You can quickly enter this site, which provides free reading and txt format downloading of high-quality novels! I didn't say anything on the way back to the dormitory with him, because I couldn't help but worry about what to do if I ran into those Bs in the third year of high school. That day, Fatty helped us out by himself, but if they ran into them again today and found that Cheng Yifei and I were helping him again, they would explode. Thinking of this, I suddenly began to feel that this matter was a bit hasty, and I had already promised Zhang Tong and the others that day not to conflict with these Bs in the third year of high school, so it would not be easy to ask them for help now.
I'm not afraid of getting into trouble, but I'm afraid that our kindness this time will hurt Fatty again, and then Fatty will be bullied even more severely by them, and they will vent all their dissatisfaction with us on Fatty, because from the result last time, it seems that these senior high school students don't particularly want to have a direct conflict with us, but more want to scare us. When I thought of this, I couldn't help but suddenly froze, damn, scare us? Damn, they are the only ones who scare people, don't I know how to do it
I closed my mouth and thought for a while, and suddenly an idea popped into my head. Of course, I also thought of Xie Wendong in the book How a Villain Was Made. Later, I realized how fucked up that idea was. But it has little to do with the book. I can only say that I was too naive, like an idiot.
I had thought of the idea at that time, and I couldn't help but start to get excited, but in fact that kind of excitement is very dangerous for people, because when your adrenaline is secreted too much, those things that were originally very dangerous will no longer be so dangerous in your eyes.
When we entered the male dormitory building and walked to our floor, I told my rival Cheng Yifei that I was going back to the dormitory to get something, so he went up first and I would be up soon. Cheng Yifei looked at me and nodded, then said, "It's okay, you go, I'll wait for you here, and then we'll go up together." I didn't insist that he go up first, but nodded and said to him, "Okay, you wait for me here."
I don't know why he was waiting for me there to go up together. I guess he was afraid that I would change my mind and didn't want to offend those senior high school students, so he didn't want to let the fat guy move into my dormitory. But what he didn't know was that my thoughts at that time were exactly the opposite of his.
I walked back to my dormitory, opened the door with my key, and began to search through the drawers and cabinets in the house. I was not looking for anything else, but the fruit knife that my mother prepared for me to peel apples.
When I was walking downstairs, I was thinking about bringing a knife with me, just like Xie Wendong in the movie How the Bad Guys Were Trained. However, I didn't really want to stab them with the knife. I just wanted to scare them, just like they did to us.
I searched for a while in the room, because I usually never peel apples when eating them. I just thought it was too troublesome and just finished them in a few bites. Just when I found the fruit knife with a storage compartment by the balcony window and was about to put it on my back, I saw Cheng Yifei standing at the door of the dormitory looking at me. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were on the knife in my hand. I saw him standing there without saying a word, and continued with the previous action to lift up the clothes behind me, put the knife on it, then put down the clothes behind me and said to him, I'm ready, let's go.
As I said that, I walked towards the door. He didn't say anything, but stood aside waiting for me to lock the door. After I locked the dormitory door, we went upstairs together. However, no one mentioned the knife that I had just put on my waist. I think he could guess why I wanted to bring a knife, and he didn't look like he was against me bringing a knife. I guess he would feel more confident when he saw me holding a knife, because we both saw how powerful those two high school boys were yesterday.
If the two of us go head-on with them, even with the fat guy, the three of us won't be able to stand a chance, and we will definitely be the ones who suffer, so this time I brought a knife with me to make us feel more confident. Although Cheng Yifei next to me didn't know that I brought the knife, I actually wanted to scare him more. Of course, I also thought that Cheng Yifei might be thinking in his heart that I was like an idiot for going up with a knife, and if I really get into trouble later, Lin Yi will be his for sure, and I will never have a chance to snatch Lin Yi from him again. Of course, this is my own petty idea.
Welcome to our June Chinese Novel Network. Search "June Chinese Novel Network" on any search engine to quickly enter this site, which provides free reading of fine novels and download services in txt format! They all went upstairs in silence. When they got upstairs, Cheng Yifei pointed to a dormitory with an open door on the other side of the corridor and said, "That room." I nodded and followed him, but I felt a little unhappy. I thought, damn, I came to help the fat guy just like him, but why does he know which dormitory the fat guy lives in now, but I don't know? Could it be that he had a good chat with the fat guy last night, and the fat guy told him, but didn't tell me
I felt a little unhappy because I really didn't want to be outdone by him, especially at this time. I didn't know why I just wanted to prove that I was better than him. Maybe I did all this because of Lin Yi, because I wanted to prove to her that if she chose to be with him in the end, she would have chosen someone worse than me. When we got to the door of the house, Cheng Yifei, who was walking in front of me, said to the inside of the house, "Bi Guangyuan, we're here."
I couldn't help but frowning when I heard that, because I didn't expect that he even knew the fat guy's name. It seemed that their relationship was better than I thought, no, far more familiar than the fat guy and I. When the fat guy heard someone calling him at the door, he immediately turned around and came out to greet us. Then, when he saw that it was us, he immediately smiled and kept expressing his gratitude to us, of course mainly to me, because after all, the dormitory he was going to move to was mine, but I didn't feel the satisfaction of being appreciated at all.
Because I always feel that he is so polite to me because he is not familiar with me, but he and Cheng Yifei seem to be good friends for many years. I believe that they have known each other for no longer than the Fatty and I have known each other. So I am jealous and hate Cheng Yifei's ability to make others treat him as a close friend, because I immediately thought that it is precisely because of this characteristic of his that Lin Yi and he have become such good friends. Am I really not as good as him
I nodded to Bi Guangyuan and went into the house with Cheng Yifei with a gloomy face to help him pack his things. In fact, he didn't have much stuff, so we packed up quickly. The three of us were ready to go downstairs, but at this time, the fat Bi Guangyuan seemed to have thought of something very important, and he quickly climbed to the bare ** with only the bed board and no bedding left.
I was standing below looking at him impatiently, while Cheng Yifei, who was standing next to me and also carrying something, didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, as if it didn't matter how long the fat man took. I stood on tiptoe to take a look up and found that the fat man was peeling off a poster of Che Guevara that he had pasted on the wall. I didn't expect that his idol would be him, but seeing his action of being afraid of tearing it really made me upset, so I couldn't help but urge him from below, "Old Bi, can you do something?"
I didn't expect that what I said would make him laugh. He immediately turned around and said that what I said was interesting. It was the first time someone called him Lao Bi, and I said that it didn't matter. Others even called me Shan Pao. So you decide, brother.
**'s Lao Bi agreed, turned around and continued to carefully peel off the poster on the wall like a young girl embroidering. I felt helpless seeing this from below, so I simply sat down on the chair below. I couldn't help thinking that originally this matter was going quite smoothly, and I didn't run into those senior high school boys, but at this rate, it would be delayed until they come back sooner or later. However, I saw that Cheng Yifei next to me didn't look anxious at all, so I didn't say anything, because I didn't want to appear to be more scared than him.
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