Qin Gang frowned and reached for his phone again.
Xiangyang was about to hit him again, but Qin Gang suddenly grabbed him, enduring Xiangyang's spit on his face while he couldn't struggle, and checked the time.
It's already 7:55.
Qin Gang put down his phone, grabbed Xiang Yang, and helped him put on his pants.
Xiangyang kicked and thrashed about, determined to defy him. It took quite a while before he was finally dressed.
Qin Gang held him like that, checked all the things he needed on the table, picked them up, and half-carried, half-lifted him out the door.
At a breakfast stall not far from Qin Gang's house, the old man selling fried dough sticks looked at Qin Gang, whose face and arms were covered in scratches, and his hands trembled with fear.
"Two fried dough sticks and a cup of soy milk."
Qin Gang, carrying fried dough sticks and soy milk, put his arm around Xiangyang and left. He then hailed a taxi and shoved Xiangyang inside.
The driver glanced back and thought to himself, "Could this guy be a big shot in some shady organization?"
After the car started moving, Qin Gang finally let go of Xiang Yang.
In front of the driver, Xiangyang glared at him like that.
Qin Gang rolled up the fried dough stick and handed it to him.
Those who face the sun do not eat.
Qin Gang inserted a straw into the soy milk, handed it to him, and said, "Have some."
"Damn it!" Xiangyang went up to him, grabbed his head, and started biting it.
Even the driver couldn't help but slip his hand when he looked in the rearview mirror.
What's going on here?
But I have to say, this man who looks quite intimidating actually has a really good temper.
As Xiangyang hit him, he shouted, "If I don't do well on the exam, it's all your fault, you scum who ruins people's futures!"
Qin Gang, however, felt gratified and said, "He still knows his future and has a good attitude."
It only took ten minutes to drive there, but by the time we arrived at the test center, it was already 8:30.
The timing is perfect.
Qin Gang simply grabbed Xiang Yang, who was tearing and biting at him, and pulled him out, putting his feet on the ground.
Once he realized that everyone around him was watching, Xiangyang stopped making a fuss.
Qin Gang was carrying fried dough sticks and soy milk, looking disheveled.
People around them turned to look.
What's wrong?
Who could beat a man like that into this state?
Qin Gang tried to give him the fried dough stick, but Xiang Yang refused and hit him instead. One of the fried dough sticks came out of the plastic bag and fell to the ground.
Everyone was taken aback.
But to everyone's surprise, Qin Gang only glanced at the fried dough sticks on the ground before holding the soy milk to Xiangyang's lips again, saying, "Want to have a couple of sips?"
Xiangyang spat and started struggling again.
Helpless, Qin Gang could only stuff his things into his pocket, then carry him towards the entrance of the examination center.
After placing Xiangyang at the door, Qin Gang said, "Don't let it affect you."
Xiangyang just stared at him like that.
Qin Gang laughed, "Study hard. If you don't pass the exam, then it's my fault."
Xiangyang turned and walked away, complaining to Xiaoguai as he went: "No wonder he's antisocial, he's a scoundrel! He should be cut into one-centimeter pieces, into eighteen pieces!"
Little Guai, not knowing what to say, said, "...Xiangyang, you calculated it wrong, it should be cut into nineteen...and a half pieces!"
Xiang Yang was taken aback and asked, "Did you see it last night?"
"...No," Xiao Guai shook her head, "No, I didn't dare to finish reading it!"
Xiang Yang was startled, and then the one who hadn't been walking steadily fell to the ground with a "thud."
Qin Gang instinctively tried to help him up, but was stopped by the gatekeeper.
Xiangyang knelt up and said, "I don't want to live anymore."
Qin Gang: "..."
"This, this can't be allowed in!" the gatekeeper exclaimed nervously.
Qin Gang stood there, a place he had never set foot in before, and dared not go in.
He's not a fool; he knows that to get something, you have to follow certain rules.
He wouldn't let himself be implicated by Xiang Yang.
Qin Gang watched his retreating figure, his cold, hard lips twitching as he pulled out a cigarette, bit it into his mouth, took a deep drag, and exhaled. His deep eyes blazed with barely suppressed malice. "Fine, you can stab me to death when you get out!"
The gatekeeper didn't dare look at him.
No one could make a sound.
Xiangyang's figure moved slightly, but dared not turn around.
You're crazy!
Then, Xiangyang silently got up and left.
Seeing Xiang Yang leave, Qin Gang, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, smiled.
Everyone was stunned.
Qin Gang was just teasing Xiang Yang.
Qin Gang's life certainly wouldn't be ruined by something as trivial as this kid.
It's just a matter of risking one's life; it's not a big deal.
Xiangyang didn't come out at noon.
Qin Gang pulled up a small stool from someone, grabbed a bottle of water, sat down, and asked, "Is there a small shop or something inside?"
The girl was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking to her. "Ah, yes! Yes! Yes! There's a supermarket."
Qin Gang was relieved.
Xiangyang is a shrewd guy; he won't let himself go hungry.
Qin Gang started chatting with the girl: "So, the last show this afternoon, it starts at three o'clock?"
The girl was extremely nervous; her palms were sweating. Looking at Qin Gang's sharp profile, she mechanically said, "Yes, yes..."
Qin Gang hadn't chatted with such a pure and innocent girl in a long time.
The girl seemed to have made a great effort before finally breaking free from her mechanical response to Qin Gang's questions. She cautiously started a conversation, asking, "Are you here... to see your younger brother off?"
Qin Gang looked in one direction, not glancing at the girl even once. After talking for so long, he still didn't know what the girl looked like. "No."
The girl waited for him to continue, but Qin Gang only said "no" and didn't explain who the boy he was.
"Oh..." The girl sensed his distance, but still didn't want the conversation to fall flat, so she stammered and started another topic, "What do you do for a living? Are you a boxer or something?"
She looks like someone from a novel...
Upon hearing this, Qin Gang paused in his drinking, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice.
His instinct was to not answer, or a single glance was enough to make the girl afraid to ask any further questions.
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