"Zheng Pingqing, I'll fuck you..." Huo yerui was so angry that he uttered a foul language on the spot, taking into account the quality character that he had drafted for so long, he had to swallow the second half of the sentence, and he almost had a heart attack on the spot at such a young age. .
Anxious, Huo yerui poured a glass of ice water and poured it a few gulps before he managed to calm down his anger. He had no intention of guessing Zheng Pingqing's thoughts any more. Zheng Pingqing suddenly became angry.
Huo Yerui guarded the ice bucket for a long time and was thinking about how to deal with Zheng Pingqing. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the restaurant door. A classmate from the class ran in, found his position and rushed to the front, looking flustered: "Ye Rui, something went wrong."
Huo yerui frowned: "what's the matter?"
The classmate said, "Your friend and Zheng Pingqing got into a fight on the skating rink, so hurry up and persuade him."
Huo yerui was refreshed, put down the cup and hurried out.
Zheng Pingqing put Huo yerui together, but his mood was not much better. The "mother forced" thing still filled his heart, which made him always have a trace of irritability that he couldn't get rid of.
Right outside the cafeteria was the ice skating rink of the shopping mall. Zheng Pingqian simply changed his skates and entered the ice rink.
It was already night and it was meal time. There were few people on the skating rink and the venue was empty. Zheng Pingqing didn't have to worry about bumping into people.
Chen Shiyi's words echoed over and over again:
"Pingqing, it was my fault. I always thought that you still had me, but Lin Qian had no mother, so I wanted you to let him go, but I didn't do what a mother should do..."
"I just want you to stop hurting each other. Lin Qian still doesn't know that I'm your mother, so I can only come to you, but that's not fair to you..."
"Pingqing, I hope you can be happy and don't continue to hurt others and yourself."
…
Zheng Pingqing thought, if after the summer vacation in his last life, he hadn't humiliated Lin Qian because of Chen Shiyi's remarks, he hadn't fought with Lin Qian, and he was recorded as a major demerit.
So later, can you also hear Chen Shiyi's apology
At the age of seventeen, he was young and vigorous, and his heart felt like a fire was burning. He poured a little oil into it and it exploded. At that time, the impulse never cared about the consequences. He just felt wronged and wanted to vent it.
Until you go further and further, there is no turning back.
"Ping Qing, I'll go back to the city to live for a while, if... I said, if you want, I'd like to formally introduce your relationship with me to Lin Qian..."
The more Zheng Pingqing thought about it, the more irritable he became. He scratched his head and regretted not directly replying to Chen Shiyi at that time: "I also want to formally introduce my relationship with Lin Qian to you."
It's the best to be able to make her and Lin Yazhi so angry that they hug each other and cry!
Zheng Pingqing thought darkly.
He was a little lost in thought, and he didn't notice that a figure was approaching aggressively, until the person was close to him, and Zheng Pingqing was suddenly shocked.
He subconsciously turned his feet, trying to avoid the figure, but the man followed closely and changed direction, directly next to Zheng Pingqing, and the two greeted him head-on.
Zheng Pingqing only felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
The other party had called him out first, with a malicious smile: "Zheng Pingqing, long time no see!"
After saying that, he swiped past him suddenly, and slammed Zheng Pingqing with his shoulder.
Zheng Pingqing's skating skills were average, and he was caught off guard. The collision failed to stabilize in the end, and he fell backwards and fell heavily on the ice.
Zheng Pingqing was so painful that he almost didn't shout, and scolded, "Are you wrong?"
The man circled back and slowly stopped in front of him, folded his arms around his chest, looked at him condescendingly, and sneered: "I've been looking for you for a year, but I didn't find it, but I didn't expect it to be transferred to Twelfth Middle School. Pingqing, are you hiding and not afraid to see me?"
Zheng Pingqing listened to the lines of the second grade, and only felt that he was really far away from the world of high school students. Hearing this, he didn't feel angry or offended, but only felt a burst of laughter.
However, he remembered who this person was. The reason why he was able to transfer to No. 12 Middle School in his second year of high school was mainly due to the classmate in front of him, but...
Zheng Pingqing: "Hello."
It's been so long, I can't remember his name for a while.
The other party narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why, do you want to pretend that you don't know me?"
Zheng Pingqing had already stood up, patted his clothes, and said, "I know, but I don't remember the name."
other side:"… "
It happened that someone on the sidelines asked nervously: "Zheng Zhong, what's wrong with you, are you alright?"
Zheng Pingqing suddenly said, "Oh, yes, it's Zheng Zhong."
Zheng Zhong suddenly felt despised. He felt that Zheng Pingqing must have done it on purpose, and angrily stretched out his hand to push him: "You don't have to be so fucking stupid."
Zheng Zhong's hand was very heavy, and before Zheng Pingqing could stand firm, he was pushed so unexpectedly, and he fell down after shaking a few times.
For the first time, Zheng Pingqing didn't care because he was too lazy to settle accounts with high school students, but after being hit twice in a row, it was time to teach the bear boy how to be a human being, so the moment he fell to the ground, he scolded and shoveled. With a solemn ice blade, he was brought down too.
Zheng Zhong exclaimed. He was just thinking about watching Zheng Pingqing's jokes, but he also rushed to the street without being prepared. He burst into tears, and his facial features were entangled.
"Zheng Pingqing, I'll fuck you." He was in a hurry, and he couldn't wait to stand up. He was about to beat Zheng Pingqing as he fluttered on the ice.
After fighting with Lin Qian for many years, Zheng Pingqing, who was well versed in all kinds of fighting skills, calmly got stuck and said coldly, "You think beautifully."
Solemnly: "????"
Zheng Zhong didn't expect that after a year, Zheng Pingqing's fighting skills had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he restrained himself so easily. He became even more furious for a while. nonstop.
Thanks to his solemn voice, the movement on the skating rink quickly attracted attention from outside the arena. Some students recognized that this was Zheng Zhong, the second-generation of the famous No. 3 middle school, and Zheng Pingqing, the first tyrant of the No. 12 middle school. Not good, hurried to find the birthday party host.
The news of the key figures always spread quickly, and the classmates poured out of the cafeteria. Lin Qian was originally following the crowd, and when he saw the scene on the skating rink, his expression suddenly became tense, and he put on his skates without a word. rushed in.
As soon as he stepped on the ice, Lin Qian rushed in Zheng Pingqing's direction quickly and steadily, like an arrow from the string.
"Stop immediately, don't hit again." The ice blade scraped thin ice chips on the ice, and Lin Qian stopped beside the two twisted figures and said coldly.
Zheng Zhong was shocked by the cold voice, subconsciously wanted to let go, but reluctantly continued to pull on Zheng Pingqing's collar, the other hand was better than trying to break his fingers.
It is really impossible to beat, and the sword can only go sideways.
Lin Qian didn't shoot, and his voice became a little colder: "If you don't let go, my ice blade will pass over your arm."
Zheng Zhong suddenly felt cold on his arm, and finally let go of his hand resentfully.
Lin Qian didn't bother to look at him, so he helped Zheng Pingqing up, frowning slightly: "What's going on?"
Zheng Pingqing didn't answer, but held him nervously and said, "Why are you here? You can't skate, so be careful not to fall."
Lonely and alone, he could only stand up solemnly by his own strength: "...?" What the hell, this person pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, so he can't skate at all!
Lin Qian didn't answer. He saw that Zheng Pingqing had fallen hard, and he didn't care about clearing things up with Zheng Pingqing. He first helped Zheng Pingqing back to the sidelines.
The ignored Zheng Zhong followed unwillingly. Some classmates who were familiar with them hurriedly surrounded them. Huo Yerui stood at the front and said, "Why did the fight start? They are all friends. If you have something to say, talk slowly... "
He interrupted with a solemn sneer: "Who is his friend, who doesn't know about the third middle school, Zheng Pingqing and I are at odds with each other."
Huo Yerui froze for a while, but he didn't expect such a surprise, so he restrained his smile and pretended to be a peacemaker: "what do you say?"
However, Lin Qian questioned Zheng Pingqing with his eyes: So besides me, you had so many rivals
Zheng Pingqing was shocked, and immediately retorted Zheng Zhong: "Don't talk nonsense, the only person I can't stand against is Lin Qian."
Huo Yerui almost couldn't bear to spray him, and he even pretended to be a Nima!
Zheng Zhong was unaware of the well-known grievances and grievances of the Twelve Middle Schools, so he directly blocked these words and forcibly took the role back to himself: "Zheng Pingqing, we should settle our accounts."
Seriously speaking, it made the other students who came to fight very nervous, but some people did not pay attention to the cruel words of the second-year junior high school student, and stared at Zheng Pingqing's elbow, and asked abruptly: "You What's wrong with you?"
Zheng Pingqing fell twice, and his elbow was not lightly hit. At this time, the swelling was severe, and there was a little blood oozing from his left hand.
Zheng Pingqing didn't want to bother with the high school students, and said vaguely, "I fell..."
But Zheng Zhong jumped out by himself, with a sarcastic expression on his face: "Who knew his skating skills were so poor, he would fall down if he touched it."
Lin Qian reached out and touched Zheng Pingqing's wound lightly, but then retracted it without touching it. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Zheng Zhong: "Did you hit?"
Lin Qian's appearance was handsome, and at first glance he seemed to be a very easy-going person. However, for some unknown reason, from the beginning until now, Zheng Zhong has never dared to look directly at him. The sense of oppression made him feel a little empty.
Solemnly clenched his neck, trying to make himself more imposing: "What's the matter?"
Lin Qian said concisely: "Apologize, apologize."
Zheng Zhong was angrily laughed: "Who do you think you are?"
Lin Qian didn't answer his question at all, he just said, "Apologies, or if Zheng Ping is slightly injured, you will also be injured, and that's fine."
Lin Qian's tone was not fierce, and his eyes were not ruthless. He seemed very restrained from beginning to end, but this restraint made people feel a little chilly.
Zheng Zhong is a person who loves face, and naturally he will not admit his mistake: "Who can blame himself, or else don't learn skating, it will be shameful."
Seeing him, Lin Qian was still stubborn, and raised his eyelids: "You mean, your skills are not as good as others, so it's a good thing to get hit by someone?"
He solemnly stabilized his momentum and raised his chin: "This is what he asked for."
Before he could finish his sentence, Lin Qian suddenly took a step forward, pressing a hand on one of his shoulders, pulling him forward unexpectedly.
They hadn't changed their skates yet, but Lin Qian was surprisingly steady, and his movements were so smooth that he didn't even have time to react. He was dragged forward and leaned forward. He couldn't help exclaiming Out loud: "Ahh-my face-"
At a critical juncture, Lin Qian gently pushed him back a little and released his hand.
Zheng Zhong was able to stabilize his body, his face was still in shock, and he was immediately annoyed: "What are you doing?"
Lin Qian looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "The skill is not as good as others, and it deserves a fall, isn't it?" As he spoke, he suddenly took a step forward, and he was so frightened that he stepped back subconsciously.
Solemnly angrily: "You don't scare people."
Lin Qian said, "Apologize, otherwise you can try to scare people."
Zheng Zhong was frightened in front of so many people, how could he bear such a threat, and immediately provoked: "Why, do you want to fight too?"
"Shut up—" Zheng Pingqing finally couldn't bear to yell at him, "Are you dying?"
Zheng Zhong was taken aback by Zheng Pingqing, and then he heard Lin Qian say indifferently, "Don't fight."
He sneered solemnly: "Why, are you afraid?"
Lin Qian nodded, "I'm afraid that if I kill you, I'll have to go to jail, it's not worth it."
Zheng was very angry. He was about to say something, but his arm suddenly tightened. He was grabbed and pulled out in an instant. He was still stepping on his skates. Subconsciously shouted.
No one thought that Lin Qian's shot would be so fast and accurate. Before everyone even realized that he was doing it, he had already completed the assault and stepped forward, grabbing Zheng Zhong's arm neatly, and pressing the side of the court Pushing the railing, he turned around abruptly, a series of actions that directly left the crowd watching the pull frame behind him.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The classmates on the sidelines only felt a flash before their eyes. They all thought that Lin Qian was going to throw the solemn out in a tit-for-tat.
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Qian had already pulled back the crumbling solemnity, allowing him to stabilize.
Zheng Zhong was rescued from the edge of falling, and before he could catch his breath, he leaned forward again, and was pulled forward by Lin Qian uncontrollably and slid forward.
at a very exciting speed.
A violent commotion broke out on the edge of the skating rink.
The mood of the onlookers went up and down just like Zheng Zhong on the field. Seeing that Zheng Zhong was about to throw himself in the street and was caught back, he was about to put his heart back. He didn't want the situation to suddenly change. Like an arrow leaving the string, he dragged solemnly and rushed out.
His speed was astonishingly fast, not to mention the solemnity on the field, even the students who were on the sidelines saw their scalps go numb.
Zheng Pingqing was the first to react, he didn't expect Lin Qian to be so rigid for him, but he was more worried about Lin Qian, so he couldn't help shouting: "Lin Qian, come back quickly, you can't skate! "
It was followed by Xu Yao's terrified voice: "Ah ah - Aqian can't skate, what should I do if I fall!"
Then there was the unexpected goddess Yunini of the Three Middle Schools, she nervously hugged Luo Runwei's arm: "How come this has changed, classmate Lin Qian can't skate!"
Luo Runwei didn't know whether to help or fall into the trap, so she said coolly: "That's right, he just hit the street this afternoon."
Their words made the students in Twelfth High School also reacted. Most of them were in the same class as Lin Qian. They had heard about the fight between Lin Qian and Zheng Pingqing on the ice rink, and knew that Lin Qian could not skate at all.
So many people also became nervous, and they came up with ideas: "Go and call the staff at the skating rink!"
"Damn, do I need to call 110 or 120? Will I be sent to the police station or the hospital later?"
"Ow—Aqian must not get hurt!"
"Aqian, stop quickly, safety is the most important thing, we will help you beat him!"
"Aqian, hurry back, let's beat him together!"
…
Students from other schools: "..." What kind of students are these students trained in No. 12 Middle School!
The two figures on the field seemed to have not heard the call from the sidelines, and were still sliding at an alarming speed, and they were getting faster and faster.
The hearts of the classmates of Twelve Middle School are broken:
"Damn it, who is that person? Bullying Ah Qian like that!"
"That's right, I despise him, we Ah Qian can't skate at all, okay?"
"Frightening people with things that others can't, what kind of thing!"
Xu Yao's momentum was even more astonishing, and the whole audience heard it in one voice: "That foreign school, what if you bully Aqian who can't skate! You have the ability to compete with us! You shameless thief, give it to you! I'm back!!"
…
The students of No. 12 Middle School were concerned and confused, and could no longer distinguish the situation on the field normally.
The students from the other school silently stood a little further away from the people from the Twelfth Middle School.
Zheng Pingqing didn't care that he fell and injured himself or his own skills. He pushed the classmates away and rushed out to save the field, but was pulled by two male classmates.
"Student Zheng, it's too dangerous for you to pass like this!"
Zheng Pingqing broke free from the shackles, his voice extremely gloomy: "Is it not dangerous now?"
Just listening to a classmate who was not so sure, he said shiveringly, "... It seems, it's not too dangerous?"
The surroundings were still clamoring, but the worried voices gradually weakened, and the voices of some students from other schools could be vaguely heard: "Are the people in the Twelfth Middle School blind or are they short-sighted?"
"God doesn't know how to skate, so I don't even know how to walk, right?"
"Stunned, don't Twelve High School's standard of skating has to go to the Winter Olympics?"
"Is the sports of Twelfth Middle School already so awesome now?"
…
Zheng Zhong on the skating rink was very desperate. Zheng Pingqing, a big liar, promised that this classmate would not be able to skate!
He solemnly listened to the whistling wind in his ears, and Lin Qian's ultimatum: "Do you apologize?"
Solemnly tenaciously and weakly defending his dignity: "No..."
"Okay." Lin Qian smiled maliciously, "I don't want you to apologize now, call me Dad."
The author has something to say: Zheng Pingqing: No, I don't want this son.