The sophomore year curriculum is arduous, especially for a girl like Sun Leling who appears to be tough but actually takes everything seriously. She finished all the general and professional courses before going home exhausted.

Zhao Yulin is a bodyguard on the surface, but in reality he is no different from a study companion. He has to accompany Sun Leling whenever she leaves.

As soon as he entered the living room and sat down on the sofa, Zhao Yulin's cell phone rang before his butt was even warm.

"Go out and answer it. Don't disturb me while I'm watching TV!" Sun Leling waved her hand in disdain.

She didn't need to remind him that Zhao Yulin's cell phone would not make more than twenty calls a year, and almost every time, the content of the call was not meant to be heard by others.

So Zhao Yulin took the phone and walked to the yard and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Brother Yu, they came to see me today." It was Yang Fan on the other end of the phone, his voice was a little nervous, even a little trembling.

"Are you still there now?" Zhao Yulin asked.

"Yes, I made up an excuse that someone sent money, and now I'm waiting at the Sihu BBQ at the north gate of the school."

"I'll be there right away." Zhao Yulin hung up the phone and went back to the lobby to find Sun Leling.

Sun Leling glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, and quickly protected the half basket of tomatoes in her arms: "What are you doing here? If you want to eat, there are more in the kitchen. Wash them yourself, and don't steal mine!"

The only eldest daughter of the Sun Group, she was like a starving ghost reincarnated, a real foodie, and a completely different face from the school. Zhao Yulin said with a sweat: "I won't steal your fruit. Give me the car key. I have to go out for something. I will call Mr. Sun to ask for leave later."

The villa was heavily protected and guarded by Leng Hanshuang, so he was not worried about the eldest daughter's safety.

Sun Leling sucked her cherry lips and looked like a fool: "The car key is not with me, go find the driver."

Zhao Yulin did not move, just stood there and looked at her.

After a long stalemate, Sun Leling probably felt that the atmosphere was not right. She tentatively took out a small tomato from the fruit plate and handed it over: "I'll only give you one!"

Zhao Yulin covered his face, a little painful, and said: "Do you think I didn't go find the driver? If you don't ask, people will think I want to drive away in your luxury car. Am I going to beat him up?"

A very cute expression suddenly appeared on Sun Leling's little face, quite like the popular funny expressions on the Internet, her eyes were curved like the moon and her pink lips were raised: "Beg me! If you beg me, I will ask him to give you the key."

Zhao Yulin's face darkened. It was impossible for him to beg her. He would never beg her in his life. Only by using some tricks could he maintain this life.

Thinking of the lies Yang Fan had told at school, Zhao Yulin simply went along with it and said, "It's up to you whether you give it or not. Yang Fan's cousin in the hospital needs to eat. Even though he has leukemia, I don't think he'll starve to death if he doesn't eat. Besides, leukemia isn't paralysis, so he should be able to get his own food, right?"

Then he patted his butt and sat back on the sofa, watching the show on TV leisurely, saying confidently, "Well, this girl has a good figure, but her waist is thick. "It's a little bit."

Sun Leling frowned, angrily turned off the mating scene of turtles in "Animal World" that was playing on TV, and said seriously: "How can you go back on your word? You promised Yang Fan to take care of the patient for him, but now you don't want to go. Is this the behavior of a medical student? You should be loyal to the person who entrusts you with a task, especially when the person is a young man with a serious illness in his prime. How can you bear it?"

Zhao Yulin raised his eyes lazily: "Then will you give me the car keys?"

"Humph!"

Sun Leling stomped her feet and strode out, without any trace of the dignified demeanor of a lady from a noble family. After a moment, she came back with a bunch of keys and threw them on the table.

Zhao Yulin took a quick look, picked out a relatively low-profile one, and went straight to the parking lot to pick up the car.

He had previously inspected the overall environment of the villa, including the garage, but at the time he was concerned with the safety and defensiveness of the building structure and did not notice the luxury toys placed in the garage.

At this moment, he was actually a little scared.

It was not that the luxury of these cars was amazing. Zhao Yulin had been to oil countries and seen the garages of super-rich people. No matter how luxurious the cars were, they could not scare him. But the garage in front of him was so full of variety!

A wide variety of steel handicrafts, from nanny cars to business cars, to various Bentley and Mercedes sedans and sports cars. In short, everything that should be there was there, and even things that shouldn't be there were there - there was a stroller that probably belonged to Sun Leling's baby period, as well as a walker, a four-wheeled bicycle, an electric stroller...

They were wiped very clean, but Zhao Yulin could feel the sense of age on them, and it seemed as if he saw Sun Chongyue's deep paternal love for his little princess.

"People who are loved by their father and mother are so lucky."

Zhao Yulin got into the Audi Q7 next to the bus, muttered thoughtfully, and then started the car and drove out of the parking lot that was only one train and one subway away from a great success.

The snack street at the North Gate of Yenching Medical College was crowded with people, and it seemed very popular among students.

Smelling the smell of squid, oden, meat buns and barbecue fumes, Zhao Yulin saw the sign of "Sihu Grilled Skewers" mentioned by Yang Fan on the phone, and squeezed through the crowd to see the little glasses standing at the door anxiously.

"Brother Yu!"

Seeing Zhao Yulin was like seeing the dawn. Yang Fan hurriedly came up to him: "Those people are inside, they are all drunk. I don't know if they fight well, but..."

"Don't worry!"

Zhao Yulin grabbed the thin and narrow shoulders of the boy wearing glasses, with a casual expression: "What you see as a catastrophe is a trivial matter in my eyes. The key point is to get all the negatives and backups of the photos. It's not a fight. Do you want to remind me of this?"

Yang Fan lowered his head, his face flushed with embarrassment, just like a little girl.

"Go in first, you just need to follow me for a while, don't pay attention to what they say or ask, if they start fighting, stand by my side, don't let them grab you as hostages." Zhao Yulin led him into the store.

Sun Leling called Yang Fan an honest man. As a classmate of two years, this name was quite appropriate. Zhao Yulin rarely saw anyone more honest than this guy. He looked so timid and didn't look like a rich second-generation.

"First, grill me 20 skewers of mutton, then 5 skewers of kidneys, 2 pounds of pork belly, and you can choose the vegetables. Oh, and one more Brave the World, half at room temperature and half frozen."

Zhao Yulin sat down leisurely in the store, took the bill and ordered skewers from the boss, stared at the anxious Yang Fan, "Why are you shaking so hard?"

The little glasses face suddenly turned red again, and hesitantly explained, "Brother Yu, don't get me wrong, I'm not scared, I'm shaking normally."

"Oh~ It's normal shaking." Zhao Yulin tilted his mouth with a smile.

"Hey, kid! Is the person you're waiting for here?"

There were all burly men at the next table, except for one who was skinny and bony, but from his aura he looked like the leader of the group. He had a sleek pot-shovel hairstyle, walked over with a Beijing accent, sat down familiarly and looked at Zhao Yulin: "Did you bring money?"

Zhao Yulin took a sip of the free buckwheat tea: "I have everything on me, but I have no money."

This was the truth. Before he came to Yanjing, Old Man Feng found a total of 52 yuan from under his quilt and shoe insoles, and he kept 6 yuan for himself to buy cigarettes, so all the belongings Zhao Yulin brought to Yanjing were 46 yuan plus a train ticket.

Sun Chongyue did transfer additional funds to him in the form of a bank card, but he had not had time to withdraw cash, otherwise Sun Leling would not have come out to pick him up in the morning.

Therefore, the only 46 yuan left on him was his lifeblood, and whoever touched it would die.

"No money?"

The dry monkey-like young man turned his eyes to Yang Fan again, and his eyes were as unfriendly as they could be: "Boy, are you kidding me for fun?"

Zhao Yulin shook the cup slowly, and the yellow tea in the cup swirled back and forth, reflecting a tough face full of sarcasm: "Brother, it's just a few indecent photos. You want to support me and support you useless people for four years, and you are still not satisfied? You are too greedy, be careful to die."

"Hehe!"

The skinny young man raised his arms like firewood sticks, wiped the water from his nose, and laughed: "Who the hell are you? You want to get involved in the affairs of the Bald Gang? Get out or not? If not, I'll call two hundred brothers to chop you into pieces and feed you to pigs."

Zhao Yulin turned his head and looked at the five or six strong men feasting at the next table. He smiled suddenly, his smile was particularly sunny and brilliant, but he didn't make a sound.

You fucking!

Aw~!!

He didn't make a sound, so someone else made a sound for him. The two sounds came from the same person.

The skinny young man knelt on the ground, blood oozing from his knees. Zhao Yulin held his index finger tightly and twisted it backwards, so his left arm began to bend in a weird way, and gradually, the whole arm was pressed against his back.

The scene was similar to the scene when I was a child playing Transformers and twisting my arms backwards, but it was not easy for the public to accept it when it was changed from a plastic doll to a human body. The

crisp sound of bones cracking during the process seemed to make the diners around a little creepy, and they fled away from the kebab shop.

"Tell me, are you a jerk?" Zhao Yulin's silent smile, like the spring breeze, turned into a cold and audible indifference: "You can point at me, but who told you that you can poke my head? Do you really think that I will give you face if I smile at you?"

The owner of the kebab shop was a little confused and hid in the counter. He didn't dare to chase the customers who ran away without paying the bill. As for the young man in front of him who looked like a Rakshasa, he beat six strong men with a belt and twisted their arms backwards. He didn't have the courage to persuade him.

Zhao Yulin suddenly turned his face to the counter, and the kebab owner met his eyes and trembled a few times. At this moment, this middle-aged man who lived in peacetime realized the meaning of an idiom.

That look was the real fierce god, the real evil.