Chapter 35 The Xiong Jing Fights

Zhu Yanshi was drunk.

He was obviously happy today and showed off a box of beer.

He had an amazing alcohol tolerance, and only after drinking a few did he lean against Yuan Qing in a daze, grinning foolishly.

Closing her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, absorbing the light from above her head and casting a bright light on her body.

Song Zhiyu took off his coat because of the heat, and sat on a small red bench under the shade of a tree, wearing a white T-shirt underneath, without a single speck of oil stain on it.

He had just condescended to drink a small bottle of beer, and the color on his lips was soaked by the wine, stained with a layer of bright color.

A breeze blew by, dispelling the heat around and brushing against people's skin with coolness.

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol that caused the brain to slow down for a moment.

Song Zhiyu stared at Zhu Yan quietly, watching the young man raise his face, feeling the light above his head, and seeing a drunken blush on his fair face.

A certain idea that was once firm in my heart began to crack on this cool night, and then spread out like a spider web.

The broken glass covering the surface of ideas may shatter into pieces with just a slight push.

Time passed by minute by minute, the night above became darker and darker, and the aroma of charcoal in the air became stronger and stronger.

The noisy voices around me filled my ears.

Yuan Qing straightened up the confused boy and was about to turn around and carry him on his back when a hand reached out from the side.

The man's arms were strong and powerful, with blue veins running down the back of his hands. He stretched out from the side and grasped Zhu Yanshi's arm.

"I'll carry him, you just take the coat."

Song Zhiyu's expression was calm. He didn't even look at Yuan Qing's face. His eyes were fixed on the young man with his head lowered.

The air suddenly became tense.

Song Zhiyu's arm was pushed away, and Yuan Qing bent down and carried the boy on his shoulders.

He took a few steady steps forward before coldly saying three words.

"No need."

Song Zhiyu, who was left there, narrowed his eyes slightly, was distracted for a moment, picked up the coat that Zhu Yanshi had placed on the chair, turned around and followed him.

Only at this moment did I realize Yuan Qing's emotions.

The peace between the two of them was instantly shattered at this moment, and the tense atmosphere caused the two of them to walk back to school in silence.

The shadow stretches the person's figure very long.

Zhu Yanshi was drunk and was not an honest man. Song Zhiyu had realized this before, so he kept a close eye on the boy's every move the whole time.

Seeing him raise his hand in a trance, his fingertips seemed to spark as they passed over Yuan Qing's Adam's apple.

Then he pinched the other person's cheek.

When the soft lips were about to touch Yuan Qing's earlobe, they were blocked by a big hand.

The kiss landed on the man's palm, which smelled slightly of tobacco.

Yuan Qing tilted her head and looked at the man who had unnecessarily stretched out his hand to separate her and Zhu Yanshi.

Squint.

The orange light illuminated half of his gentle smile, while the other half fell on the smiling profile in the dark, revealing a chill.

"I can just take him back to the dormitory. Mr. Song, please go back."

"I'll take you back to the dormitory."

Song Zhiyu's voice was also cold.

"Ashi is my childhood friend. Mr. Song doesn't need to be on guard against me. After all, based on our level of familiarity, he should be on guard against you."

The smile on Yuan Qing's face completely disappeared, and his black and white eyes, filled with endless coldness, pierced Song Zhiyu.

The air was tense, and the further they went, the more obvious the confrontation became.

No one was willing to take a step back, and their eyes were filled with dissatisfaction with each other.

The former object of admiration has become his enemy.

The person lying on his back and sleeping was unaware of what was happening...

"I don't need that much time."

Song Zhiyu raised one eyebrow and was too lazy to pretend to be attentive. His facial expression was relaxed, showing a coldness that kept strangers away.

They looked at each other calmly, and after exchanging words for several rounds, they started to engage in eye contact again.

Yuan Qing slowly withdrew his gaze. He didn't say anything, but just walked towards the school gate with his back to the person.

The wind brought the sound of rustling leaves in the distance.

The three people were moving forward in an extremely strange posture, one person carrying another on his back, with their bodies overlapping, but a big hand was between their heads.

The big hand came from the tall man next to him, who was about 1.8 meters tall. The man had no expression on his face, one coat was casually draped over his shoulders, and the other coat was neatly draped over his arm.

The two sober men had stinky faces, and there was a faint sense of death that was out of sight and out of mind.

Song Zhiyu couldn't stand Zhu Yanshi's lack of sense of boundaries and her intimate contact with other men.

He had just done the same thing to me before. How could he have the nerve to use the same trick in front of me?

Even if he is not sober, he is not worthy of forgiveness!!

unless……

After sending the person to the downstairs of the dormitory, Yuan Qing handed him over to the fat man who had been waiting downstairs.

The young man was helped away, and Yuan Qing slowly turned around and stood on the steps, his body exposed to the light, but his entire face hidden in the darkness.

I can't see the expression on his face clearly.

The man put his hands in his trouser pockets and suddenly let out a chuckle.

"Song Zhiyu..."

Yuan Qing took a step down the stairs, and the tail end of his voice dropped, like a low sigh.

Song Zhiyu didn't hide his gaze at all and bumped into him directly, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

Just when he was about to speak.

The handsome man who came over, like an immortal, suddenly made a quick move.

With great speed and strength in his hands, he almost caught Song Zhiyu off guard and slammed him hard into the hard wall next to him.

The man put his arm on Song Zhiyu's neck without any hesitation.

Narrowed his eyes and sneered.

"You're really annoying."

Yuan Qing's eyes flashed with a cold and terrifying light like that of a wild beast.

Song Zhiyu's back hit the wall heavily, and the man's arm around his neck was not as thin and slender as he looked.

Instead, it is strong and powerful.

The light from overhead fell on a large, bright area of ​​ground in front. As it was almost evening, there were no students going out in the corridor.

The two of them were wrapped in darkness again, and the strong atmosphere was only noticeable to each other.

A hint of surprise flashed across Song Zhiyu's eyes, and then it was replaced by indifference.

He did not feel nervous or threatened. Instead, his shoulders slowly relaxed, he leaned against the wall, and raised the corners of his eyes.

"I can't tell."

"Do you like Zhu Yanshi?"

Yuan Qing's gaze slid directly down the man's cheek to his Adam's apple. The sound coming from there was really annoying.

He wondered, if he pulled out the dagger hidden in his pocket and slid it towards that place, would the other party still say something nasty?

Only by keeping your mouth shut forever can you live a good life.

"I'll only say this once."

"Stay away from Zhu Yanshi."

"I won't."

Song Zhiyu still had a playful smile on his face.

Leaning against the wall, he still looks as elegant as a nobleman.

The smile on the young man's face only lasted for a short while before the man who was suppressing him didn't give him any face and punched him in the abdomen.

The force did not subside, and with his stomach cramping, the man's usually calm expression turned pale for a moment.

"He will only feel disgusted by someone as fickle as you."

"You disliked me so much before, and now you want to go back to me?"

Yuan Qing released the arm that was pressing down on the man, took a step back, and leaned against the railing at the side of the corridor.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at the bent-over man as if he were a clown.

"Song Zhiyu, the way you always think you're the center of the world is really... disgusting."

He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped off the unnecessary dirt on his hands, and threw the handkerchief on the ground without any hesitation.

It happened to fall in front of Song Zhiyu's limited edition sneakers.

A series of actions, collisions stuck in the quiet gap, and confrontation again.

Song Zhiyu raised his eyelids and looked down at the man opposite him with an angelic face.

sneer.

He raised his hand without hesitation and punched Yuan Qing on the shoulder with astonishing speed.

He placed his other hand on the neck of the person in front of him and pressed him against the armrest in the same manner as the other person had just done to him.

"I've shown mercy by not hitting you in the face with this punch."

The war was about to break out, and the two men started fighting in the corridor.

Simply because they both discovered a common point in each other that they could not share.

After fighting for a long time, no one gained any benefit and everyone was injured. The fight was interrupted by several students who appeared at the entrance of the corridor.

Those people were also perceptive and clearly saw the messy battle scene. One of them knew Yuan Qing, so he hooked his arm around his shoulder and led him upstairs.

"God of Learning... I just happened to need to ask you some knowledge points recently..."

The war was forced to end. Song Zhiyu leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and glanced coldly at the students passing by.

A wisp of smoke came out from his lips. He slowly finished the cigarette, squatted on the ground and was in a daze for a while, and laughed to himself.

After spitting out the blood in his mouth, he felt that his brain was damaged by that bottle of beer.

He actually had a fight with Yuan Qing.

Or was it because of that heartless Zhu Yanshi...

On the way out of school, the wind blew into my head, bringing a moment of clarity.

Song Zhiyu carefully reviewed the stupid things he had done during this period.

Although he is decisive and efficient in the business world and makes decisions ruthlessly and accurately, he suffers repeated setbacks at the hands of Zhu Yanshi.

After being cheated out of money, instead of being angry, he felt that the other person was cute and pitiful.

Could it be that they had been involved too much during this period, even affecting his own judgment?

In order to strengthen his inner view, Song Zhiyu drove his sports car towards the Song family villa as soon as he came out of school.

Driving to the door of the villa, he smoked a few more cigarettes in the car, as if he had made up his mind mentally, opened the door and got out.

The white T-shirt he was wearing was stained with dirt from the fight, which was completely different from his usual clean and noble image as a man.

Song Zhiyu unlocked the door of the villa with his fingerprint and walked in with an almost indifferent expression.

As expected.

The light that filled the living room illuminated the ugliness inside.

Everyone had a genuine smile on their face, but the scene was extremely terrifying and weird.

A middle-aged man sat on the sofa, surrounded by his lovers.

Each of them is outstanding in appearance.

The voice engraved deep in memory echoed in my mind like an ancient memory that had been awakened.

"Only those who are beautiful and outstanding enough are worthy of being your plaything."