work, it should not be ...... after all"

"I didn't say where the money came from." Shen Qinghuan interrupted Lu Ziheng's misunderstanding, she took out the band-aid she had just bought from her pocket, she didn't look at the boxing in the first half, but in the photo sent by Zhou Zihan, in such a dim light, she saw Lu Ziheng's injured face.

"I don't want to live a life of fear, I want to live a lifetime in the future, he just broke his appearance and bled this time, so what about next time?"

It's still a few centimeters away, and I'm going to hurt my eyes.

The eyeball is inherently fragile, if it is ......

Shen Qinghuan trembled and fell into a warm and powerful embrace.

"It's my brother." Lu Ziheng hugged Shen Qinghuan's thin back tightly, he finally understood the reason why the little girl was angry, and the lack of confidence in his heart almost made him mistakenly think that the little girl was disgusted with his black income, "Brother made Xiao Qinghuan worried, there is no next time." ”

"A man's words, a deceitful ghost." Shen Qinghuan lay on Lu Ziheng's shoulder and said sullenly: "Didn't you say that the phone is out of battery?" ”

Lu Ziheng let go of Shen Qinghuan, he made an oath in front of her, his eyes were filled with sincerity: "If Lu Ziheng has anything to hide from Shen Qinghuan in the future, let him ......"

"Don't say anything unlucky." The index and middle fingers of the girl's right hand pressed against Lu Ziheng's lips, blocking the boy's words.

Lu Ziheng bent down and looked at Shen Qinghuan: "Aren't you angry?" ”