A group of teenagers riding motorcycles galloped down the road in the dark night, whizzing past, and finally stopped in front of a half-demolition building, only the roar of the roaring engine could be heard in their ears.
Wen Yan flicked his tail and stopped the car neatly. The tires rubbed against the ground making a harsh sound. He took off his helmet, his hair was messed up by the night wind, and looked back at Jin Heng: "It's here."
Jin Heng didn't see any shock after racing, he let go of Wen Yanjin's thin waist, looked around, and found that this place was a bit familiar, like the place where Wen Yan was surrounded by a few gangsters last time.
"...help...help..."
There were several men lying in an open space not far from the unfinished building. They were curled up with their stomachs covered, their bodies arched in pain like shrimps, their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and they had obviously been beaten. It seems very clear, but unfortunately no one will pass by here.
Jin Heng has a very good memory. He found that the faces of these people looked familiar, like the people who fought with Wen Yan last time. He remembered Wen Yan's temperament of revenge, and instantly understood something in his heart.
"Yohoo!"
Those delinquent teenagers looked at each other as if they had found some interesting toys. Several motorcycles accelerated around the bend, formed a circle and chased each other, and then gradually narrowed their range. The tires brushed their clothes and the top of their hair, like death. Gradually approaching the footsteps.
Any closer, and it's likely to crush their hands, feet, or heads.
The gangster lying on the ground didn't care about the pain, and got up in a hurry, but he wanted to escape without a way, shivering in the hurricane circle formed by the motorcycle, like a pitiful chicken.
Wen Yan didn't move, he was sitting in the car watching the play, he lit a cigarette with a lighter, and his eyes were fierce and fierce in the dark night that did not belong to his age.
Wen Yan bit off his motorcycle gloves and asked Jin Heng, "Do you remember them?"
Jin Heng paused, then nodded: "Remember."
"I hold revenge," Wen Yan chuckled, staring at the gangsters in the middle, and said the most frightening words in a fluttering tone, "Those who owe me will not end well."
Those who owe him will not end well...
Jin Heng paused for a moment and looked at Wen Yan slowly, but he could only see the blurred profile of his face in the night, the silver chain around his neck flashed a ray of light, cold.
Jin Heng didn't know what to think, closed his eyes, just when Wen Yan thought he would not answer, Jin Heng hummed: "I believe it."
he believe.
Wen Yan's hand with sharp joints rested on the handlebar, and the skull tattoo on the back of the hand was a smile, inexplicably weird, he tapped twice with his fingertips, and then asked Jin Heng, "Are you afraid?"
There is still a difference between a delinquent teenager and an ordinary student. When the former has already started fighting and drinking, the latter is still frightened by the fact that he is late for skipping classes. The life is very different, and there should be no intersection in life.
Jin Heng said, "I'm afraid."
It's so bland that you can tell it's a lie when you hear it.
Wen Yan shouldn't have brought Jin Heng to see these, after all, this newly recruited younger brother looks thin and weak, but he always felt that it was quite embarrassing that he was beaten on the ground last time, and he had to let Jin Heng be there when he was embarrassed. Just look around.
This idea is actually a bit naive.
Wen Yan watched the excitement, put on the motorcycle gloves again, and said to Xu Meng, "Let's go first."
Xu Meng might plan to go for a ride later, but seeing Wenyan leaving so soon, he was a little surprised: "You left so early, your mother told you to go home for dinner?"
Wen Yan frowned: "Fuck off!"
That beautiful woman often shuttled among men, and when she saw which one was pleasing to the eye, she ran away directly. She disappeared for ten days and a half months, and Wen Yan spent most of her time alone.
Xu Meng knew that he was stepping on the thunder, but he didn't speak any more, he waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go."
When Wen Yan started the motorcycle, he did not speed up immediately, but waited for Jin Heng to hug his waist tightly, and then drove into the long road in the dark with a whistle like an arrow from the string. The whirling tree resembles an irregular net, trapping them in it.
Wen Yan asked Jin Heng, "Where does your family live?"
Jin Heng said the location, Wen Yan turned the direction and drove over there, at a gentle speed, and asked casually, "How many people are in your family?"
Jin Heng was a little cold from the wind, but Wen Yan's body was as warm as a stove. He wrapped around the other's waist from behind, and his fingertips swayed quietly, honestly: "Anyone, do you want to go in and sit?"
Wen Yan could probably guess the situation at Jin Heng's house, but as long as his parents were in charge, he wouldn't be bullied like that, not to mention running out in the middle of the night racing with a group of bad boys, hearing the second half of the words, his eyelids Involuntarily jumped: "Can't you see that you are very kind?"
"You're not welcome," Jin Heng smiled bewitchingly behind him, but unfortunately Wen Yan couldn't see it, and said seriously, "If you go, you will be the first."
The courage is so bold that anyone dares to take it home.
Wen Yan inexplicably remembered the last time Jin Heng slapped someone with a brick and dragged him to escape on the street. He didn't answer for a long time, and he hesitated for a while, as if Jin Heng's house was a dragon pond and a tiger's den, but whenever he nodded and entered Just can't get out.
The motorcycle finally stopped in front of an old-fashioned residential building. It was quiet in the middle of the night. Most of the people were asleep. The slight roar was especially obvious. Wen Yan simply turned off the fire, and the surroundings became quiet.
Jin Heng didn't like to stay at school or go home. In short, there was no place he liked. He got off the motorcycle, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Wen Yan, leaning half of his shoulders against the wall. , put forward a friendly invitation: "Really don't you want to go up and sit?"
I always felt that under the sheep-like skin was a wolf grinding its claws silently.
Wen Yan thought to himself what was there to sit in in the middle of the night: "Don't go."
After he finished speaking, he was about to start the car and leave, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the back of Jin Heng's blue and purple hands, he stopped unconsciously, and frowned, "Is someone beaten?"
Jin Heng glanced at the back of his hand, hesitated for a moment, then nodded, quite frankly: "Well."
"damn it."
Wen Yan uttered a foul language in a low voice, wanting to say that Jin Heng's brain was caught in the door, and if he was beaten, he would not be beaten back? But thinking of the other party's thin body, he didn't say anything, but his brows were still tightly wrinkled.
Jin Heng said, "I went upstairs."
Wen Yan: "Yeah."
Jin Heng pulled the schoolbag that was about to slip off, turned around and walked towards the alley. The cold moonlight illuminated the puddle on the ground. Before he took two steps, Wen Yan's lazy and long-toned voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Hey-"
Jin Heng looked back, thinking that he had changed his mind and wanted to go upstairs to sit: "What's wrong?"
Wen Yan's car was parked at the entrance of the alley. There was a broken street lamp beside him, so Jin Heng couldn't see his expression clearly. Laozi covers you."
Translate this sentence, it is equivalent to, I will protect you in the future.
The elder brother said this to the younger brother, and the boss said it to his subordinates, but it seemed that they were not as important as Wen Yan, because what he said would definitely be fulfilled, just like in a previous life.
Jin Heng was stunned when he heard the words, the curvature of his lips fell unconsciously and slowly, and finally calmed down. He slowly tightened his fingertips, wondering what he was thinking.
After Wen Yan said this, he glanced at Jin Heng, said nothing, started the car and left, disappeared like the wind, the roar gradually faded away, and the surroundings were quiet as if nothing had happened.
"… "
Jin Heng turned around and walked upstairs, walking steadily, not avoiding the puddle when he saw it. The system flew out silently, and the blue body was like a street lamp in the dark night, illuminating the surrounding iron railings and narrow corridors.
The system said: [Study hard, take exams well, and after another year, you can leave here.]
This is the best ending it can imagine for Jin Heng.
Jin Heng smiled and shook his head, his voice soft and morbid: "It's boring."
What the system said, he has done it in his previous life, and repeating it again is quite boring.
The system feels that Jin Heng's thinking is wrong, but it feels that this kind of mistake should not be blamed on him, so is it the society's fault? Or is it someone else's fault? The bullying and humiliation during the three years of high school was like cutting the rope in the middle of a suspension bridge, and even the rest of my life suddenly fell into the abyss.
The system remembered the environment Jin Heng was in, and the classmates around him, and put forward a suggestion: [You... do you want to try another path?]
…
It didn't take long for the results of the last monthly exam to be announced. Everyone thought that the top three probabilities of the grade would be the top students from Class 1 and Class 2, but they didn't expect that Cen Qinghua, who was always at the top of the list, was unexpectedly taken. Squeezed to the second place, the first place was a little-known student—
Jin Heng is in class 26 of high school.
Is this a fucking joke
Everyone who sees the score sheet has a high probability of this idea. Everyone knows how bad the grades of Class 6 are. If their class can squeeze into the top 50 of the grade, it is considered a super-level performance. First place? What a huge joke.
The bulletin board set up by the school was crowded with people, all of them staring at Jin Heng's grades. They were surprised to find that the first-placed first place, except for a few points deducted for Chinese, was basically full marks in English mathematics and science. There was a lot of discussion for a while.
"Damn it, the sixth class? Really?"
"This can still be fake. I heard that this time it was jointly published with No. 3 Middle School, and the campus there doesn't have such a high score."
"This is too damn good. It's not worse than a perfect score. We still have such a big guy in our school?"
The people outside the class were all so surprised, not to mention the inside of the sixth class, it was no different from frying the pot, it just felt more mysterious than the Arabian Nights, Pang Yifan and the others sneered disdainfully: "Maybe the teacher has corrected the wrong paper. ."
"That's right, it wasn't like this before."
Tang Guo is the monitor, often runs to the teacher's office, and hears the most inside information. Hearing that, he explained, "The grade group teacher has checked Jin Heng's paper several times, and it is impossible to correct it."
Pang Yifan still didn't believe it, so the whole class could hear him shouting, "That's copying."
Tang Guo frowned: "This time, it's a secret paper jointly produced by the two schools. It's impossible to leak the question. The teacher can't get the question ahead of time. How can Jin Heng copy it? Pang Yifan, if you say this, you need to provide evidence."
Tang Guo was well-liked in the class. Even if someone was jealous of Jin Heng in the dark, they wouldn't show it in the open. In addition, Pang Yifan always bullied people, so he could not help being the target of siege.
"That's right, just say it directly, what are you doing with so many reasons."
"Maybe I don't want to admit that others are better than him."
"Last time, Jin Heng did very well in the English test. It is estimated that he has risen. Let's see how proud Cen Qinghua from the second class is."
Pang Yifan's face was ugly to the naked eye.
Jin Heng was called by the head teacher to the office just now. As soon as he walked into the classroom, he saw a group of people arguing with each other, and the noise could be heard in the corridor. However, when he appeared, everyone seemed to be strangled again. Like a throat, the voice stopped abruptly.
At the parent-teacher meeting last week, Jiang Shaolong was beaten by his father in front of the whole class. I heard that he not only hung out with social hooligans, but also stole money from the family. Several teachers couldn't hold him back, so he persuaded his father to leave. Jiang Shaolong dropped out of school not long after, and never came to school again.
Then there is the gossip that Jin Heng is very close to those delinquent teenagers in Chongming, and they seem to have a good relationship. Whether it is true or false, others will be somewhat jealous, of course, except for Pang Yifan.
Jin Heng ignored the gazes that bet on him, checked the time, and then went to his seat to pack his schoolbag. Today is the tenth anniversary of No. 6 Middle School. There is a one-morning celebration, and the event ends at ten o'clock. went straight away.
No one else moved, just watching the excitement, only Tang Guo came over and said sincerely: "Jin Heng, congratulations, you have passed the first grade exam, when I went to the office to hand in my homework, I heard the language teacher praise you for your composition. All right."
Jin Heng smiled, but it made people feel that this expression was like a mask, not real: "Thank you."
Tang Guo was very curious: "What did Teacher Yang ask you to do in the office just now?"
Jin Heng put his schoolbag on his shoulders, with a marked paper in his hand. The red pen marked a full mark in the upper right corner, and he said, "I did some questions."
The classmates didn't trust his grades, let alone the grade group teachers. Teacher Yang was quite euphemistic. He randomly gave him a set of papers for him to do in front of him. Seeing that he had done all the questions accurately, he breathed a sigh of relief and told him to keep it up with a smile on his face, and then let him he's gone.
Tang Guo nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
At noon, Jin Heng and Yan Na went to Wen Yan and the others as usual, and walked all the way to the gate of Chongming Vocational High School. Yan Na didn't stop the broken thoughts in her mouth. "Why did you get the first grade in the exam?"
She could already have a hunch that Xu Meng laughed at her situation when they compared the results of the two.
Jin Heng thought to himself that he had done that set of papers more than ten years ago. Wouldn't it be too shameful to fail the test again? It seems that they haven't finished school yet, so he asked, "Are we waiting outside?"
Yan Na went straight in, but the security didn't stop her: "What are you waiting for? There's still more than an hour. Does Xu Meng deserve to make my aunt wait so long?"
Wen Yan and Xu Meng's class was at the first corner of the corridor on the third floor. It was just after class time. There was a lot of noise inside. The noise level was more than one grade higher than that of No. 6 Middle School. There were smoking students everywhere in the corridor.
It was the first time that Jin Heng walked into Chongming. He looked around, and finally stopped by the classroom window. Through a thin layer of glass, he could clearly see the situation inside. But not much better.
Probably because the teacher is absent after class, the students are more presumptuous. Some people get together to play poker in twos and threes, and there are young couples leaning against each other and hugging each other, doing everything. In short, there is no learning atmosphere.
Jin Heng looked for it in a row, and finally found Wen Yan's figure in the corner by the window. He seemed very sleepy and was lying on the table lazily making up for sleep, his hair showing a kind of feeling under the sunlight. Dull burgundy.
Hmm... dyed hair
Yan Na said, "They dyed it yesterday."
Xu Meng highlighted a few strands of purple hair, which is very good. The cool and handsome guy just turned into a killer.
Yan Na seemed to come here often. She bent down and quietly pushed open the back door of the classroom and walked in. When a boy saw her, he called her sister-in-law jokingly. Xu Meng was playing games. Hearing the movement, he raised his head, squeaked, and shoved the tablemate beside him, hooked his hands, and pulled Yan Na into his arms: "Why are you here?"
Jin Heng is an unfamiliar face. When he followed Yan Na into the classroom, several girls stared at him, unable to take their eyes back. There are many handsome guys in Chongming, but most of them are ruffian and handsome, and it is rare to see such clean and sunny ones. .
Wen Yan didn't fall asleep, he was in a state of half-sleep all the time. The surroundings were so noisy that he had to take sleeping pills to fall asleep. He heard that the surroundings were quiet for a while, and realized that something was wrong. He finally raised his head from the table and found that Jin Heng I don't know when it appeared in front of me: "..."
Wen Yan might suspect that he was hallucinating, so he wiped his face and looked at him slowly, his voice still a little sleepy: "Jin Heng?"
Wen Yan's deskmate asked for leave with a fever, and the seat next to him was empty. Seeing this, Jin Heng put down his schoolbag and took a seat beside him. When he laughed, he was cuddly and well-behaved, and his eyes were clean: "I have no class in the afternoon, so I'll come over and look for it. You, Yan Na led the way."
Yan Na sat in front with her back to Wen Yan, and stretched out her hand to compare: "No thanks."
Usually Wen Yan went to the gate of No. 6 Middle School to wait for Jin Heng to come. Jin Heng came to Chongming, but the number of times was quite small, and he could count them with one hand.
Wen Yan sat up straight for a while, and then touched the back of his neck, but he didn't expect him to come here: "... Come here, come here."
Anyway, there are a lot of people who skip class in their class, and the teacher is getting old, and it is estimated that he can't remember who is in the class. When the time comes, it should not be a big problem to hold a class with his head down.