"Brother Zihao, what musical instrument do you want to play?"
The woman in Fengyue Place didn't know what it meant, but she pretended to be pure, sitting on Xie Zihao's thigh, her fingers wandering around the base of his thigh.
"what."
Xie Zihao murmured comfortably, staring at the plumpness on Xiaoqi's chest with squinted eyes, his mouth pressed to her ear, "Blowpipe."
"Eh, Brother Zihao, you are really bad."
Xiaoqi pretended to push, but she leaned forward on her own initiative.
"Ahem..."
Zhu Shenyou coughed slightly, "Brother Zihao, upstairs has prepared a room for you, the beauties inside, please be happy with you."
Zhu Shenbing also laughed and said: "You all listen to me. If you don't serve Brother Zihao tonight, I will ask you tomorrow, have you heard?"
"You have few soldiers, don't worry..."
Several beauties in the private room swarmed up, almost carrying Xie Zihao out of the private room, and went straight to the hotel room upstairs.
When everyone was gone, Zhu Shenbing's face suddenly became cold, and he couldn't help cursing: "Fuck, what is it, the son of a vice president, what a comparison with Lao Tzu."
"Shen Bing, you are always so impulsive."
Zhu Shenyou shook his head and waved his hand again, "You can't underestimate this Xie Zihao, people just let go and give us more auspicious numbers, which are all money."
"It's okay to make money. It's uncomfortable to see that kid pretends to be a match. I'll tell Xiaoqi to get some medicine. If he doesn't play tonight, he won't be able to get up on the Kang for three days. It is considered that our girl is not capable.
Zhu Shenbing slapped the table and left the room in a hurried stride. Even if Zhu Shenyou shouted at the back, he couldn't call him back, so he could only shook his head helplessly.
Perhaps the girl from the Zhu family was really unable to stand it, or Xie Zihao's physical fitness was too good. Early the next morning, Shen Dapeng saw Xie Zihao and Yuan Shuai walking into the school together at the school gate.
"Huh? This guy is a student in No. 1 Middle School? Why don't you have an impression?"
Shen Dapeng frowned in surprise, then shook his head, thinking that this guy would not dare to do excessive things in school, so he ignored it.
The tense high school life is more hectic than during the remedial class, and the endless exercises almost make people forget all the other things, but there are always exceptions.
Li Zeyu has already started to leave early, but his parents wrote a false note, and the teacher had also talked to his parents before, so he did not embarrass him, and the school also knows about the Li’s boiling water station, and is discussing cooperation with the school these days. Plan to promote bottled purified water on campus.
In the afternoon, Shen Dapeng looked bored at the wall clock in front of the classroom, lay down on the table lazily, and looked back at the empty seat behind him. He was a little surprised.
Li Zeyu went home to help, but he was a little uncomfortable. When he was with his big head, he always hated the annoyance of his chirping, but now he felt that something was missing.
"Fighting, fighting, the basketball court downstairs is fighting..."
Suddenly there was a hustle and bustle downstairs. Most of the students in the class didn't even mean to watch the excitement. After all, they were faced with various exercises all day long until late at night.
Shen Dapeng had nothing to do, so he lay down on the windowsill and looked at the basketball court downstairs. Sure enough, there was a group of people surrounding the basketball court, and it seemed that they were going to fight in groups!
However, his gaze was fixed on a petite figure, and then he looked intently. After confirming, he didn't think much about anything else, and turned around and went downstairs.
On the basketball court, Xie Zihao took Yuan Shuai, the monk, and a few others, standing in opposite positions with a dozen people holding basketballs, all facing coldly.
"Malgobi, brat, I drink her water and care about your birds?"
Xie Zihao, shaking his legs, pointed at a boy holding a basketball and shouted.
"The drink is for me. Su Su is from our class's cheerleading team. Today, in our class's basketball game, she gave me water. What are you grabbing?"
The boy held his chest unconvincingly, worthy of being a basketball player. He was a head taller than Xie Zihao, and looked about 1.90 meters tall. Among high school students, this is definitely a standout among high school students.
Shen Dapeng still remembered that this boy was called Mao Zhuang, and he was the captain of the school basketball team. It is said that he was admitted to the provincial sports academy as a special student in sports.
"Mao Zhuang is right, why are you stealing from Su Su?"
"Yes, who are you?"
A group of boys also gathered around to make a fuss, but Xie Zihao sneered and didn't care.
"Why? Are you not convinced?"
Yuan Shuai glared and pointed to the people around Mao Zhuang, "You, you, and you, are all you capable? Don't you want to go to school anymore? Find a place to practice with me after school?"
Listening to Yuan Shuai's threatening words, all the boys were a little cowered. They all knew that Yuan Shuai was great. Not only did they have some background at home, but they also knew a lot of bastards outside of school.
In the past, who would dare to confront Yuan Shuai, there are only two final endings. One is that he dare not come to school because of fear, and the other is that he was beaten up after school and couldn't come to school for more than ten days.
Others flinched and backed off, but Mao Zhuang was holding the basketball forward, stiffly stalking his neck: "I don't care who you are, it's impossible to bully the girls in our class."
"No? Fuck..."
Xie Zihao was not verbose. He stepped forward and put a foot on Mao Zhuang's stomach. With Mao Zhuang's painful cat waist, he pulled up his hair and slammed his cheek with two punches, then punched and kicked.
Mao Zhuang struggled and struggled, relying on his being tall, and his physical fitness to play basketball was good, so he was not defeated.
But he obviously wouldn't fight, and he was not Xie Zihao's opponent at all. After a fight, his face was covered with blood, and the blood from his nostrils and corners of his mouth was still flowing out.
"Hurry up and help and pull them away."
Su Su looked anxiously at the class boys, but a dozen boys on the basketball team just stood there blankly, looking down at Mao Zhuang being beaten, not to mention stepping forward to help, even the courage to pull a fight or say a word No.
"You usually play together, why don't you even dare to speak now?"
Seeing that no one dared to step forward, Su Su was disappointed, so he strode to Mao Zhuang's side and stopped yelling: "Don't fight, isn't it just a bottle of water? You have already drunk it. Why are you hitting others? "
"It's okay if you don't beat people, you are my horse, and I will let him go."
With that said, Xie Zihao also kicked Mao Zhuang's waist and kicked him far away, while he stretched out his arm to hug Su Su.
"Do not touch me."
Su Su hurriedly avoided, his face pale in anger. Although someone had already gone to the teacher, it was lunch break, and there was not much trouble before the incident, so the teacher has not come yet.