Even after becoming a high-level person, the technical nerd clown rarely appears in crowded public places like restaurants—to be precise, he rarely appears in the eyes of everyone since there is a private bathroom in the prison cell.
Let alone a person like today.
The moment he pushed open the restaurant door, he seemed to feel all kinds of curious and unfriendly gazes from around him. The clown paused subconsciously when he pushed the door open, and cursed again in his heart that he didn't know where to go. Where is the pope, he pushed the glasses that had slipped down to the bridge of his nose—thick lenses of highly myopic glasses covered his nervousness, looked around cautiously for a while, and opened the restaurant door only a gap Under such circumstances, the young prisoner slipped into the restaurant like a loach without a sound—
It caused everyone to be speechless: it is broad daylight, who are you showing your hands on tiptoe
!
Instantly lost interest in this rat-like prisoner, most of the prisoners who didn't care much about the delicate situation in Building 3 returned their attention to the dinner plate in front of them—at the same time, they clearly felt that The eyes that glanced around him were reduced a lot, the clown breathed a sigh of relief silently, quickly rushed to the order window, and quickly ordered a simple breakfast with the uncle who ordered the food with the volume of an underground handover , finally received the breakfast unobtrusively, turned around and was about to leave with the plate, suddenly, the clown stopped and found that the way seemed to be blocked by some people.
Somewhat inexplicably raised his head, but saw at a glance that the people surrounding him at this moment were actually a group of prisoners from Building No. 2.
And it looks like the visitor is not good.
Under the thick glasses, the young prisoner's eyes flashed with surprise for a moment—according to the routine, no matter how chaotic the situation in the Absolute Wing Pavilion is, under normal circumstances, these barbarians who are good at fighting and only know how to fight have different Will harass the intuition of intelligent prisoners... So, it is the first time since entering the prison that the clown is so blatantly preparing to find trouble——
Well, if the pope deliberately ran to make trouble before, it was indeed the first time that he was right.
The leading prisoner, the clown, didn't know him. To be precise, he could describe them as unfamiliar—if he didn't see the dark blue uniforms on them, he wouldn't even be able to tell which building they were prisoners from.
At this moment, the prisoner in the lead was full of flesh and oily face, and when he laughed, his face was covered with "Hello, I'm overindulgent"—the ugly appearance and the image of the king of No. Take... That person probably won't allow such a person who destroys the image to enter the high-level team, right
The clown's hand holding the dinner plate was a little sore, and he silently changed the plate from his left hand to his right. He raised his head slightly, and calmly looked at the fat standing in front of him from behind his glasses: "What are you doing?"
"What do you say?"
The fatty standing in front of him asked back, then grabbed the plate from the clown's hand, and put it on the table next to him - because of too much force, the whole glass of milk was knocked over by the table, the transparent glass The rim of the cup was hung with milky white residue, which rolled on the table and then fell to the restaurant floor, shattering
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There was a sound of glass shattering, which was quite loud, but unfortunately, the restaurant has always been a very lively place in itself. So the small movement here was not enough to attract the attention of the entire restaurant, but at this moment, the clown knew that at least some prisoners had begun to notice this side—and most of them were prisoners in Building No. 3.
"Hey, I heard that you are the technician of the black-haired brat in Building No. 3, are we not mistaken?"
"Huh? Oh," the clown said numbly, "I don't belong to anyone, I just happen to be in the same cell."
His words unexpectedly drew ridicule from the group of people in front of him: "You'd better keep such words as liars! If you spend all day with them, who would believe that you are a fucking good citizen!"
Good people
The clown frowned calmly and looked around at the fat prisoners who were smiling very happily, and thought in his heart very puzzled - I am not called a good citizen, can people like you be called good citizens
So I suddenly had a new understanding of the word "good people".
"Little devil," a big hand full of a strange smell fell on his shoulder, "I heard that you and your brother have a somewhat different relationship, tsk tsk, is that so? Twins, true brothers! Your number three The people in the building really have fun—"
"..." The clown pushed the hand on his shoulder uncomfortably and silently, looking at the prisoner in front of him with an ambiguous smile on his face, he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't express this emotion too clearly in his body. On the face, the voice became a little cold and said, "This doesn't seem to have anything to do with you?"
He absent-mindedly answered the question of the prisoner in Building No. 2, and was quickly counting how many people in Building No. 3 would notice this side. At this moment, the fat man in front of him grabbed his wrist, and before the clown had time to react, Before anything happened, the whole person had already been dragged and dragged outside the restaurant—
The clown began to struggle slightly.
It's just that he, who has been with books for a long time, is simply a fighter among the weak in this respect. In the eyes of these prisoners in Building No. 2, this small struggle is simply a kitten scratching an itch. The clown's breathing became short of breath, and while he was being dragged out, he looked back blankly looking for something—
That look, probably silently begging for help
.
Some prisoners in Building No. 3 stood up with unsightly faces—but before they could make any movements, they were pushed back to their seats by their companions one after another. This strange behavior attracted these The dissatisfaction of the inmates who wanted to stand out, but before they quarreled with their companions in advance, they had already been signaled to look at the door—
Sure enough, the door of the restaurant was pushed open from the outside at this time.
With the cold wind blowing in from the corridor, an extremely beautiful pale face appeared from behind the restaurant door when it was pushed open.
"The king of Building No. 3."
"Lane is here."
"Oh, there is a good show to watch this time."
In the dining room of the Absolute Wing Pavilion, there was a lot of discussion for a while. Some prisoners in the other building obviously showed excited eyes to watch the show, and the prisoners in the third building who were struggling to save people before finally calmed down—
At least in their understanding, as a king, they would never watch the prisoners in their own building being bullied casually.
The atmosphere at the scene was a little heated for a while. However, these changes in air pressure did not seem to have any effect on the prisoners in Building No. 2. The smiles on their faces did not even change at all. Also become tighter! When Ryan stood at the door of the restaurant, lowering his head to pat off the snowflakes on his shoulders, one of the prisoners surrounded by the clown even reached out to take off his glasses—
"Oh, isn't the accident ugly after taking off the glasses! No wonder your brother is so eager to do it! It turns out that the fat and water don't flow to outsiders!" The prisoner who was pulling the clown took the lead in laughing.
"-Unfortunately, the Pope is not here, probably no one will save you this time!"
"It doesn't matter, just chat with brother, my buddies will not bully you!"
The unscrupulous and arrogant appearance of these No. 2 buildings made other people in the restaurant look at each other in dismay.
Most of the prisoners in Building No. 3, who saw this scene in their eyes, have already looked quite ugly so far—if their kingship hadn’t appeared here, and they had just been warned not to act rashly in front of Ryan in the morning, they wished they could do it right now. Rush up and tear the mouths of these idiots
!
For most of the prisoners, the smart prisoners in their own building were passive, no different from being slapped in the face on the spot.
At this moment, the clown, who was dragged into a mess and had his eyes robbed, narrowed his eyes slightly, because his eyes became blurred, and he started to walk and stagger without direction. However, he didn't seem to give up asking for help for a moment. The will, but the head moved slightly around in a daze—
At this time, even if he has no friendship with this dead nerd at ordinary times—even the prisoner who has a grudge against his brother, the Pope, can't bear to look at him. A nail, unusually tormenting...
In such a difficult situation, almost everyone, at the same time, set their sights on the new king of Building No. 3 who was standing at the door of the restaurant at this moment.
And at the same time, even the clown himself felt that standing not far from him, the young man who was standing by the restaurant door cast his calm eyes in his direction.
When Ryan cast his gaze over, the laughing voices of the prisoners around the clown seemed to have finally become a little less hesitant, and it was obvious that the force that had been heavily clasped on his wrist was also relaxed a little——
The line of sight became out of focus because of the loss of eyes, but after searching for a while, they reluctantly looked at the pair of beautiful green pupils of their new king.
In this moment of staring at each other, the whole restaurant seemed to be quiet.
The restless prisoners in Building No. 3 finally calmed down. They sat at the dining table, clutching the utensils in their hands nervously. They were waiting, waiting for their new king to give these bastards from Building No. 2 a little. nice-
However, when time seemed to have passed as long as a century.
The prisoners in Building No. 3 discovered that they had not received anything.
No beatings, no reprimands.
Nothing happens.
Ryan just paused, retracted his gaze, stretched out his hands to straighten his cloak, and then passed them intently.