Before leaving the piano shop, Yan Zhou wanted to push the electric guitar back to the clerk countless times, but after hearing the persuasion of the middle-aged man in the wheelchair, he finally took it out of the store.

But apparently, his expression was not at all pleasant.

The sound of this electric guitar is made of white and brown wood panels, and the neck is as elegant as a swan. Being held in Yan Zhou's hand is like a gentleman gently holding a graceful beauty.

Yan Zhou, who is concerned, probably doesn't think so. He came out of the piano shop with an electric guitar in his hand, so pushing the wheelchair became a matter for another entourage. Yan Zhou's expression was a little stiff, but he still walked next to the middle-aged man.

Song Mingcheng felt for no reason that Yan Zhou might still prefer to be the one who pushed the wheelchair, so that he would not face to face with the middle-aged man.

However, such an embarrassing atmosphere did not last long, and when he walked out of the pedestrian street, Yan Zhou watched the middle-aged man being invited to get into the sports car and leave.

At the moment when the car started, Song Mingcheng clearly felt that the "no one should enter" aura that originally surrounded Yan Zhou weakened, and he saw his tight back slowly relax, and finally stood as a lonely back.

Seven o'clock on Friday, seven o'clock on the pedestrian street, Yan Zhou on the pedestrian street.

The night wind is cold, the people are loud, and there is a lot of loneliness.

Song Mingcheng stood behind Yan Zhou and couldn't say anything.

With a "ping" sound, Yan Zhou threw the electric guitar he was holding in his arms to the garbage heap without looking back. Then, without looking at it, he walked away as if he were running away from the plague.

The electric guitar didn't really fall into the garbage heap, maybe Yan Zhou was uneasy, or maybe because of the reluctance in his heart, he actually threw it on the carpet next to the trash can, but fortunately, there was a cushion of this carpet, which did not make the electric guitar completely fall apart.

Song Mingcheng picked up the body of the piano that had already made a big cut, and his mind was full of Yan Zhou's rough movements.

What is he running away from?

I...... What are you running away from?

Song Mingcheng took the electric guitar back to the previous piano shop and asked the other party to fix it. The clerk looked at the electric guitar that had just been shot for a short time into this miserable scene, and his face was a little unhappy. Song Mingcheng asked for a long time before finally agreeing to take it for repair.

The cost of trimming is half of the piano itself.

Fortunately, Song Mingcheng said that labor and management have money.

Song Mingcheng didn't know why he did this, but he felt that he had to do it, as if by touching the qin, he could get closer to Yan Zhou's true face.

For some reason, he began to pray for the following Monday.

But when it came to Monday, Song Mingcheng was buried by a bunch of applications to join the No. 7 Middle School Student Union, and he didn't have time to see what changes Yan Zhou had.

"What do you want to say?" Song Mingcheng stretched his face and crossed his hands, looking very bad.

Ah Chen, who was still very active, whispered: "Didn't Brother Song set up a student union, we have been discussing it last Friday, and it was not easy to integrate the application list." ”

The little eyes glanced at Song Mingcheng from time to time, which was quite a bit of an invitation.

Song Mingcheng remembered that there seemed to be such a thing.

But he really doesn't want to run the student council at all, so it's too fucked up. He was about to say something, but when he looked up, he saw Hu Moyin entering the classroom wet.

This was not the first time he had seen Hu Moyin come in wet, nor was it the first time he had seen the look of despair on Hu Moyin's face, but last Friday was the dividing line, and when he learned that Hu Moyin seemed to be ...... seems to like him, Hu Moyin's presence makes him quite uncomfortable.

was so uncomfortable, and with some pride, he couldn't help but stare at Hu Moyin.

Hu Moyin has been bullied since she was a child because of the small red birthmark on the back of her neck. Many people call her "ugly", although she is not ugly at all. But she has a soft temperament and bears everything silently, which always attracts bullying from those who bully the soft and fear the hard.

Later, Song Mingcheng couldn't look past it and recruited her into his command, and this kind of bullying stopped. But the open gun is easy to dodge and the dark arrow is difficult to defend, and the bullying against Hu Moyin has just been transferred to the table.

Song Mingcheng couldn't control it, and he didn't even know a lot about it.

It's just this kind of upright bullying - Song Mingcheng's face was slightly gloomy, leaving behind the classmates who were discussing the student union with him, turned his head and asked Hu Moyin, "What's the matter?" ”

Hu Moyin slowly stuffed his schoolbag into the desk, as if he was still immersed in his own world, and did not hear Song Mingcheng's question at all.

Song Mingcheng could only reach out and knock on her desktop.

"Ahh Hu Moyin raised her head abruptly and stood up, took a few steps backwards with her schoolbag, and accidentally hit the corner of someone else's table, screaming in pain, she supported her waist, and her face was tense.

Song Mingcheng stiffly retracted his hand and looked at her blankly.

"Ah...... No, it's not like that, I ...... I'm fine. Hu Moyin shook his head anxiously and slowly sat back in his seat.

There's nothing to do!

It can be seen that Hu Moyin resisted, and Song Mingcheng couldn't say anything.

However, several students from other classes who followed him frowned at Song Mingcheng, full of ridicule. Song Mingcheng can understand what color those students are stuffing in their brains without using his brain, but he ......

At this moment, Tan Mengmeng jumped in from the door, and the ponytail that jumped with her movements flicked briskly and came to Hu Moyin.

So the boys around Song Mingcheng scattered slightly.

After all, talking about Mengmeng's black clothes, in the end, still gave the students of No. 7 Middle School some sense of oppression, from Yan Zhou, from No. 1 Middle School.

Tan Mengmeng didn't notice the discomfort she brought them, and she didn't care about the cold atmosphere since she entered this class, grabbing Hu Moyin's hand and leaving.

"Hey, where do you want to take her?"

Song Mingcheng originally didn't want to care about it, but because he knew that Hu Moyin seemed to like him, although he didn't plan to respond to her, but subconsciously, he still classified her in his own domain, and now that someone wants to take his things away in front of him, he naturally wants to stop him.

Hu Moyin and Tan Mengmeng turned their heads to look at Song Mingcheng at the same time.

"Hu Moyin didn't violate the rules, right?" Song Mingcheng took a step forward and forcibly separated the two girls, "You guys will take people away casually...... Isn't it a bit excessive? ”

Tan Mengmeng rolled her eyes and said, "Of course I'm taking her to change her clothes, she's soaking wet, okay!" ”

Although she looks angry, because of her cute face, it doesn't make people feel annoying.

Song Mingcheng turned to look at Hu Moyin, Hu Moyin nodded nervously, and said in a voice the size of a mosquito: "Yes, that's the ......"

After Hu Moyin left, Song Mingcheng returned to his seat and looked at everyone's gossip expressions.

Ah Chen came over, smiled sincerely, and said, "Boss, are you ...... Hu Moyin?"

"It's not." Song Mingcheng said, "If you are too idle, just pick all these people on the list and recruit them suitably." ”

He threw the information that those people had integrated to Ah Chen, and became a complete shopkeeper.

"This ...... Boss, the admission requirement is ......"

"I can fight."

Song Mingcheng simply and rudely shook off the stunned Ah Chen, left the classroom, and skipped class.

Not long after he left the classroom, he heard several screams, and immediately recognized the voice—it was Hu Moyin's. Song Mingcheng was originally looking for Hu Mo, so he naturally turned around and rushed towards the sound.

He hadn't taken a few steps before a man walked around the corner.

Song Mingcheng didn't think about it, he took three steps and two steps and rushed towards the other party, and before his hand could be raised, he was arrested.

"What do you do?" Yan Zhou looked at him coldly.

Song Mingcheng narrowed his eyes and asked, "Then what are you doing?" ”

In fact, Song Mingcheng was not mentally ready to meet Yan Zhou, whether it was secretly picking up his electric guitar, or watching Yan Zhou gradually dissolve into the night. All of this made Song Song Mingcheng a little overwhelmed, as if he had glimpsed the other party's secrets, curious, and a little guilty.

But the moment he saw Yan Zhou, Song Mingcheng's heart burst out with a strange anger, burning all the small entanglements before.

"Hu Moyin was injured, and Tan Mengmeng was rubbing medicine on her." Yan Zhou didn't seem to notice the fierce light in Song Mingcheng's eyes, and said mockingly, "I heard that you have been covering her all along?" ”

Song Mingcheng felt Yan Zhou's piercing gaze, frowned, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with her?" ”

"Tan Mengmeng told me that the bruises on her abdomen and back are not just caused recently," Yan Zhou's suppressed tone, from the dark color of the wind and rain in the future, he raised his head and stared at Song Mingcheng tightly, and said word by word, "And there is even more than one person who deals with her." ”

Song Mingcheng couldn't help but take a step back under Yan Zhou's forced gaze, and saw Yan Zhou's year-round ice gradually breaking, gushing out hot and bright red magma inside.

"You're that, covering her like that?"

Yan Zhou's anger was reflected on Song Mingcheng, giving him goosebumps.

Song Mingcheng took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth and asked, "Who did it?" ”

Yan Zhou looked at him with a smile as if he had heard something funny, and the cold words that came out of his mouth were still cold, "Are you asking me?" ”

Ask a ...... who has only been in school for five days Strangers?

Song Mingcheng's face blushed with shame, and he turned around and was about to rush into the classroom, Yan Zhou followed behind Song Mingcheng unhurriedly, and said, "If you want to meddle in this matter, don't give up halfway, if you just do it on a whim...... When your anger passes, Hu Moyin will only live worse. ”

"You don't need to meddle in this!" Song Mingcheng took a breath and said in a deep voice, "I'll take care of it." ”

Yan Zhoucai didn't care what Song Mingcheng's mood was now, and choked: "I don't interfere, you're just afraid that you won't know that someone is bullying her until the third year of high school, right?" ”