Two boys jumped off the bicycle, wearing the red and white school uniform jacket of No. 4 Middle School with their arms open.
Both of them have short hair, one has dyed short hair yellow, and the one who has not dyed hair has a broken eyebrow.
Once Bo Jian remembers a person, he will remember the most obvious characteristics of this person. These characteristics are like labels on this person. If they will be used in the future, they will be sorted out.
Bo Jian remembered that he met these two people the day before school started.
At that time... it was fighting with Jianghuai.
No. 1 Middle School has stricter discipline management than other schools. Occasionally there will be male students like Jianghuai with long hair who slip through the net, but there will be no one who is so arrogant that he dyes yellow hair and walks around the school.
The first time they met, these two people were not wearing No. 4 Middle School uniforms, and Bo Jian thought they were some kind of bastard youth.
JAC is similar.
Maybe younger, it should be called a delinquent boy.
Now the two bastard youths and the lost boy are all together again.
Bo gradually unfolded the black filter mask, curled his index finger slightly, and leisurely hooked the straps behind his ears.
"Okay, I don't have time to find you." Huang Cun Tou turned his wrist, making a clicking sound. He grinned: "You are more obedient than a dog, and you came to the door yourself?"
He watched coldly with broken eyebrows, and snorted mockingly.
Huang Cuntou didn't care about the gearshift car that fell on the ground, and walked towards Jiang Huai: "Since you are so active in running to other people's school gates to give away heads, then I will give you my blessing, you son of a bitch..."
Without raising his eyelids, Jiang Huai walked towards the four-color trash can next to him.
Huang Cun Tou didn't finish his sentence, "Boom!"
There was a loud bang.
Jiang Huai kicked the green trash can, and the low plastic trash can almost flew out with the lid on. Huang Cun Tou's face changed all of a sudden, but he didn't have time to hide to the side. He took half a step back at most, and the trash can hit his leg.
Huang Cun Tou was so rushed that he couldn't stand still, and his buttocks fell on the ground. The lid of the green trash can was opened, and the garbage was scattered all over the ground.
Bo Jian glanced at the words on the green trash can.
wet garbage.
Huang Cun Tou sat in a field of rotten vegetable leaves with fruit cores and eggshells. It's disgusting to even look at.
Huang Cuntou obviously stared at this disgusting pile of garbage for a while. The sticky, wet and rotten feel under his hands sent a shiver up his spine with nausea: "You son, I'll fuck you!"
Huang Cuntou turned around and clenching his fists towards Jiang Huai's face.
Jiang Huai let out a sneer from his throat and dodged it.
Huang Cuntou's punch missed, and he wanted to punch it again, but he felt uncomfortable all over, and his body smelled like rotten rice particles stuck to the soles of his shoes. Huang Cuntou sneered and moved his wrist: "Okay, you have the ability."
It was the end of school, and there were quite a few students from the Fourth Middle School who came and went, many of them stopped and looked sideways, pointing and pointing.
Walking over with broken eyebrows and arms crossed, he glanced at Huang Cun Tou, then at Jiang Huai: "I heard your name is Jiang Huai, right?"
Several tall boys walked by. The one who took off his coat and put it on his shoulders walked in the front: "Yo? Brother Li?" He looked at the dirty yellow-inch hair, and then at the broken eyebrow, "What's the matter?"
Fourth Middle School is a notoriously polarized high school. The students are all rich, and the high grades in the front will affect the enrollment rate of the whole school, and those who can't get into a decent university will go abroad in the third year of high school. The school discipline is chaotic and Mu Jin is serious.
Unlike No. 2 Middle School. No. 2 Middle School is famous for its school spirit and self-discipline, a school where good students stay.
Bo Jian glanced at those boys and thought casually, fortunately there are not many such bastards in No. 2 Middle School.
Jianghuai is one of the leaders.
He is indeed a leader, and his fame has spread to the fourth middle school.
Duanmei sneered, staring at Jiang Huai: "Have you heard of the Alpha who beat and raped his fellow school Omega?"
"Why haven't I heard of it, I'm quite courageous, but unfortunately I didn't succeed."
"Did that Omega not transfer to our school? What is it called Song?"
"Song Jun." Duanmei licked his lips, staring at Jiang Huai like a poisonous snake, "The one with the pigtails is that Alpha." He said, "Gao Fang, you guys can help me, this bastard is quite flexible. …help me catch him, and I'll do what an Alpha should really do."
It turned out that he fell in love with Song Jun, and Song Jun asked him to help beat Jiang Huai, so he agreed to Song Jun.
But now it's not just because of Sung Joon.
Sung Joon is already irrelevant. Jiang Huai made him lose face, and then came to him on his own initiative... He looks very displeased at Jiang Huai now.
What an Alpha should do is to put down all Alphas who don't like it. Let him kneel down, let him admit his mistake like a dog, and then roll like a dog with his tail between his legs as far as possible.
Gao Fang looked at Jianghuai, grinned: "Okay. The dog in No. 2 Middle School, let him go back to No. 2 Middle School."
one two three four five six.
Including the rubbish yellow cropped hair, there are six people in total.
Several boys took off their No. 2 Middle School uniforms.
Jiang Huai raised his eyelids, and after a sweep, he turned to look at Bo Jian.
Bo Jian wore a mask, only half of his straight nose and light-colored eyes were exposed.
The next moment, Bo Jian's wrist was clenched, and Jiang Huai said concisely: "Run."
"..."
Duanmei froze for a moment, and then realized: "Catch up! There are only two of them!"
Jiang Huai pulled Bo Jian to run together and then let go. He left Bo Jian with the back of his head without the friendship between the front and back tables: "Follow me, if you can't keep up, if someone catches you, I don't care about you."
Bo Jian rushed forward, half a height away from Jiang Huai: "If I get caught, wouldn't it be you who got me involved?"
Jiang Huai: "Go tell those idiots, don't tell me."
Bo Jian: "..."
On a long street, two people run forward through the crowd. No one turned their heads to look back, and they could all hear the chaotic and heavy footsteps behind them.
As if being hunted down. It is true that he is being chased by several people.
Bo Jianchang was so old, he had never done anything that he was so wronged that he needed to run away.
Of course, up to this second, he hadn't done it either. He was implicated by Jianghuai.
Huang Cun Tou ran behind. Every step he took, he felt as if rotten leaves and smelly rice grains were falling from him, making him sick to death. Slowly, he fell to the rear, far away from the two people in the front.
"Damn it, those two idiots are fucking dogs, how can they run like this..." Huang Cun Tou slowed down first, "You chase after me, I'll wipe my clothes, I'm so disgusted."
Jiang Huai took out the mask from his pocket and put it on: "The smell of toilet water on your body is overwhelming."
"You sprayed it, thank you for the compliment." Bo Jian said.
Jiang Huai turned his head and glanced to the side: "It would be nice if there was a wall nearby."
Bo Jian understood what he meant. If Jiang Huai jumped over the wall with the strength he jumped off the building, there would be sixty chasing after him, not to mention six, and none of them could catch up to him.
But there is a row of door-to-door stores along the street, and the road is so flat let alone obstacles, the city government wishes they could even fill in the cracks in the floor tiles for you.
Bo Jian asked: "Do you practice parkour because you are often chased and beaten?"
After a long silence, Jiang Huai said, "Get lost."
After chasing for a block, the few with broken eyebrows will die after chasing them.
The first two ran too fast. If they didn't run at a speed of 100, they wouldn't be able to chase people after a while. But a block is hundreds of meters long.
"Hold!"
"Brother Li, should, should we take a taxi?"
"??"
But the two people in front were still chatting.
Bo Jian turned his head: "That Song Jun...is that your first love?"
"..."
Bo Jian had never met Song Jun. Maybe I have seen it, but Song Jun probably doesn't have any valuable memory points. He only heard a little about the uproarious incident in the first semester of high school. In the end, Jiang Huai was punished and Song Jun transferred to another school.
Can Jiang Huai be like this...Students who sleep in school and don't hear anything outside the window want to transgender Omega, Bo Jian roughly constructs a vague image of Song Jun: "What do you like about him, he is very good-looking Is it?"
Jiang Huai finally turned his head: "Promise me, shut up, okay?"
But Bo Jian didn't shut up this time. "I'm just curious," he said.
Jianghuai did not answer.
Bo Jian said: "Curious... what kind of person do you like?"
Jiang Huai ignored him. They ran for a block and a half, and the inside of the sidewalk changed from a door store to an iron fence with stone piers, two or three meters high. Jiang Huai jumped onto the stone pier, pulled the top of the iron fence to pierce the narrow metal crosspiece in the middle, climbed obliquely on the iron bar and turned over.
Bo Jian didn't stop, and turned over.
On the side of the iron fence is a residential area.
A few boys with Broken Eyebrows followed here, and opened their eyes to watch the two of them turn over from the top of the iron fence.
A buddy looked at the gleaming iron spikes on the top of the iron fence, and his crotch felt cold: "Brother Li, let's stop turning over now...the community has a main entrance."
"Fuck, Jiang Huai didn't know where the hell he was when he got to the main entrance!"
Jiang Huai ran towards the community and stopped.
Those idiots can't catch up, and it's useless to chase them. His overcoming the wall is a matter of changing hands.
Jiang Huai took off his mask, and slowly squatted down against a sycamore tree, panting slightly. He didn't know if Bo Jian was tired or not, anyway, he was tired after running for such a long time with sprint strength.
Bo Jian came over, stood beside him, and handed over a pack of tissues.
Still with body temperature.
Chairman Bo is so particular that even the textbooks must be scented and deodorized, but the paper towels used have no smell. Jiang Huai took one and handed it back.
He folded the tissue in half and wiped the sweat from his palms: "Song Jun has an aura that attracts me very much."
Bo Jian was slightly taken aback. He was silent for a while, and asked, "What kind of temperament?"
Jiang Huai got up, crumpled up the tissue and threw it into the trash can, without expression: "The temperament of trash."
Bo Jian: "..."
Jiang Huai raised his neck and clicked a few times. He moved his wrist and walked forward: "Come on, don't you want me to treat you to dinner?"
Bo Jian looked at his back, smiled, and didn't ask Gao Yi about Song Jun again. He raised his foot: "Didn't you agree?"
"It's just a meal." Jiang Huai raised his hand lazily, "Anyway, what I eat is what you eat. You have no choice."
Bo Jian followed Jianghuai and turned eastward and westward, and finally Jianghuai turned further and further into a narrow alley. The white mud walls painted in the narrow alleys, I don’t know how many years, the wall skin has peeled off a thick layer at the corners.
On the only surviving broken wall, there are still black, white, red and yellow small advertisements, "pumping excrement for cleaning", "applying for license and engraving seal", "painless abortion"... "model sister, door-to-door service".
Bo Jian retracted his gaze.
This kind of environment is not like coming to eat, but more like Jiang Huai brought him to a black clinic to have an abortion.
This side is closer to the old campus of the No. 4 Middle School, and it is estimated that it is also in the land to be demolished by the government.
There are still a few shops in the alley, but not many are open.
Jiang Huai stopped in front of an old-style alloy door, the doorknob was still rounded. The door was cracked open, and there was no signboard at the door, so it was hard to tell what it was for sale. A cyan glass beaded curtain was hung behind the alloy door.
Jiang Huai twisted open the door to go in, but Bo Jian grabbed his wrist.
Jiang Huai withdrew his hand and turned his head: "Huh?"
Bo Jian frowned slightly: "What do you sell here?"
"Food." Jiang Huai said.
Bo Jian paused for a while: "No... anything else, special service?"
Jiang Huai immediately understood what Chairman Bo meant. He raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile: "Two hundred for the half set, four hundred for the full set, and one thousand for the night package, come?"
Bo Jian: "..."
Jiang Huai made a "tsk" sound, with a lazy expression: "But it's just you, it will cost you fifty at most."
Bo Jian lowered his eyelashes and looked at Jiang Huai: "How do you know?"
Jiang Huai: "Why don't you try it?"
"try what?"
"If you can spend two hundred yuan, I'll call you Dad." Jiang Huai said.
Don't want daddy. He doesn't have a son like Jiang Huai.
But Bo Jian asked, "Are you with me?"
Jiang Huai snorted, turned around and opened the door to go in: "I'm not with you, I'll pay, and I'll just watch by your side?"
Jiang Huai walked in, and casually pulled the blue beads on his single braid to the side. The pigtails were pulled up to the shoulders, and the back of the neck, which was a little pale under the cold light, was exposed. He lowered his head, a section of cervical vertebra protruded slightly.
Bo Jian brushed over the back of his neck and chuckled, "I'm a decent person."
"Oh." Jiang Huai walked in and threw a plastic menu for him, "That serious man, do you eat barbecue?"
The author has something to say: Chairman: I don’t want to eat barbecue ^·