On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

When ordinary people see these gangsters in Chongming, it’s good not to hide. Where can they get up by themselves? They blatantly looked at Jin Heng, took a few steps forward and surrounded him, looking oppressive and joking. Very strong "Wen Yan? Why are you looking for him?"

It's time to change to a little girl, they specified that hecking and teasing must make people cry, but it's a pity, it's a thin boy.

Jin Heng lowered his head, although his voice was very small, it sounded calm, "I just want to thank him..."

Those boys said, "Thank you? Thank him for what?"

"Brother Yan will still be thanked by others one day? Hahahaha, I laughed so hard!"

"He's not in now."

Xu Meng was the last to speak out, and I don't know what Wen Yan told him. Anyway, he didn't bother Jin Heng much. He leaned on one of the motorcycles, probably thinking that Jin Heng was bullied and wanted to seek asylum. , frowning tightly, "Wen Yan doesn't care about business."

After finishing speaking, he waved to Yan Na, then straddled the motorcycle, and the latter sat directly behind him. Seeing this, the unscrupulous teenagers surrounding Jin Heng also dispersed, and rode away on the motorcycle like wind There was only a burst of exhaust gas left, and the roar resounded through the treetops, overshadowing the cicadas in an instant.

Jin Heng stood in the same place, not knowing what he was thinking, his figure fell into the shade of the whirling trees, dividing his whole body into shadow blocks of different sizes, the noisy stalls around him had nothing to do with him, and the lifelessness isolated those Human fireworks.

The system flies beside him, why do you have to find Wen Yan?

Why do you have to find Wen Yan...

Jin Heng glanced at it, slowly stroked the knife in his sleeve, and smiled a little strangely, "Why don't you take a guess?"

Jin Heng is used to being the pusher behind the scenes. He wants to do some things, but he doesn't want to do it himself. Just like in his previous life, he stood by and drove Wen Yan to do those dirty things, which saves worry and trouble.

None of them are clean, but Jin Heng just wants to be the one who is not single.

Pang Yifan couldn't deal with it today. He had a few accomplices around him, so it was not easy to start. Carrying his schoolbag, Jin Heng walked home step by step, away from the most noisy and crowded streets in front of the school, and the surroundings became more and more remote and deserted.

If Wen Yan didn't come, it could only be a fight.

When Jin Heng walked to the crossroads, he was supposed to turn left, but for some reason, he deviated and walked to the right. He was just trying his luck, but he didn't expect to meet Wen Yan.

An unfinished building that has been demolished but no one cares about it is the best place for unscrupulous teenagers to gather. The winding and criss-crossing roads are also the most suitable for riding motorcycles for racing. Sometimes it is lively and sometimes it is deserted. Looking at it through the dim street lights, There were four or five people fighting in groups.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a group fight, because one of the parties is alone, which seems to be quite weak.

Wen Yan fights fiercely and fiercely, never leaving any room for a fight, so that he doesn't lose half of his momentum in a pair of four, but overall, he is obviously at a disadvantage. After taking several punches from the opponent, he was finally forced to the ground and became a It's the complete opposite of Zhang Yang's appearance in the daytime.

Not unusual.

This is how it is in the chaotic society, if you hit me today, I will hit you tomorrow, if you want to not get hurt, unless you don't let anyone catch you for the rest of your life, it is obvious that Wen Yan is on the list.

A tall boy headed by kicked him bitterly, and then cursed bitterly while covering his stomach, which was injured internally by Wen Yan, "Fuck you, drive me crazy again, aren't you crazy? Huh?! "

He grabbed Wen Yan's hair, fisted and kicked, obviously he had been suppressed by the opponent before that.

Standing in the dark, Jin Heng counted their people, there were four of them in total, and all of them were wounded. He rolled up his sleeves a little, revealing the knife hidden inside, and pushed the cold blade out a few inches expressionlessly, as if Want to try sharp.

The system stammered goodbye... don't use a knife...

Jin Heng looked at it slowly, with deep eyes.

The system made a suggestion to use bricks?

The tall boy obviously didn't intend to let Wen Yan go so easily, and took out a heavy knuckle from his pocket, with sharp edges and corners, which could make people vomit blood with a punch.

Wen Yan didn't struggle, his broken hair blocked his eyes, his gaze was cold and dangerous.

The tall boy tried his strength. He has a large tattoo on his right arm and his muscles are well defined. He looked down at Wen Yan condescendingly, "If you crawl under my crotch today and beg for mercy, I might—"

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish speaking, the tall boy was stunned for a moment, then his footsteps swayed, and he fell to the ground with a thud, revealing Jin Henglai standing behind him, holding half a brick in his hand, and another Half of it shattered and fell to the ground.

The other three accomplices were dumbfounded when they saw this, and before they could react, they suffered heavy blows in the abdomen, and were kicked in the stomach by Jin Heng, took a few steps back, and subconsciously let go of Wen Yan.

"Walk!"

Jin Heng's voice was low and calm, he grabbed Wen Yan's wrist, and before the group of people could react, he dragged him forward, the scenery on both sides changed rapidly and retreated, and the wind blew past his ears. Blowing up the corner of the clothes, there was a tearing pain in the chest and lungs.

Noisy and angry curses came from behind, "Fuck! They ran away!"

"Hurry up!"

Jin Heng sprinted in the dark night, with the corners of his clothes turned backwards, tightly pulled into a straight line by the wind, because the speed was so fast that he didn't even bother to pick up his schoolbag when it fell from his shoulders, and the only one holding on tightly was Wen Yan. With a clear goal, he dragged the other party across the road, passed a few more streets, and finally stopped in front of a nearby police station.

As if he had exhausted his strength, his legs softened and he fell to the ground.

Jin Heng expended too much physical strength. He supported his figure with his hands, his chest heaved and fluctuated, and every breath was accompanied by throbbing pain in the trachea. The traces are fully exposed without the cover of the schoolbag.

Under the illumination of the street lamp in front of the police station, the bruise on Wen Yan's face was particularly obvious, he was breathing heavily, and his white T-shirt was covered with dusty dirty marks and bloodstains, not to mention the bruises and bruises on his arms.

Wen Yan obviously didn't expect Jin Heng to appear here, because he was really out of reach, he took a breath, got up from the ground, even though he was in a mess, he still liked to look down on people.

Wen Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, licked the broken wound with the tip of his tongue, and squinted at Jin Heng, "It's you."

Sitting on the ground, Jin Heng looked quite obedient. Slapping people with bricks had nothing to do with him. He didn't speak, but pursed his lips and lowered his head habitually. His sweaty hair blocked the expression in his eyes. "..."

Oh shit.

Wen Yan scolded a dirty word in his heart, and looked a little irritable. He was most annoyed by this stuffy quail. mine?"

If you ask this question, help him or help him if he makes a mistake.

Jin Heng finally reacted, but he got up from the ground, patted the ashes on his body, felt that his shoulders were too light and fluffy, and touched them habitually, only to realize that they fell off when he was running just now.

If you lose it, you lose it.

Jin Heng paused imperceptibly, and didn't care too much. He looked at Wen Yan, and after a while, he said seriously, "I want to follow you."

He also said this sentence this morning, but Wen Yan ignored it, and now he said it again, which seemed a little more believable than in the morning.

Wen Yan sneered, thinking it was for this reason, and felt uncomfortable.

I can understand, stepping on a bench by the side of the road, with no sense of public morality, "follow me? What are you doing with me?"

Jin Heng, a student of a key high school, why should he mix with garbage from vocational high schools like them?

Jin Heng didn't say the reason, "There is no reason."

Wen Yan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one, put it in his mouth, and lit it with fire. His pupils were pitch-black, appearing somewhat obscure in the smoke. He threw the remaining cigarettes and lighter to Jin Heng, "Smoking" .”

Jin Heng raised his hand to catch it, "I don't smoke."

Wen Yan hissed, thinking which elementary school student from kindergarten can't even smoke, he exhaled a puff of smoke, raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to follow me if you don't smoke?"

Jin Heng glanced at the cigarette in his hand, because it had been in his pocket for too long, and his body temperature was still there, he asked back with no emotion, "Can I be with you if I smoke it?"

Wen Yan: "I never said that."

He thinks that Jin Heng is brave, he is really brave, but according to Yan Na, Jin Heng is one of the students who are bullied the most in the class. Pulled from the pile.

Wen Yan stood by the side of the road and finished smoking a cigarette. He didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that those people didn't catch up, he kicked away the gravel at his feet with a whoosh, and rolled right in front of Jin Heng.

Jin Heng looked up at him.

Wen Yan stood by the side of the road and didn't look at him, "I don't even know how to fight, so go home and find your mother as soon as possible."

Tiandi testifies that this is the most elegant sentence in Wen Yan's cursing lexicon. After he finished speaking, he touched the bruise at the corner of his mouth, and the look in his eyes was a little scary for a moment. He looked at the traffic on the left and right, and then walked straight across the road and left The figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Sure enough, he was a gangster, and he didn't even say thank you.

Jin Heng knew that Wen Yan was not that easy to get close to, so he looked away slowly, and then walked home step by step, knocking on the corner of the cigarette case with his slender fingertips, took out a cigarette, and then skillfully lit it with a lighter, Slowly spit out a mouthful of smoke, sparks flickering.

Not smoking doesn't mean you won't smoke.

Maybe Jin Heng is no longer a good student. From a very early age, his evil thoughts gradually piled up higher than a mountain.

The next day was the monthly exam, and Jin Heng's schoolbag was missing. Fortunately, there were no important materials. He put a pencil and a water-based pen in his pocket, and went to school empty-handed.

There are many early morning stalls in front of the school, and Jin Heng usually skips breakfast, but yesterday he was too physically exhausted, and today he had a whole day of exams, so he bought a cup of the cheapest soy milk.

The boss quickly filled a cup of soy milk and gave him "two yuan."

Jin Heng touched his pocket, and was about to take out money, when a basketball suddenly hit his feet, and then bounced away because of the rebound force. Looking along, he saw a group of unscrupulous teenagers standing under the shade of a tree not far away , the blue and white school uniform was either tied around the waist or hung on the shoulders, in short, none of them wore it well, and they were students of Chongming.

The person who threw the ball just now was Wen Yan. He seemed to be staying here specially to wait. He said something to the people beside him, and then walked towards Jin Heng, holding a black schoolbag in his hand, and threw it directly to Jin Heng. gave him "your bag." , please keep in mind:,