As soon as Li Wenchao came over, Li Xiaojie and the others immediately moved away. It seemed that they were unwilling to be with this tricky guy.
"What?" Li Wenchao tilted his head, looking pretty cool for a younger brother: "If you want to fight, come to me."
Bullshit! Do you think everyone is as battle-crazy as you?
I said, "You owe me a favor, now it's time for you to repay it."
"I knew it." Li Wenchao suddenly raised his hand and slammed the machete into my desk, embedding it deeply. I got scared when he swung the machete, and thought he was going for my head. Fortunately, I didn't stand up and run away immediately, otherwise I would be embarrassed. I looked at the machete embedded in the desk, pretending to be calm and staring at Li Wenchao, but I really wanted to kick him. He scared me to death, okay? Li Wenchao said, "You decide who to chop. After that, we owe each other nothing."
You're so awesome, if I ask you to chop Nie Yuanlong, will you do it? I kept my complaints to myself and said, "Tell your boss that I want to meet him and discuss something." Li Wenchao looked at me in surprise: "That's it?" I also looked at him in surprise: "That's it." Li Wenchao shook his head and said, "I feel sorry for you. You wasted a good opportunity to use me." Then he sighed, seeming to be worried about my IQ. After watching him leave, I lowered my head, took out "Silver Age" and started reading. Just after a few glances, I heard another "Hello". I raised my head and Li Wenchao was standing in front of me again.
"What again?" I looked at him in surprise.
"I thought about it, I just helped you contact my boss, it can't really be considered as repaying a favor. So let's put it this way, this time it's a friendly help, I still owe you the favor, you can continue to come to me if you have anything." After saying this, he really turned around and left.
"Weird guy." I looked at his back and shrugged. If it wasn't for my beautiful sister, I wouldn't have saved him.
After reading for a while, Li Wenchao came back. "My boss wants you to come over." He looked unhappy, as if he was still angry that I wasted that opportunity. I stood up and followed Li Wenchao to the corridor of the third grade. The corridor was very quiet. No students dared to make loud noises, run around or make noises. After all, Nie Yuanlong and Qiu Feng were here. Li Wenchao silently led me into one of the classrooms. The classroom was not too quiet or too noisy. The students were talking and chatting in low voices, and there was a sense of deliberate suppression. The reason for this was of course the student who was smoking in the corner.
As soon as I came in, I noticed him. He wasn't too tall, but he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there was a fierce look in his eyes. As long as he sat there, the students around him didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and they deliberately restrained themselves no matter what they did. I guessed that he was Liu Xiangrong, one of the four red sticks. Sure enough, Li Wenchao took me straight to the man.
"Brother Rong." Li Wenchao changed his arrogant look and was very respectful to this man. He then said, "This is Wang Hao."
Liu Xiangrong nodded, threw the cigarette butt out of the window, stood up, and stretched out his hand to me: "Brother Hao, I've heard a lot about you." Like Zhang Yunfei, although he called me Brother Hao, there was some disdain in his expression. It was obvious that he felt that the title of "Brother Hao" was unfair.
"You're welcome." I said, "Let's just call each other by our first names. I'm nothing in the vocational college."
"Oh no, we are of different generations, so you should call me what you want to call me." Liu Xiangrong smiled and said, "I wonder what Brother Hao wants from me?"
This kind of distant and indifferent attitude made me feel uncomfortable, so I decided to get straight to the point: "You've heard about the freshmen beating up the instructor, right?" Liu Xiangrong yawned, tears welling up in his eyes, his expression a little withered: "I heard about it. Isn't this very normal? It happens every year. We also beat up the instructor that year."
After saying this, he yawned again, tremblingly took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff, and he seemed to feel better.
The person playing the zither said:
If you owe a lot, make it up slowly.
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