When Wan Fei heard the name, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly turned to look at Bian Nan.
"En." Bian Nan replied, without further questioning, put his hands in his pockets and walked along the road.
"Fuck, I want to mess with Qiu Yi," Wan Fei whispered after following along for a while, with excitement in his voice, "Is it just what you want?"
"I want to eat right now." Bian Nan fumbled in his pocket for a long time looking for a piece of candy to eat, but he found only a supermarket receipt. He turned his head and looked around, "Where should I eat?"
"Old man, I want to eat his spring pancakes," Wan Fei said, and then added after a pause, "I knew that Pan Yifeng would be the first to trouble Qiu Yi, so I didn't expect him to last until this semester. "
"There's a fart of spring pancakes at this point..." Bian Nan pointed to a row of restaurants in front of him, "You can have fried noodles or something."
"Whatever, your eldest and young master don't mind, and I don't mind." Wan Fei waved his hand, but he didn't care about making fried noodles directly from spring pancakes, "I'll treat you to fried noodles."
Bian Nan and Wan Fei sat at a small table for two by the window in the small restaurant and waited for fried noodles.
After nine o'clock in the evening in this crappy place, the only lights on are Internet cafes, knockoff KTVs and supper restaurants.
Bian Nan kept looking out of the window with his head tilted, but he couldn't see anything. There was only one street lamp far away, and many of them were broken and never repaired. It was pitch black outside, and only the scene of the restaurant was reflected on the glass. .
Including him and Wan Fei, there were only four people in the restaurant, and the other table was probably a student of shipping, who lowered their heads and buried themselves in eating noodles without even saying a word.
"Aren't you going home this week?" Wan Fei asked.
"En." Bian Nan nodded, took out his phone and stared at it for a while, then sent a message to Zhang Xiaorong.
Do you have time to go out for dinner on Saturday
Normally, he would not use such questions when asking out girls, and just say that he can treat you to dinner on Saturday, but Zhang Xiaorong can't.
"Aren't you coming back? You didn't come back last week, right?" Wan Fei made a pose, raising his hands in a gesture of two.
"It's no fun to go back," Bian Nan took a picture of Wan Fei with his mobile phone, "Bian Xinyu's birthday is the day after tomorrow, why should I go back?"
Bian Xinyu is Bian Nan's half-sister, who is only half a year younger than him. Bian Nan has had nothing to do with her since she was a child, and now it's been ten years since Bian Nan said that together, she probably wouldn't be able to compose a song of Lihuati.
There are probably more indirect conversations than direct conversations.
Usually, Bian Xin said, Dad, Bian Nan hit me. Bian Nan said I did not. Bian Xin said, Mom, Bian Nan robbed my doll. Bian Nan said I did not.
"The main reason is to avoid Bian Hao?" Wan Fei poured him a cup of tea. Wan Fei had known him since entering junior high school sports school.
"Well," Bian Nan took a sip of tea, "He must go home for his sister's birthday."
Bian Hao is Bian Xinyu's own brother, Bian Nan and him don't even have pear figure, and they can fight if they don't match each other.
"Go to my house," Wan Fei said, "My mother said she made dumplings this week. Don't you like the cakes she bakes? Let her make them for you."
"Let's talk," Bian Nan shook his phone, "If Zhang Xiaorong doesn't want to have dinner with me, I'll go to your house to eat cakes."
"Can you two still eat for two days?" Wan Fei clicked his tongue.
Bian Nan smiled and said nothing.
After eating the fried noodles, Zhang Xiaorong's message came back.
I'm in a bad mood these days.
"It's really hard to wait, wait for a long time to answer nonsense," Bian Nan looked at the phone and frowned, "Is it because I'm in a bad mood and I don't want to eat, or I'm in a bad mood and I need to eat? It's so exhausting to say whether to eat or not."
"Aren't all women so virtuous?" Wan Fei leaned over to take a look, amused for a long time.
"Fart, have you ever had such a hard time talking to those girls like Li Dan?" Bian Nan stood up and put on his coat.
"It's easy to talk to Li Dan, you chase after Li Dan." Wan Fei clicked his tongue twice.
"Too fierce." Bian Nan gritted his teeth and clicked his tongue, bowed his head and replied a message to Zhang Xiaorong.
Come out, I'll accompany you until you feel better.
Coming out of the noodle shop, there was still a while before ten thirty, Bian Nan and Wan Fei walked slowly towards Dongqing Internet Cafe.
Because there are three schools in this area, apart from restaurants, there are the most Internet cafes, with more than a dozen large and small.
However, Internet cafes also have their own territory. People from Dongqing's Internet cafes and sports schools generally don't go there, and shipping students don't come to the Internet cafes on the sports school side.
If someone appeared on the opponent's territory at this point, it basically meant that they were here to ask for trouble.
People like Bian Nan and Wan Fei are dressed in sportswear and even down jackets with white stripes. It looks like they are from a sports school, and they are particularly eye-catching when they walk near the shipping company.
Passing by two new buildings that hadn't been built yet, Bian Nan went in and turned around, and found two hollow iron pipes. He weighed them in his hands, and handed one to Wan Fei: "Be smart later. Let the nails hook the trousers again."
"Fuck." Wan Fei took the iron pipe.
Bian Nan didn't know how many people Pan Yifeng called, but judging from the few who got off the wall just now, they were already considered experts in high school fighting. Wan Fei.
Although Wan Fei could still be hung on the wall by nails, he was very dedicated and professional when fighting, and his energy definitely surpassed the average high school level, and he had to run to street hooligans if he couldn't hold it back.
Bian Nan didn't count himself on this, he also fights, he hasn't stopped since kindergarten, his father spent money to send him to the sports school because of the old fights, saying it was a waste of energy, but he usually doesn't take the initiative to challenge him. It's just that he has a bad temper, and he is easy to pick on someone who is looking for trouble.
After walking for a while, I saw the four characters Holly Internet Cafe shining under the spotlights.
Bian Nan's hand holding the iron pipe tightened. He didn't see anyone from Pan Yifeng. Pan Yifeng didn't run away. The only possibility was that they had already entered the Internet cafe.
"In the past." Wan Fei quickened his pace and walked in front of him.
When they were only 50 meters away from the Internet cafe, they heard the noise coming from the Internet cafe, and then saw someone running out of the gate.
"Block the door." Bian Nan said, and the two ran towards the door.
The few people who ran out were panicked, and the expressions on their faces could be seen clearly under the light. These people were not their targets, but escaped after being frightened by the fight.
Then came out two more with bloody streaks on their faces, and holding something in their hands, which had a metallic reflection. Wan Fei rushed up and raised the iron pipe at the arm of the one in front of him, and swung it over.
Bian Nan's iron pipe hit the other's hand, and the thing in that man's hand fell to the ground with a clang. He glanced at it and saw that it was the stainless steel armrest that had been removed from the chair in the Internet cafe.
Bian Nan swung his shoulder again, the man let out a scream and shook his shoulder, then quickly stretched out his hand to pick up the handrail on the ground, Bian Nan kicked the handrail away, facing the rib Kicked up.
He didn't use too much force with this kick, but the man was still kicked down by him.
Bian Nan and Wan Fei were about to rush into the Internet cafe after laying down two of them, but suddenly four or five people from Shipping rushed out from inside, all holding dicks in their hands, and when they came out, they waved them around fiercely.
Bian Nan didn't stop, he didn't know who was throwing something in his face, he raised his hand to block it, and the back of his hand felt a burning pain.
"I'll fuck you, uncle." Bian Nan cursed, and didn't care about anything else, he swung the iron pipe and threw it at the person in front of him.
The iron pipe in his hand hit the person on the body, which made his hands numb. In the chaos, Bian Nan himself was hit several times. He wore little clothes, only a T-shirt and a thin down jacket. It made him a little angry.
There were quite a few people running out of the Internet cafe, Bian Nan and Wan Fei were the only ones at the door, they rushed out without blocking them.
Pan Yifeng led his men to chase after him, and he probably had the upper hand from his posture, when he came out, he saw Bian Nan and asked, "Are you all right?"
"It's okay." Bian Nan replied.
"Chasing!" Pan Yifeng yelled, "No one can fucking run away!"
A group of people from Shipping had already run to the road, and Bian Nan chased after him and jumped out of the sidewalk sidewalk with his hands. He swung a pipe behind a man's knee, and the man rolled on his knees. Flying up and facing his back, he kicked down.
The process of group fights is often very short, from the beginning of Bian Nan and Wan Fei's participation in the battle to the formation of a group of people running on the road and a group of people chasing after it took only five or six minutes.
This time, Pan Yifeng's target was Qiu Yi, but Bian Nan still didn't know who was Qiu Yi in this messy group of people, but he just felt that a dignified new boss of the shipping company couldn't handle it like this.
After chasing and running, stopping and swiping a few times, then chasing and running, stopping and swiping... After repeating this process two or three times, Bian Nan heard a girl's voice behind him screaming sharply and briefly.
Bian Nan felt that the voice was a little familiar, and then a deep male voice sounded behind him: "Hey."
hey sir. Bian Nan turned his head.
A fluorescent green bicycle rushed over from behind, and rushed in front of him in an instant. Bian Nan only had time to see clearly that the person on the vehicle was wearing a mask. The deep eyes exposed on the mask were very eye-catching. Before he could react, the right shoulder I got hit hard.
The great pain caused by this blow made Bian Nan almost cry out, and the iron pipe in his hand almost slipped off.
The man was riding a bicycle past him like a gust of wind, and the rubber baton in his left hand was lifted up, and with the forward inertia of the bicycle, it hit Wan Fei's right rib in front of him.
Unprepared, Wan Fei staggered and knelt on the ground.
"Behind!" Bian Nan roared, reminding Pan Yifeng and the others.
But just a few seconds before the person in front turned his head, the bicycle had already rushed straight behind Pan Yifeng. When Pan Yifeng turned his head, the people on the car raised their hands upwards, and the rubber batons hit the ground from bottom to top. On his chin, Pan Yifeng was thrown back violently and fell to the ground.
At this moment, the shipping people stopped and ran for their lives, and turned their heads.
Hold!
Bian Nan switched the iron pipe to his left hand and rushed over.
Regardless of the previous results, Pan Yifeng is the one to take the lead this time, and his being knocked down means that the sports school is ashamed.
And his intuition told him that this person was Qiu Yi.
After Pan Yifeng was knocked down, the people on the bicycle paused briefly, and Bian Nan rushed to his side in this gap.
The iron pipe in his hand was thrown at the man's face.
The man reacted very quickly, and raised his hand to block Bian Nan before it hit him in the face.
However, Bian Nan used a lot of force this time, the iron pipe hit his left hand first, and then the top of the iron pipe hit the corner of his eye hard following the inertia.
When Bian Nan was about to hit it a second time, the man gave a kick, and the bicycle rushed forward.
The man was riding on the bike and looked back at him, Bian Nan saw the blood gushing from the wound under the corner of his eye.
When Pan Yifeng was pulled up from the ground, his deformed jaw and distorted expression looked a bit miserable.
"Fuck..." Pan Yifeng cursed half a sentence in pain, his words were a little unclear, and he probably bit his tongue.
"Let's dodge first." Bian Nan said, Pan Yifeng was injured too badly. As the leader of this incident, his jaw was crooked and directly affected the command.
The shipping person had already been beaten and disabled, but as soon as this person who appeared suddenly appeared, he immediately regained his momentum, and several wanted to rush over, but the person stopped him and said in a muffled voice: "Let's go. "
After the people on both sides exchanged a few harsh words, the shipping people turned and left.
The shipping people were beaten badly. If the guy hadn't knocked Pan Yifeng down in the last round, they would have succeeded in provoking a quarrel today.
Except for Pan Yifeng, everyone else in the sports school has no serious problems. These people are all in good physical condition, so taking a few hits is nothing.
Wan Fei was whipped quite hard, and it doesn't seem to have much impact at the moment.
The two of them accompanied Pan Yifeng to the emergency department at the hospital three miles away. The others dispersed, some went to the internet cafe, Bian Nan and Wan Fei went back to school over the wall.
When climbing up the water pipe, Bian Nan realized that his shoulder was injured more seriously than he imagined, and it was very difficult to lift his right arm up, and he couldn't use any strength.
"Damn it!" Bian Nan turned into the bathroom and cursed against the wall, then fought back and pulled Wan Fei in who was hanging on the window sill because of his rib pain.
"Fuck," Wan Fei lifted up his clothes, and a large bruise was already visible under his right rib, "Fuck!"
Bian Nan pressed the bruise: "It's fine if the ribs are not broken."
"Don't press it," Wan Fei hurriedly dodged, "It hurts...it shouldn't stop."
"That person is Qiu Yi?" Bian Nan asked in a muffled voice.
"Well, you can tell just by looking at the car." Wan Fei blew on his ribs.
"It's so fucking coquettish!" Bian Nan filed his teeth.
Gritting his teeth in the bathroom, he washed his shoulders with cold water for about ten minutes before Bian Nan returned to the dormitory and took off his clothes. By the light outside the dormitory, he found that his shoulders were also completely blue. Not as swollen as before.
He gritted his teeth and moved his arms. There should be no problem with the bones, but even the slightest stretch in the muscles hurts him so much that he wants to kneel down, and even his shoulders and neck are numb with pain.
"Damn..." Zhu Bin leaned out from the upper bunk, "What's wrong with you?"
"Can you see it?" Bian Nan glanced at him, "Your eyes are pretty good."
"The big piece of nonsense is bright and eye-catching," Zhu Bin got out of bed, turned over a bottle of spray from the cabinet, sprayed it on Bian Nan's shoulder a few times, turned his head and saw the big strip on Wan Fei's body, Tsk out, "Why did you two go?"
"Field battle." Bian Nan said, threw off the quilt and fell on the bed. It was the first time he was beaten so unpreparedly after fighting for so long.
But it wasn't this thing that made him most depressed.
When walking back, he saw Zhang Xiaorong standing at the door of a milk tea shop on the side of the road.
He immediately realized that the somewhat familiar scream behind him belonged to Zhang Xiaorong, and the distance was quite close at that time, Bian Nan could guess that Zhang Xiaorong might have just jumped off Qiu Yi's car at that moment.
Hold!
Bian Nan didn't think too much about Zhang Xiaorong at first, but he thought Zhang Xiaorong was beautiful, and not tacky, but a kind of unique literary style.
Now when he thought of Qiu Yi, his heart felt blocked for a while, and the injury on his shoulder was as uncomfortable as a fire.
This piece of Xiaorong, he has to catch it!
Holding back his stomach full of anger, moreover the more he thought about it, the more fucking angry he became, Bian Nan unexpectedly fell asleep within a short while.
When he was woken up by the school's loudspeaker before dawn the next day, he still felt that he had slept soundly.
When he rolled over and got out of bed, the sudden pain in his shoulders reminded him of what happened last night, and he suddenly became angry again.
When Wan Fei got up, he stood up on his side, holding his ribs, and felt like an old lady with his back arched.
"Today's training is going to suffer." Wan Fei walked out of the dormitory with his back bent and his towel in hand.
The sports school students wearing sportswear and running laps along the sidewalk outside the school every morning have always been the beautiful scenery of the "second city center".
Aunts and uncles who get up early nearby often stop to watch.
Bian Nan ran in the middle of the team, his arms were swinging as if he was being punished, but he could bear it, and it was almost the same feeling when he injured his shoulder in training before.
After running for half a circle, Bian Nan felt a dazzling green in his peripheral vision.
He suddenly turned his head and looked over, stunned: "Fuck!"
A fluorescent green bicycle was parked across the street, and the person on it was on one leg, with hands in their pockets, looking this way.