Song Ye is actually a pragmatic person. He will never quarrel if he can solve the problem with his hands, and he will never use curse words if he can solve the problem with his words. Therefore, after greeting him in a personable and graceful manner, he made the head teacher and Tang Meiling so angry that they vomited blood. , she walked towards the first class of the third grade of junior high school very happily.
Xu Zihang had not been seen for a few days and had lost a lot of weight. Now he has returned to the image of a campus prince, attracting bees and butterflies along the way, and by the way, Song Ye, a freshman in Class 1, became popular. Before they even arrived at the gate of Class 1, everyone in the class knew that this dark horse, a top student, had an unusual relationship with Xu Zihang, the school boss.
And Song Ye was not a timid master. He generously let Xu Zihang carry his schoolbag and informed him to summon his brothers for training. "Every day after school, I will train your skills alone. You are responsible for informing others."
"Okay." Xu Zihang knew Song Ye's skills well. When he heard this, his eyes lit up and smile lines appeared at the corners of his mouth as he nodded.
While they were talking, the two of them happened to arrive at the door of the classroom. Many girls who were watching secretly saw the casual smile on Xu Zihang's lips, and their hearts were immediately shattered into pieces. Looking at Song Ye again, although her face is delicate and beautiful, she looks like a tomboy, without any of the cuteness of a girl.
The jealousy that arose in vain made Song Ye fall into the edge of isolation again when he first arrived in class one.
The first person to come to stir up trouble was Xu Zihang's rumored girlfriend Wang Han.
After class in the second period, Song Ye had just washed his hands in the toilet and turned around to leave when a group of girls suddenly burst in from outside. Wang Han, the leader, raised his arrogant chin and looked Song Ye up and down. , and then said with a smile: "Song Ye, right? You want Xu Shao to like you because of your appearance, which is neither male nor female. Do you think you can make him feel fresh with this trick?" Bar."
Song Ye raised his eyes and looked directly at the other person's pink face, and suddenly felt that it looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he recognized it.
"What are you looking at? Take away those disgusting eyes of yours." Wang Han frowned fiercely, his eyes stung by the overly delicate face in front of him, and his mood instantly became terrible.
In the past, she dared to say that she was the well-deserved campus beauty of No. 3 Middle School, but now that Song Ye was there, it was like a stone lying across her heart. It would be okay if she was really a boy, but she turned out to be a girl and she was so close to Xu Zihang.
Song Ye clearly saw the jealousy in the other person's eyes, but he didn't expect that he would become cannon fodder because of Xu Zihang, so he explained with a cold expression, "I have nothing to do with Xu Zihang."
"Oh, it doesn't matter? Do you think I'm a fool? You asked Mr. Xu to take you to the first class, and you asked him to help you get your schoolbag. Even a blind person can see that you deliberately wanted to get close to Mr. Xu." Wang Han spoke plausibly, with such anger It almost sprayed onto Song Ye's face.
Song Ye didn't feel that what she was doing was inappropriate at all. It was a matter of peace of mind to let her men take the things. Since she couldn't explain it, she didn't bother to say more. She stepped out and said, "Give way."
Over there, Wang Han was stunned, and was knocked away by half of Song Ye's body. He staggered and almost fell down. In anger, he suddenly stretched out his hand to pull Song Ye's hair, "Smelly Sanba, stop!"
At that time, Wang Han's fingers were only a slap away from the short hair. She was already trying to pull off the entire scalp, but Song Ye seemed to have eyes behind her. He tilted his head and grabbed her hand directly. The long nails were pinched in the slender palms, and they were gently broken. The pain between the fingers and the heart made her cry out in pain, and tears fell on the spot.
"Wang Han, are you okay?"
"Wang Han, how could Song Ye target you? It's too much."
"That's right, Wang Han. Look, your nails are broken."
The girls around were supporting Wang Han with anxious expressions of compliments on their faces. Although they were scolding Song Ye, no one actually stepped forward to fight her.
This is probably where small groups on campus are vulnerable. While they want to be in the limelight, they are afraid of punishment according to school regulations. They follow the trend but still have to be wise to protect themselves.
Song Ye had never looked down upon this kind of children's play house. Looking back at Wang Han with tears in her eyes, she said lightly, "Your hands are as bad as your taste in buying clothes."
Yes, Wang Han was the unruly girl Song Ye met when he went to the Commercial Building for the first time to buy clothes. He never thought that the world was so small and the road between enemies was narrow.
After Song Ye finished irritating everyone, he walked away, leaving only a message for Wang Han who looked surprised and furious.
Song Ye, I will never forgive you.
After school in the afternoon, Yunhua called and said that the Dihu Gang had finished things smoothly and asked Song Ye if he wanted to hold a celebration banquet.
Song Ye thought for a while, then asked Yun Hua to book a table, and led the group to the restaurant where the Song family had their last family dinner.
In the high-end decorated box, the young man and his entourage were all curious. Wang Tiechuan and others were all from small bourgeois backgrounds. They had never been to such a high-end restaurant. They looked around and marveled from time to time.
The calmest among them were Song Ye and Xu Zihang.
Song Ye was born fifteen years later and was used to seeing big scenes. As for Xu Zihang... She squinted at the gentle man holding the tea and said as if unintentionally: "Last time, Zhou Zheng offered a reward of 20,000 yuan for your arrest. Do you know who it was?" Want to touch you?"
Xu Zihang was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was hesitating. After a while, he nodded slightly, "I have a clue, I'm afraid it's my father's enemy."
"Oh?" Song Ye raised his tone, showing a hint of interest. From the first time she met Xu Zihang, she had determined that this man had an extraordinary background, and this kidnapping confirmed the fact. However, "Since you are a member of the Night Gang, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me."
Xu Zihang was startled again, and after a while he slowly smiled and said, "Okay." By killing Zhou Zheng, he had accepted Song Ye's love, and even if she asked why, he had no intention of hiding it. But he didn't expect Song Ye to stop there and not continue to delve deeper. Xu Zihang's heart was touched again.
This was the first time that he felt that Song Ye was not as deserted as he seemed, and he was glad that he could walk to her side.
After the table was full, Song Ye replaced the wine with tea and raised his glass: "Today, the lunch box is to celebrate the official establishment of the Night Gang. From now on, everyone will be a part of the Night Gang."
Everyone thought they were just having a simple meal today, but upon hearing these words, their hearts immediately surged with pride. Xu Zihang stood up with piety in his eyes, "From now on, I will live and die with the Night Gang."
"Okay, let's live and die with the Night Gang."
"Live and die with the Night Gang."
More than a dozen raised teacups collided with each other, making a crisp sound. Song Ye looked at the high-spirited faces of the young people, and his heart felt a little warm.
Compared with directly collecting high-end talents to organize, the process of starting from scratch and climbing up step by step is more interesting.