Blood-red fiery clouds burned from west to east, like an overturned palette, sprinkling the sky into chaos, and under the colorful sky was the entrance of the No. 7 Middle School, which was becoming less and less crowded.

Fan Yihang walked out of it, his ears were plugged into headphones, he was pushing a black bicycle in his hand, his face was dull and silent, his back was straight, and even the loose school uniform was worn by him with a handsome feeling.

When he arrived at the school gate, he stepped on the bicycle with one foot, but the wheel had just kicked out and one foot stepped on the front wheel of the bicycle.

"Squeak-" was forced to stop.

Fan Yihang supported the ground with one foot, and the other foot was still on the pedal, his good-looking brows were furrowed, and his eyes were on the girl in front of him.

It's his "weird" tablemate, Luo Weiwei.

Luo Weiwei was wearing white short sleeves and school pants underneath, and the school uniform jacket was loosely tied around her waist, and there was a little sharp arrogance between her eyebrows.

Before Fan Yihang could speak, Luo Weiwei's right hand flipped over her shoulder, and the little brother behind hurriedly handed over a pink peach heart envelope and put it in her palm.

Feeling the weight of the envelope, Luo Weiwei tightened her palm and handed the envelope to Fan Yihang.

It's just that seeing the shell of the envelope, Luo Weiwei's face flashed a strange look, but she quickly calmed down, and directly stuffed Fan Yihang's bag on her chest, and said, "For you!" Saturday night at eight o'clock, community playground! ”

But as soon as she handed it over, she saw the ruthlessness that had never appeared on Fan Yihang's cold face, as if it would tear her apart in the next second.

Luo Weiwei was taken aback, she had never seen such a terrifying look.

However, she soon realized that Fan Yihang was not looking at her, but looking behind her from her shoulder.

Subconsciously, Luo Weiwei followed Fan Yihang's line of sight and looked back.

At the intersection not far in front of them, there were seven or eight boys wearing the uniforms of the 13th middle school, and the one who took the lead made a "poof", spit out the cigarette in his mouth on the side of the road, raised his foot and twisted the cigarette butt twice arrogantly with his toes.

The boys behind him suddenly straightened their backs, looking like they were in a state of readiness.

This...... Is this going to be a fight?

Fan Yihang's cold eyes narrowed dangerously.

The gang lined up and blocked his way.

"Big, big guy......" Song Ningyuan, the younger brother behind Luo Weiwei, patted her shoulder with a trembling voice: "Let's withdraw first, shall we?" ”

Without waiting for Luo Weiwei to make a move, Fan Yihang had already taken the letter in her hand expressionlessly and stuffed it into her pocket, and then parked the mountain bike and rolled up her sleeves by the way, revealing her smooth lines and muscles with a sense of youth.

"Let's make it."

As he spoke, he pinned Luo Weiwei's shoulder with one hand and walked over to the group.

Luo Weiwei, who was stunned, was pulled into the corner by Song Ningyuan and others, so as not to be affected.

As the boss of the seventh middle school, Luo Weiwei feels that she is a person who has seen the world.

Whenever there is a conflict in the school, she usually attends, but she has never fought with someone in real combat, at most she tugs on the collar of the opponent and wafts her fist a few times in the air.

In fact, the school spirit of No. 7 Middle School is still very good, and there have been no real fights since the establishment of the school, especially with other schools.

But now the thirteen middle schools at the intersection are obviously not good, but at this time they have already finished school, and even the doorman has gone to eat.

Fan Yihang's thin little body...... Will it be killed?

The person she Luo Weiwei wants to beat must not be killed by others first!

Just as he was about to bring someone to help as a messenger of justice, Song Ningyuan lowered his voice and said, "Big guy, everyone else has run away, do we really want to go?" ”

Is it ...... everyone else gone?

Luo Weiwei swallowed her saliva, turned around and slapped Song Ningyuan's head hard.

"What a! Watch and see what happens! Do you want to go up and help without seeing the situation clearly? How did I teach you before? Luo Weiwei said, dragging Song Ningyuan into a corner.