The billiard hall is not big and it is a private area, so it is not very formal.

There are eight pool tables in the room. Under the white light, many people gather there. They are all gangsters, with tattoos on their arms and wearing jackets. They sit in various corners, some smoking, some playing cards, and some playing with their phones.

The only table actually playing ball was the one on the far right. There were quite a few people gathered around it, making a lot of noise along with the sounds of the ball being played. It was a mess.

As soon as Ma Xiaoding arrived at the door and saw the situation inside, he swallowed his harsh words and his intention to challenge the restaurant instantly weakened.

"Brother Yu..." Ma Xiaoding turned back miserably, his face wrinkled like a bitter gourd: "There are so many people here, why don't we wait until the next time we catch him alone."

Your door is open, how can you still leave?

Why don’t you see how many people are there when you go up to beat them up?

Song Yu's mouth twitched, and he kicked him on the butt from behind.

"You're still a junior high school bully?"

He was truly the lowest school bully he had ever seen.

Ma Xiaoding didn't even hold on to the door, he staggered forward and stood in front of everyone.

His sudden appearance naturally attracted a lot of people's attention.

The thugs were holding cigarettes in their hands, looking over with sullen brows, and their eyes were not very friendly.

Inside the billiard hall is a small bar where soft music is playing and cool colored lights shine on everyone's face.

Ma Xiaoding was about to cry. He was just a high school student. How could he have the courage to act like a big shot in front of this group of young adults?

I subconsciously looked back, swallowed, and my legs trembled.

Can he escape now?

A young man with dreadlocks put out his cigarette, looked at his panic, whistled and mocked him: "You've come to the wrong place, kid. The Internet cafe is on the second floor, which is not a place for good students."

Ma Xiaoding didn't dare to answer him at all, and looked at Song Yu for help.

Song Yu glanced at him and said lightly: "Promising."

He took a step forward and replaced Ma Xiaoding as the center of everyone's attention.

The boy had a tall and straight figure, wearing a white shirt and black pants. His hair and pupils were both light brown, his eyelashes were long and curly, and his skin was delicate. At first glance, he seemed gentle and harmless, but when his eyelids slightly lifted and glanced over, his hostility and perverseness still unconsciously flowed out, and his aura was very aggressive.

"Kid, are you here to look for your mother?"

The man with dreadlocks didn't take them seriously at all. He grinned and made sarcastic remarks.

Song Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned his head to ask Ma Xiaoding: "Who is Zhu Zhixing?"

Ma Xiaoding was still confused.

Song Yu repeated: "Who is Zhu Zhixing?"

Ma Xiaoding heard a chill in his tone, and shivering, he began to tiptoe to look around, but there were too many people gathered here, and it was very noisy, so he looked around for a long time but didn't see Zhu Zhixing.

The dreadlocked man groaned, a little dissatisfied with being ignored, and stood up, saying with a fake smile: "If you are not looking for mom, then that's easy. I will help you find her."

He must have a high status among this group of thugs. People around him didn't dare to make a sound when they saw his actions, and the noisy environment suddenly became quieter.

The man with dreadlocks yelled inside: "Zhu Zhixing, who is Zhu Zhixing! Get out now! Someone is here to find us!"

At this moment, applause, cheers, and whistles suddenly rang out beside the pool table surrounded by a group of people. The sound of the cue hitting the ball was crisp and pleasant, and it seemed that a beautiful ball was hit.

The voice of the man with dreadlocks was still clear amid the noise.

Several people at the table heard it, turned around and looked towards the door. There was a little space between them and the last black ball on the table was trembling and rolling along the green table top towards the ball bag in the corner.

Ma Xiaoding's eyesight finally recovered. He pointed through the gap at a short and thin boy standing in the corner and shouted, "Brother Yu! That boy Zhu Zhixing is over there!"

Zhu Zhixing, whose name was called, suddenly widened his eyes and looked over at them. When he saw that it was Ma Xiaoding, his face instantly became extremely embarrassed.

Boom.

The black ball is pocketed.

The game is over.

A man in his twenties wearing a plaid shirt stood up in front of the pool table and slowly wiped the cue.

The man with dreadlocks clapped his hands and walked forward: "Old Chen, you have a group of children looking for someone, why don’t you help them find them quickly? If you wait too long, the children will cry."

He was wearing a plaid shirt, had single eyelids, thin lips, and a nose wing. He looked like someone who was not easy to mess with. He spoke very aggressively and glanced at her: "Find the fucking people and tell them to get out!"

The man with dreadlocks laughed as expected: "Tsk, that's not nice of you. Since they're here, why don't you keep them here to play with them?"

Ma Xiaoding was extremely jealous when he saw his enemy, and he wanted to rush over and drag Zhu Zhixing out to beat him up outside.

He forgot about being afraid and said to Song Yu, "Brother Yu is this bastard! He scolded you and Xie Sui! And he even came up with such a vicious and disgusting idea."

Zhu Zhixing followed a young man who looked very similar to Ma Xiaoding in a plaid shirt. He glared at Ma Xiaoding fiercely, then stood on tiptoe and whispered something in the boy's ear.

The boy was wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School and his hair was dyed in various colors. He was most likely the high school bully in No. 1 Middle School that Zhu Zhixing had tried to curry favor with.

Zhu Zhixing was a wretched looking man, and he gave Ma Xiaoding a look as vicious as a venomous snake.

Chen Zhijie raised his eyebrows, looked at Ma Xiaoding with disdain, and asked, "Is this the person who caused trouble for you?"

Zhu Zhixing immediately added fuel to the fire: "It's him. This kid is the troublemaker in our junior high school. He is used to being lawless. He even said that he came to No. 1 Middle School to steal your position as the school bully."

Chen Zhijie sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "What the hell."

He walked over to the man in the plaid shirt and said, "Brother, don't rush to chase them away. These are my classmates."

His eyes fell on them and a malicious smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"They all come here to cause trouble. Now that they are inside, it's not easy to leave."

The atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing point in an instant.

The man with dreadlocks also joined in the fun: "Look, Old Chen, your brother is much more capable than you in dealing with people."

The gangsters burst into laughter.

"Students who are here to cause trouble?"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha found us here."

"I'm afraid you're not here to make fun of me."

"I'll go close the door first."

A thug sitting at the door gloated, put out his cigarette with his foot, closed the door with his foot, and stood there, "Little boy, don't walk so fast today."

Ma Xiaoding's younger brothers turned pale instantly.

After all, they were just a group of fifteen-year-old high school students who had not yet left the ivory tower. Facing these people, they subconsciously felt fear in their hearts. Now that people have been forced to this point, they are all dumbfounded.

The man with dreadlocks smiled with a malicious look on his face.

The man in the plaid shirt narrowed his eyes slowly.

Chen Zhijie continued, "You followed us here, so you probably really want to have a fight with us. I heard you were looking for Zhu Zhixing?"

Ma Xiaoding gritted his teeth and just went for it.

If he is afraid on the court now, what will happen?

Ma Xiaoding, who thought he was very responsible, said in a timid tone: "Yes! Zhu Zhixing and I have a personal grudge. Give him to us and we will leave immediately!"

"..." Song Yu.

This idiot.

A moment later, as expected, everyone in the room laughed loudly.

The dreadlocked man laughed exaggeratedly, holding onto the pool table and wiping his eyes: "Little boy, you haven't figured out the situation yet - it's not a question of whether you can leave or not, but whether you and your brothers can leave or not."

Ma Xiaoding was really scared and felt regretful in his heart. He wondered why he dragged Brother Yu into this.

His palms were sweaty and his voice was trembling: "I..."

Chen Zhijie also laughed, but his laughter was not as exaggerated.

He said, "Well, you are my junior after all. I won't make things difficult for you. Let's play a game tonight."

"If you beat me, I'll let you go and give Zhu Zhixing to you. If you lose, when the flag is raised on Monday, run out and bark like a dog under the national flag. How about that?"

Song Yu couldn't bear to watch it anymore and wanted to pull Ma Xiaoding down and take his place. There was just an extra hand on his shoulder, it was Xie Sui.

Song Yu was stunned and tilted his head.

Xie Sui's expression did not change, and his delicate facial features seemed even less worldly under the cold light.

Bark like a dog when the flag is raised.

That would be a loss of dignity in front of the whole school. What's more, Ma Xiaoding was a top figure in junior high school.

This was a huge insult to a fifteen-year-old boy.

Ma Xiaoding's face turned red with anger and he clenched his fists. He only blamed himself for being reckless and bringing others to this point. He gritted his teeth and glared over.

"Compared to what?"

Chen Zhijie said to Plaid Shirt: "Brother, can you lend me the venue?"

The man in the plaid shirt looked at them as if they were elementary school students fighting. He crossed his arms across his chest, took a step back, and raised his chin.

"You use it."

Chen Zhijie put on his school uniform jacket and picked up the cue, then smiled proudly at Ma Xiaoding: "Snooker, do you know how to play?"

The hooligans in the room all looked like they were watching a show. This billiard room was opened by Brother Chen Zhijie. Chen Zhijie learned from him. Although he is not an advanced player, he is more than capable of bullying newbies. This is clearly unfair competition, but now the unlucky guy has to learn it even if he doesn't know how.

Ma Xiaoding was dumbfounded.

He can also play billiards, but usually eight-ball and nine-ball, and has never touched snooker.

Song Yu's gaze passed through the crowd and only fell on Zhu Zhixing.

He is very short and thin, with a lot of acne on his face, a mean look, and timid behavior.

When she met his gaze, she didn't dare to raise her head and just stood silently behind Chen Zhijie.

Despicable, cowardly, and vicious.

It was this person who caused Xie Sui a nightmare during his three years in junior high school.

He also tried to attack Grandma Xie Sui.

He originally thought that Xie Sui had let it go, so there was no need to pursue the matter. However, Xie Sui was kind and tolerant, while some people would not mend their ways. Moreover, perhaps Xie Sui still needed an apology and an explanation.

Song Yu turned around and said to Xie Sui calmly, "Take them back."

Xie Sui lowered his eyes and stared at him.

Song Yu took a step forward, pressed Ma Xiaoding's shoulders, and dragged him back.

Ma Xiaoding stared, feeling guilty and worried. He was a little confused, but still subconsciously trusted Brother Yu.

Song Yu looked calm, standing under the light, but the smile on his face was cold: "I will fight you, but I want to change the rules."

Chen Zhijie didn't take the gentle-looking Song Yu to heart at all. He shook his hands and smiled evilly: "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate with us?"

"Why not?"

Song Yu suddenly reached out, grabbed the other end of the club, took two steps forward, and pulled Chen Zhijie in front of him, grabbing his clothes with his hands.

His smile was both rude and cold: "You can try, all of you guys fight me."

The hooligans who were watching nearby stopped joking and looked serious.

Just from the agility with which Song Yu attacked just now, one could tell at a glance that he was a martial artist.

"you--"

Chen Zhijie's face flushed red, and he felt humiliated. He wanted to struggle and resist, but the hand that was grabbing his collar was as hard as iron, which only made his breathing heavier and he was almost suffocated.

The man with dreadlocks stepped forward, apparently trying to separate the two men. Song Yu had already pulled the golf club from Chen Zhijie. With a wave of his arm, the tip of the club stopped in front of the dreadlock man's eye, just one centimeter away from poking in.

The man with dreadlocks froze in place instantly.

Staring at Song Yu's profile.

But Song Yu didn't even look at him. The more careless he was, the more frightening it was.

Song Yu said, "I must take Zhu Zhixing away today. There is no need to add it to the rules."

"So I changed the rules. If I win, you bark under the national flag. If I lose, I accept the penalty. Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated. I will teach you a lesson today."

Chen Zhijie got a chance to catch his breath, stepped back, and was furious: "Brother! I don't want to play anymore! Kill him!"

The man in the plaid shirt lost his distracted look and walked forward, saying sinisterly, "Little brat, you are too arrogant."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled not very modestly: "Not bad." As I said, he never lacked a fight anyway.

"I fucking—"

The man in the plaid shirt had a bad temper. His face changed and he punched me.

The people around him naturally couldn't just stand there stupidly, so they rushed forward from all directions, trying to hold Song Yu down.

"Brother Yu!"

Ma Xiaoding's expression changed drastically, and he rushed forward and yelled: "Do you know who he is? If you dare to touch him, there will be no place for you to live in Jingcheng!"

The man with dreadlocks was so angry that he vomited blood. He grabbed Ma Xiaoding outside and sneered: "What era is this still popular? This is my territory. I am not afraid even if the king of heaven comes."

“Brother Yu——!”

Ma Xiaoding was both angry and furious! In his heart, Song Yu has always been a porcelain doll, the kind that would break if touched.

What if something happened! How is he going to explain this to his dad? The Meng family saved their lives, how could he explain this to Old Madam Meng!

The dreadlocked man yelled to the back: "Hold these little brats and don't let them help."

Ma Xiaoding was so anxious that his eyes almost turned red. He struggled to break free from the dreadlock man's restraints, "Let me go, you bastard! The Meng family! If you mess with him, you mess with the Meng family--!"

The dreadlocked man sneered.

In fact, for ordinary people, the word Meng family is too far away. If you are not in that circle, you will not understand it clearly.

Ma Xiaoding felt desperate and regretful. He should not have called Brother Yu over without knowing anything. But this time he hit a wall.

Xie Sui was not in a hurry. He stood beside him, his dark eyes deep and deep, as cold as the first snow, yet serious. He always felt that... this child would give him a lot of surprises.

There was a melee around the pool table.

"What a fool!"

"I called you crazy-ah!"

What was heard was the screams of the young people. The sound of a broken arm, accompanied by screams.

The kick was so fierce that it seemed to be accompanied by wind.

Song Yu looked at them and recalled his own rebellious and unruly student days.

He was born into a good family in the original world. He was a third-generation red family and grew up in a military compound. He had good fighting skills and physical fitness. After encountering kidnappers as a child, his family paid more attention to training him in self-protection.

Although he used all these to show off his power as a school bully during his later middle school years.

But Song Yu can really single-handedly fight against this group of thugs who only rely on numbers to create momentum and are actually useless and afraid of death.

Now that I live in school, I don’t have to worry about making Grandma Meng worry if I bleed.

Song Yu became even more unscrupulous.

Ma Xiaoding and his group were all terrified.

Staring blankly at the boy standing by the table in the cold light.

The fight is smooth and flowing, with a club in hand. Come one, beat one; come two, beat a pair. He was so incredibly strong that no one could catch him. He struck quickly and fiercely, like a wolf.

Song Yu kicked a man away with his foot, sneered, grabbed the man in the plaid shirt by the neck, and pressed his head onto the table.

The gangsters are really afraid of death and they saw the miserable conditions of the people in front of them. Even though the man in the plaid shirt roared heartbreakingly, they all looked at each other and dared not go up.

"Fuck you!"

Plaid Shirt never thought that a young man who looked so weak had such strength. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "I still have someone who hasn't come out yet! You won't be able to survive this door."

Song Yu sighed and said with a smile: "Brother, do you understand the situation now? This is not a question of whether you let us go or not, but a question of whether I want to leave or not."

"This door locks well."

He exerted force with his hand, and the head of the man in the plaid shirt hit the billiard table again. Amid the young man's screams, Song Yu smiled and said, "With your brother's character, I guess you are not a good person either. Let's come today and beat the dog behind closed doors."

When he said the last four words, the corners of his lips curled up, and there was a startling cruelty in his eyes.

The man in the plaid shirt yelled, "Heizi! Heizi! Get out here now! Get out now!!"

The fight outside was in full swing, but the little bar song in the billiard hall was still playing very loudly, and the roar of the man in the plaid shirt was almost shaking the entire building.

There was finally movement inside.

"What the hell is going on? I'm having a great time playing cards."

A few people walked out of the bar cursing.

The man in the plaid shirt had venom in his eyes: "You want to fight me? My brothers are all here, they fight with real knives! You're fucked!"

Use real knife?

Song Yu smiled nonchalantly: "Last time, someone told me to use a real knife, and sat in the police station behind. Let me see whose knife is faster?"

"What is it?"

Walking down the aisle, a group of people came out of the bar, with dazzling colorful hair. The red hair in the lead was fluttering in the wind, and the scar across his face was particularly noticeable.

Song Yu looked over.

Red-haired looked over.

“…”

“…………”

Meeting acquaintances.

There was a long silence.

The man in the plaid shirt slammed the table and said angrily: "I've been kicked out of my restaurant. You usually eat and drink for free, why don't you come over and kill these little bastards?!"

Red Hair remained motionless, staring at Song Yu's face.

Song Yu smiled first, "Hey, sons."

Red-haired and the colorful-haired one behind him: “…………”

The beating they received from Xie Sui in the alley last time was still a trauma for them. He didn't even blink when a knife pierced his arm. He was beaten and stabbed, and finally sent to jail. He felt very guilty.

And looking at Song Yu's current posture, and the group of panicked rubbish next to him.

You know, this isn’t easy either.

Both are troublemakers.

If someone fights so fiercely and recklessly that the police are called, his mother is still a minor.

The red-haired guy who just came out really didn't want to see Song Yu again.

Plaid Shirt was a little confused by the atmosphere.

Red Hair stared at the situation in front of him for a long time, not knowing what to do.

Glancing back, he saw that some of his younger brothers were still injured. Seeing Song Yu, they all stepped back a little as if they had seen the plague god.

Red Hair: “…”

Song Yu had already let go of the plaid shirt.

The man in the plaid shirt no longer had the energy to show off his power, so he stepped back, breathing heavily.

Chen Zhijie also turned pale.

After catching his breath, Plaid Shirt pointed at Song Yu and yelled at Red Hair: "Him! That's him! Aren't you guys the bullies of Lianyun Street? You're afraid of dealing with a high school student! This bastard comes to kick my restaurant!"

The red-haired man twitched his lips, and the scar on his face looked even more hideous: "Come and challenge me..."

Everyone in the room stared with bated breath, and then they heard Red Hair tilt his head and say slowly to the man in the plaid shirt, "...Why don't we call the police?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air became quiet.

The man in the plaid shirt was so angry that he wanted to slap the red-haired man in the face, but he still had some sense and shouted, "Call the police? Call the police and arrest us all?"

The red-haired man's expression froze for a few seconds, and the emotion in his eyes was very obvious, which was "I don't want to get involved in this matter."

There was a group of thugs in the room, including those lying down or wailing, all with the same expression of confusion and fear.

I thought I was a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, but I didn't expect that I was the one who let the wolf into the house.

It is easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away. Now this god of plague is staying here!

The man with dreadlocks was also confused by the development of the situation and unconsciously let go of Ma Xiaoding's hand.

Ma Xiaoding's expression was not much better than his. He rubbed his eyes hard, afraid that he was dreaming.

woc! Is Brother Yu that fierce?

Although Chen Zhijie considers himself the school bully of No. 1 Middle School, he and a group of younger brothers gained the reputation by bullying their classmates by relying on their numbers.

Not to mention Song Yu, he couldn't even beat any of Red Hair's little brothers. Seeing this, his face turned pale, he hid behind his brother, and dared not say a word.

As for Zhu Zhixing, who was his younger brother.

People were frightened to the point of fainting.

Song Yu pushed himself up with his hands and sat down on the table with a neat and elegant movement. He held the cue and looked at Hongmao with a smile: "I heard that you fight with real knives?"

"The kind that sees blood?"

Red Hair: “…………”

At this moment, the scars on his face seemed to reveal a sense of vicissitudes.

"Boss, what should we do..."

Green Hair took a shaky step forward and asked tremblingly.

Red-haired looked back at him with despair.

I don't want to say anything.

He wanted to light a cigarette.

Plaid Shirt's eyes widened in disbelief: "You're still afraid of him?! He's just a high school kid!"

The red-haired man looked at him viciously. After all, he used to be a street bully, and that violent temper was still there.

The man in the plaid shirt felt his throat tighten when he was glared at by him, and he choked back his words and stopped talking. His face flushed as he stared at Song Yu.

Both times when Hongmao met Song Yu, they were the ones who rushed to look for trouble, but ended up asking for trouble themselves.

Now that Song Yu came to challenge him, the despair in his heart flooded like a river.

He gritted his teeth, trying to squeeze out a smile that could be compared to the one he was facing when facing the murderer of his father, and said, "This... little friend."

Song Yu smiled, touched the club and said politely: "No, brother, I'm not going to fight with you today, and you don't have to give me a whole set of tricks."

Red Hair: “…”

Everyone: So fucking crazy!

In Ma Xiaoding's mind, Song Yu's image was broken and rebuilt, from a clay Buddha to a living devil.

Brother Yu is awesome!

Look at the way he sits, the tone of his voice, and that cold and ruffian smile. Ma Xiaoding felt that his three years as a school bully in junior high school was just a game of house.

Song Yu raised his chin, his eyes fell on Chen Zhijie, the corners of his lips curled up, and his tone was slow and mocking: "Snooker, come on? Do I have the right to decide the penalty for winning or losing now?"

Are you qualified to order?

A hot slap hit my face.

Chen Zhijie lowered his head, his whole body trembling. He said nothing and hid himself in the shadows.

Red-haired looked left and right, and almost figured out the situation. He coughed, trying to make his voice soft, and hypnotized himself in his mind that he was a caring brother.

"Hey! I don't think it's a big deal! It's just a conflict between classmates! How did it get to this point?!"

But he looked so ferocious that when he tried to act amiable, he looked distorted and hideous. The group of people watching were horrified.

Red Hair patted Chen Zhijie on the shoulder, making him tremble. He pouted and smiled, "Xiao Chen, didn't your brother Hei say that? We are from the same school, so we should support each other in the future. Come on, apologize if there is any misunderstanding, explain it clearly if there is no misunderstanding, go shake hands with your classmates, and we'll consider this as a problem solved! We can all sit down and play ball and drink some wine."

Chen Zhijie: “…”

Plaid shirt: “…”

A group of people: "..."

You are a fucking street bully, why don’t you go and tease little girls and rob middle school students, but sit here and try to smooth things over like an old woman? ! !

It was the first time that Red Hair did such a thing. The more people around him watched, the more he felt guilty. Finally, he got angry and gave up.

He put his foot on the table, his true nature exposed: "Then what the hell do you want me to do?! He just sent me to the police station last time! You can't beat him, so you run away?! Damn it, I don't care! Midori, let's go!"

Plaid Shirt was so angry: "You——!"

Chen Zhijie's face turned pale, he lowered his head, and his shoulders slumped a little.

The red-haired man looked straight ahead without even looking at Song Yu. He walked to the door without recognizing anyone, pushed aside the thug who was blocking the door, and walked out cursing.

His younger brothers swallowed their saliva and followed quickly, ignoring the scolding from the man in the plaid shirt. I don't want to be in the same room with this plague god at all.

But they still act very arrogantly and look down on people.

After closing the door.

“Wow!!”

Bang, bang, bang. The sound of someone quickly coming down the stairs could be heard outside.

Every step exudes liberation and joy.

indoor.

“…”

Ma Xiaoding's admiration for Song Yu increased to a new level, and there were almost stars in his eyes.

Xie Sui stood in the dark, looking at Song Yu silently, his dark and calm eyes seemed to be thinking about something.

The situation has reached a stalemate at this point.

Now everything is in Song Yu's hands. Whether he presses forward or takes a step back, no one else can interfere.

Ma Xiaoding finally felt proud. He had just been humiliated and mocked by this group of people. He rushed forward excitedly and now spoke a little louder: "Brother Yu!"

Are we going to do something big now? Will this street be the site of a legend from now on? ! !

Ma Xiaoding, who is in his second year of middle school, is ready to go.

As a result, he saw his brother Yu jumped off the table and threw the golf club in his hand back.

He was cool and neat, and ignored Chen Zhijie and the other man in the plaid shirt. He moved closer to the corner, staring at Zhu Zhixing who was almost sticking himself into the crack of the wall.

Today was definitely a nightmare for Zhu Zhixing. The most terrifying and desperate day since I was a child.

The feeling of being stared at by an evil spirit would never be as terrifying as it is now.

Song Yu: "Are you Zhu Zhixing?"

Zhu Zhixing's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground in fear, his eyes wide open and the only two words in his mind were "It's over".

The man in the plaid shirt was also stunned. He was just racking his brains to think of how to get rid of the God of Plague.

But they didn't expect that no one took them seriously at all.

Ma Xiaoding followed suit.

Song Yu glanced at Zhu Zhixing lying on the ground and ordered, "Take him out for me."

Ma Xiaoding no longer defines himself as a knight, but just a little brother. After hearing Song Yu's words, he laughed like a dramatic spirit: "Okay!"

When Song Yu passed by Chen Zhijie, he stopped, put his slender fingers on the table, turned his head expressionlessly, the boy's light-colored eyes reflected the flowing light, cold and sharp, and smiled: "Chen Zhijie? School bully?"

"Is it only by trampling on others that you can support your vanity?"

Chen Zhijie didn't even dare to breathe.

Song Yu ordered the table and smiled, "Don't mess with me, idiot."

"If I see you again, I'll hit your head like a billiard ball."

“…”