While riding a bicycle, Zhou Zijun couldn't help but look at the girl sitting in front of him.

The girl quietly held the inside of the handle, a pair of clean eyes looked at the road in front of her, wearing a mask, she could not observe all her face, but she could clearly see the slightly curled hair in her ears, and the clean and small pinna.

Although it lacks a bit of femininity, like a little sister who hasn't grown up yet, it seems that she also has something attractive about her.

The two of them didn't communicate anymore, one was watching the road seriously, and the other was riding quietly.

It wasn't until they heard the sound of punching and kicking that the quiet atmosphere was shattered.

"Zhou Zijun, did you hear that? What was that? Ou Yihan looked at Zhou Zijun behind him with vigilance.

Zhou Zijun stopped the car and looked into an alley with no street lights:

"There should be someone fighting, you wait here, I'll take a look."

With that, he parked the car, got out of the car and walked into the alley.

Ou Yihan whispered to him behind his back:

"Zhou Zijun, you pay attention to safety."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Zijun's figure disappeared at the mouth of the alley.

This was followed by more violent punches and kicks, and the miserable screams of men.

Ou Yihan sat on the motorcycle and listened in horror.

Because she was worried that something would happen to Zhou Zijun, she hesitated for a while, got out of the car, adjusted the mobile phone screen to the dialing interface, entered 110, and then turned on the mobile phone flashlight, while walking into the alley by the light of the mobile phone, while observing the situation inside, thinking that if she found that the situation was wrong, she would dial 110 for help in time.

In this way, Ou Yihan walked to the innermost part of the alley.

Through the faint light of the mobile phone flashlight, the first thing she saw was a few men lying on the ground writhing in pain.

Then I saw Zhou Zijun, who was standing not far away, exuding a cold aura all over his body like a god of war.

After Zhou Zijun saw Ou Yihan, he shook his wrist that was a little sore, walked over with long legs, stood beside her in a protective posture, and said coldly to the people on the ground:

"Still not rolling? I want to fight again. ”

Several tall men on the ground glared angrily in the direction of Zhou Zijun.

It's a pity that the girl who suddenly appeared shined a flashlight in their eyes, so that they couldn't see clearly who the man who beat them just now was, otherwise they would have found more brothers to avenge this revenge another day.

Today suddenly suffered a loss, several brothers were twisted off their right arms, and it was useless for them to stay here, so the leader shouted "go" and left here.

After they all left, Ou Yihan asked Zhou Zijun:

"How are you? I guess I didn't get hurt. ”

Zhou Zijun sneered: "Even them, can they hurt me?" I've been practicing taekwondo since I was a child, so I've cleaned them up. ”

Then he asked Ou Yihan:

"Why are you here? Didn't you wait outside? ”

Ou Yihan said:

"I heard a lot of fighting inside, I'm afraid something will happen to you."

Zhou Zijun smiled happily, his fingers were bent, and he slid on the bridge of Ou Yihan's nose through the mask.

Ou Yihan leaned back, stretched out his hand to straighten his mask, and asked Zhou Zijun:

"What the hell just happened?"

Only then did Zhou Zijun remember that there was still a person lying here.

"Those people were beating up one person in the group, and when I came over, they thought I was an accomplice and did it to me without asking, so they were knocked down."

Ou Yihan heard him say this, took a flashlight and shone it again, and sure enough, he saw a dying figure in the corner of the alley.

The man was wearing a school uniform, very tall, presumably a teenager, lying there lifeless, with what appeared to be a serious wound to the back of his head, from which a pool of blood flowed.

"Look, that guy seems to be seriously injured."

Zhou Zijun also saw it, his face became a little serious, and he said:

"Let's go, let's see."

Ou Yihan held a flashlight and followed Zhou Zijun over.

Closer, after shining the light of the flashlight on the young man's face, Ou Yihan's pupils dilated:

"It's him...... Gao Qingchen? ”

Unlike Gao Qingchen, whom Ou Yihan saw for the first time, he was particularly embarrassed this time.

The school uniform was stained with blood, blood came out of his forehead, and his fair and handsome face was bruised everywhere.

He must have fainted, his eyes closed and motionless.

Zhou Zijun also recognized Gao Qingchen, and a hint of bad luck flashed in his eyes:

"Why is he, I wouldn't have come if I had known."

Ou Yihan felt that his attitude towards Gao Qingchen was quite strange, and couldn't help but ask:

"Do you have a grudge against Gao Qingchen?"

Zhou Zijun coldly:

"Where does the hatred come from if you can't beat the eight poles?"

Ou Yihan: "But I see that your attitude towards him doesn't seem to be harmonious."

Zhou Zijun pinched his waist with one hand:

"What is my discord with him, is it his discord with people all over the world?"

Ou Yihan was a little puzzled and didn't understand what he meant.

Zhou Zijun patiently said a few more words to her:

"Gao Qingchen's personality is not very likable, he doesn't have any friends at school, he does his own thing, not only is he unsociable, but sometimes he does something that everyone is not used to, in addition, everyone also rumors that he went to a nightclub to do ......"

Zhou Zijun paused when he said this, as if there were some words that he felt dirty and did not want to defile Ou Yihan's ears,

"In short, he is a man with no bottom line and no backbone, and I, Zhou Zijun, look at him like looking at the mud on the ground, and I don't want to talk to him at all."

Ou Yihan knew why Zhou Zijun didn't want her to mention Gao Qingchen's name during the day today.

It should be similar to the ancient princes and nobles who looked down on the same age in the refugee pile.

I don't think they deserve to be in my own world, so I don't want anyone to compare them to myself.

"Perhaps...... He also has his own last resort, right? I don't think any boy would volunteer to work in a nightclub or something. ”

Ou Yihan looked sideways at Gao Qingchen and said so.

Zhou Zijun was a little panicked when he saw her expression, he moved his body, blocking Ou Yihan's view of Gao Qingchen, and said unhappily:

"Ou Yihan, you seem to care about Gao Qingchen very much, don't you like him? …… What's good about him, except for a good face and good academic performance, everything else is good. ”

Ou Yihan felt that Zhou Zijun's brain circuit was quite strange.

Why do you always fall in love and like it at every turn?

Can't you think about normal relationships and emotions?

"No, I knew Gao Qingchen in a Western restaurant, and at that time, because of my personal reasons, it seemed that his work in the Western restaurant was ruined, and I don't know if he fell to this place because he lost that job, I feel a little guilty in my heart."

Zhou Zijun felt a little better:

"Are you sure that's all?"

Ou Yihan was a little impatient, and replied with a twisted eyebrow:

"That's all for sure."

After finishing speaking, she bypassed Zhou Zijun, squatted down and continued to observe Gao Qingchen's injury.

"You want to save him?" Zhou Zijun squatted next to her and asked her.