Chapter 26 "Good student, are you scared?"
When Ma Zi saw who was speaking, he pointed at Ren Yizi angrily and said:
"So it was you! You were also an accomplice in my dad's layoff. Wen Siru really cared about his status as the mistress's son. No matter how tough he was, there must be a thorn in his heart. Otherwise, why would he fire my dad because of you and deliberately make it so that he still can't find a job?
Do you think you are very familiar with Wen Siru? Do you think you are really good friends with him? You are too confident, aren't you?
Ma Zi's friends just stood there motionless, swallowed their saliva, and silently moved away from Ren Yizi. All of Hanmo's students knew that they should stay away from Ren Yizi, the living devil, and no one wanted to get into trouble.
They also tried to pull Ma Zi aside and began to persuade him not to provoke Ren Yizi:
"Forget it, forget it, don't say it."
It was just the time when day students were getting out of school. A group of students gathered in front of the milk tea shop, looking at Ren Yizi and the others. Pedestrians on the road also turned their heads to look at them.
Ma Zi knew that Ren Yizi was not someone to be trifled with, but the pain his father had endured after being laid off flooded back into his mind. With a rage that overwhelmed him, he continued to speak fearlessly, "My father was fired because of that son of a bitch, Wen Siru."
Ma Zi cursed Wen Si Ru with foul language. Ren Yizi didn't think much about it. His anger gradually rose. He pinched his nose and said sarcastically, "Watch your mouth. Do you really want the whole world to know that you rinse your mouth and brush your teeth with feces this morning?"
"What? Are you Wen Siru's lackey? Why are you protecting that illegitimate child? What's wrong with me?" Ma Zi patted his face like crazy, with a playful smile on his face, "Do you have the guts to hit me again?"
Ren Yizi didn't mind being scolded, but he couldn't stand hearing others scold Wen Siru: "You said that!"
The veins on his hands bulged, and he threw a punch faster than his brain.
Ma Zi screamed miserably, and his already collapsed nose became even more deflated. Blood soon flowed out of his nose. He cursed loudly, his anger overwhelming his mind, and he also fought back against Ren Yizi: "You idiot! I'll fuck you!"
Everyone was shocked, and someone said, "Ren Yizi was the one who attacked first. We are in the right. With so many people, are we still afraid we can't defeat them?"
When the six or seven of them heard this, they plucked up their courage and started to help Ma Zi beat Ren Yizi because they outnumbered him.
The bravest passersby hid in the distance and recorded the fight with their mobile phones. The students around them watched them fight in amazement. Some braver ones quickly shouted, "Stop fighting!"
But no one dared to step forward for fear of getting hurt.
Qin Yang originally wanted to stop his brother Zi. He remembered that his brother Zi had taught him not to start a fight first, otherwise, the other party would be in the right.
So in the past when they fought, it was always Ren Yizi who used his bad mouth to provoke the other party to hit first. But today, Ren Yizi didn't care about reason, he just wanted to vent his anger for Wen Siru.
It's really rare.
But before Qin Yang could persuade him, he was beaten!
He also quickly fought back and gradually joined the fight.
Ren Yizi grabbed Ma Zi's school uniform collar and slammed his knee into his vulnerable abdomen. Then he threw Ma Zi to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, leaving a layer of dust on his body.
Soon, punches and kicks came from the front and back. He skillfully grabbed the necks of the two closest people and slammed their heads together. The two men fell down with stars in their eyes.
Ren Yizi quickly blocked other people again. He grabbed other people's finger joints and pressed them into a strange arc. It was so painful that it felt like scraping along the bones. A group of people screamed.
In the chaos, someone scratched Ren Yizi's face with his claws, and the smell of blood filled the air.
Scarlet blood beads spread across the bridge of his fair nose, standing out in the chaotic crowd. It was strange and gorgeous, like a jade-faced Asura walking out of the eighteen levels of hell.
Ren Yizi was determined to win the fight with them, and he could make them all injured and screaming in no time.
A group of people were covered in wounds and ran away, dragging the unconscious pockmarked man away with them, leaving behind a chorus of criticism against Ren Yizi.
Ren Yizi slowed down, and with a murderous look on his face, he left the entrance of the milk tea shop without saying a word. The onlookers made way for him.
He walked a few steps and squatted down beside the busy curb. Qin Yang handed him a cigarette.
Ren Yizi used his right hand to block the wind and lowered his eyes to light a cigarette, when suddenly a pair of white sneakers appeared in his field of vision.
A gentle voice like two jades clasping together rang out above his head: "Brother Zi."
Ren Yizi looked up and saw the young man standing in front of him with an upright figure, wearing a clean and tidy school uniform. Against the bright yellow street light, his face, which looked like a jade sculpture, was hazy and holy. For a moment, one might mistakenly think that he was a god descending to earth.
Ren Yizi's heart was like a combination lock. The moment Wen Si Ru and Feng appeared together, the combination was frantically messed up, becoming a mystery that even he couldn't solve.
Wen Siru was seen carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, holding the backpack strap with his hand, his fingertips were white, and he looked down at Ren Yizi, with a frightened expression in his eyes.
To be more specific, he was the kind of very well-behaved and well-protected five-good student. When he saw a fight for the first time, he was a little at a loss, a little panicked, mixed with a hint of fear, and shocked by Ren Yizi's brutality in fighting.
Ren Yizi's head was buzzing. He rarely and unwillingly showed his brutal and violent side in front of Wen Siru. Now he felt that his dirty, dark and ferocious side was exposed, like a primitive man without clothes.
Feelings of embarrassment, panic and awkwardness all surged from the bottom of my heart.
He forced himself to look up and meet Wen Si Ru's clear eyes. Not wanting to bring his inner rage to Wen Si Ru, he forced a smile and asked, "Are you back to school?"
He tried to talk about some ordinary things to cover up his panic when Wen Si Ru saw him fighting. Before, he might not have cared about how he looked in front of Wen Si Ru, but now he was really nervous. No one wants his image to be ruined in front of the person he likes.
Wen Siru also said as if chatting with his family: "Well, my dad is done with his work."
"You... saw everything just now?" Jade-faced Shura couldn't help but ask. He unconsciously put away his arrogance, licked his lips unconsciously, and asked cautiously.
"Yeah," Wen Siru nodded and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"
Ren Yizi took a puff of his cigarette, feeling guilty, and then slowly blew out the smoke rings, saying stubbornly, "It's okay, just a minor skin injury."
Qin Yang, who was standing next to him, suddenly sneered and asked Wen Siru, "Good student, are you scared? This is your first time seeing a fight, right?"
"I'm not afraid," Wen Siru answered quickly. His eyes were firm and gentle, and his gaze stayed on Ren Yizi. "As long as Brother Zi is here, I'm not afraid."
When Ren Yizi heard what Wen Siru said, he began to feel dizzy and said in a daze, "Don't say that, I'll really be proud."
He squatted there, holding a cigarette between his fingers, smiling arrogantly, as if he could light the stars with just a raise of his hand.
The next second, he flicked his cigarette, stood up, and said seriously, "But fighting is never a good thing. Ruzi, you must not learn bad habits and start a fight. Just remember, I will always protect you."
Wen Siru smiled, his eyes curved into crescents, and said obediently, "Yes, I remember."
His smile was like the early spring breeze blowing across the flower stamens and caressing Ren Yizi's heart.
Ren Yizi's lips curled up slightly. He looked at Wen Siru and said, "You should go back to the classroom for evening study first. Qin Yang and I will go to the infirmary."
"Hey, wait a minute." Wen Siru gently pulled Ren Yizi's sleeve.
"What's wrong?" Ren Yizi asked puzzledly.
He watched Wen Siru take out a Band-Aid from his schoolbag and hold it up to his face.
The evening breeze gently brushed across my face, and countless street lights were strung together into pearls as warm as jade, reflecting the bright and flawless moon.
Wen Siru's fingertips were pressed against Ren Yizi's straight nose, and his slightly warm fingertips occasionally touched the latter's skin like a dragonfly skimming the water. His round and smooth nails were trimmed neatly, reflecting a little moonlight.
Every time Ren Yizi took a breath, he could smell the pleasant scent of the temple after the rain on Wen Siru's body.
The noisy sound of the crowd gradually faded away, and time seemed to stand still. He felt numb as if he had been electrocuted. He could hear the sound of his heart about to jump out, and he was so nervous that he was afraid that Wen Si Ru, who was so close to him, would hear the enthusiastic sound.
Many girls around pretended to buy milk tea to peek at them. With his sharp ears, he heard them say:
"Wen Xueshen is putting a band-aid on Ren Yizi. Are they that close?"
"Aren't they roommates? It's normal for them to have such a good relationship."
"Ren Yizi fought so fiercely just now, yet you still dare to play with us? This is a magical world."
"Shhhhh, keep your voice down and hurry up. If the school bully hears you, he might punch you in the head!"
Ren Yizi: “…”
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Siru suddenly said, "Don't go to the infirmary. They're probably all gone to eat at this time. Come back to the dormitory and I'll help you disinfect and bandage your wound. Don't go to evening study today. Ask the teacher for a day off."
"Okay, I'll send a message to the class teacher later." Ren Yizi had been bewitched by Wen Siru's face to the point that he had no ability to think, and he readily agreed.
Qin Yang looked at their backs, raised his head 90 degrees to look at the sky, and said sadly: "I understand, I understand everything. Not being loved is the third party..."
The next second, Ren Yizi turned around and said to him, "Come on, Qin Yang, why are you standing there?"
Qin Yang was so moved that he burst into tears and ran away: "I'm coming."
In a coffee shop not far from the school, a man in a black suit sat upright by the window, staring at Ren Yizi's figure through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He gently stirred the coffee with a spoon, and the golden Rolex on his wrist reflected a dazzling light.
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"Hiss." Ren Yizi unconsciously dodged the cotton ball held by Wen Siru.
Wen Siru was also like a frightened deer. He raised his beautiful eyes and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
"Well," Ren Yizi didn't know how to explain. He was shirtless at the moment, and Wen Siru was applying iodine to his chest. He felt pain, itchiness, and embarrassment. "Be gentle."
Wen Siru nodded, and he tightened his grip even more. The Buddhist beads in his hand slid across Ren Yizi's smooth and cold white skin from time to time, and also across the tattoo of the king cobra with its bloody mouth.
This made Ren Yizi feel tormented, embarrassed, and...excited. Yes, he was very excited both mentally and physically. It was like a cherry embedded in the snow, gradually swelling, hardening, and painful.
Ren Yizi's ears were red and bleeding, and he looked down at Wen Siru in embarrassment.
Fortunately, Wen Siru was cleaning his wound very carefully and didn't notice Ren Yizi's change at all.
Ren Yizi felt even more guilty for no apparent reason, and even the deterrent power of the king cobra on his chest seemed to have diminished.
Qin Yang quickly treated his wounds in the dormitory. Ren Yizi would protect him every time they fought, so he had almost no major wounds on his body.
He went upstairs to visit his good elder brother. The door of dormitory 520 was not closed tightly. He felt very strange seeing his brother Zi groaning on the bed. When the wound was deeper in the past, his brother Zi never said a word. Why was he so abnormal today?
He looked at the tattoo on Ren Yizi's abdomen, and his thoughts drifted back to the past.
"Oh my god! Ahhh... it hurts, it hurts, boss, can you give me anesthesia? I can't stand it anymore!"
Rough voices and screams echoed in the room. Qin Yang looked over and saw a burly man at least 1.9 meters tall wearing black clothes and a gold necklace, with a tattoo on his arm.
The tattoo artist who was tattooing the burly man grabbed his hand, frowned, and said, "No, anesthetics will affect the results and are harmful to your body. We're a legitimate tattoo shop and we never use anesthetics. Just bear with it. Look, there's a high school student getting a tattoo over there, and he doesn't even hum. You're so much older than him, aren't you embarrassed?"
The burly man's gaze followed the tattoo artist's fingers. His face flushed with pain, and he asked Ren Yizi incoherently, "Little brother! How could you... be so patient? You're making me lose face!"
Ren Yizi was lying on the bed playing games, feeling his ribs tingling. He looked up and said calmly, "Brother, everyone's pain tolerance is different."
Qin Yang looked at the tattoo machine on Ren Yizi's ribs, which was sizzling against the flesh. He felt an inexplicable pain in his own body. He said, "Brother, if it hurts, just scream it out. There's no need to endure it here. There are a lot of men in the room. I've helped you check if there are any girls."
The tattoo artist who tattooed Ren Yizi was very young. He wiped the blood oozing from Ren Yizi's skin with a wet tissue and agreed with Qin Yang's words: "Brother, you're an adult today. I won't charge you for this tattoo. It's my gift to you.
Another reason why I'm giving it to you for free is that I'm a newbie and I'm just practicing on you, so I can't control the strength of the tattoo well and it will be much more painful than my master's.
I'm tattooing your cervical vertebrae now. This is the most painful area according to many customers. If you feel any pain, just shout it out. It will relieve a lot of the pain."
As the burly man screamed, Ren Yizi comforted the tattoo artist: "It's okay, don't worry, I can handle the pain, don't feel any pressure."
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