On the side of the basketball court, Qin Yang sat on a long chair, leaning against the back of the chair, wearing headphones, and quietly listening to the English reading on his phone.

Not far ahead of Qinyang, Sun Xiaodong was wearing basketball jerseys and running on the basketball with a few people. With every move, his strong muscles were revealed, sweat flowing, and heat was unrestrained.

Qin Yang was forced to come by Sun Xiaodong. There was no class this afternoon. He was originally planning to lie on the bed in the dormitory to listen to English. Sun Xiaodong wanted to persuade Qin Yang to play basketball with him, but said that it was a waste not to play basketball at his height. Qin Yang declined, but finally agreed to accompany Sun Xiaodong to come down, and he thought it was going to get some air.

Just listen to English, bring your headphones, even if you are in the downtown area, it will not affect you when you are on the side of the basketball court.

Qin Yang is not disliked to play basketball, but for him, basketball has no technicality at all. His explosive body, powerful jumping power, and terrifying control of basketball make this originally intense and interesting competitive game boring.

If Qin Yang goes out to play basketball, he probably won’t have to play.

It has been a few days since the start of school. Qin Yang has gradually adapted to the current pace of life. There are no more guns and bullets, nor are there dangerous and powerful enemies. Here, there are only peaceful and comfortable life and youthful and energetic college students.

The English department is naturally mainly about learning English and improving professional English skills. Qin Yang was under a lot of pressure at the beginning because his foundation was too weak. Although the teacher may explain it in Chinese, it still sounds a bit difficult for the time being.

Fortunately, he is very free to study in college. He does not have three-day small exams and five-day big exams. At least before the final exam, Qin Yang still has a lot of time to catch up. He has received special training and has a much higher memory than ordinary people, it is not difficult to calm down and study.

A group of people walked past the concrete road next to the basketball court. Suddenly, one person stopped, looked at Qin Yang leaning on the bench, and whispered: "Brother An, look at that."

"Um?"

Liu An, who was following a young man with thin glasses, turned his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

The student pointed his chin at Qin Yang not far away and whispered: "It's that boy, Qin Yang..."

Liu An's brows trembled slightly, a little resentment flashed in his eyes, and his expression was slightly hesitant. Finally, he gritted his teeth and turned his head: "Don't pay attention to him, let's go!"

The young man with glasses turned his head, and the expression on Liu An's face all changed into his eyes. He followed Liu An's eyes and saw Qin Yang quietly sitting on the bench. He asked with interest: "What's wrong? I've suffered a loss?"

Liu An nodded: "The day the freshman started school a few days ago, I encountered it at 838 Bar and suffered a loss."

"Freshman?" The young man in glasses turned around with interest and looked at Qin Yang with unscrupulous eyes.

Liu An showed a little embarrassed look on his face, but when the other party asked, he had to answer again, and he could only answer embarrassedly: "Yes, from the English Department."

The young man in glasses narrowed his eyes slightly and reached out and pushed his glasses: "Freshman, it's interesting, one-on-one fight? Group fight?"

Liu An's face was a little more embarrassed: "There are five of us, he is alone, and we even used a knife... This guy is quite capable of fighting."

The young man with glasses lit up slightly: "Who is the origin?"

Liu An shook his head: "I don't know very well, I only know that he came to school from Yanjing."

The young man in glasses turned his head to look at Liu An, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Why, are you ready to bear it?"

Liu An nodded with a wry smile: "My little brothers alone can't beat him."

The young man with glasses suddenly reached out and patted Liu An on the shoulder: "You are with me and have done a lot of things for me. Now that I have suffered a loss, I, Zhang Kun, can't ignore it. Let's go with me and see what the other party is from first."

Liu An's eyes lit up, and then he felt two more uneasy: "Brother Kun, this is all caused by my private affairs, you..."

Zhang Kun, a young man in glasses, shook his head, stopped Liu An and continued to say, turning around and walking directly towards Qin Yang. Liu An could only follow quickly, but an uncontrollable excitement appeared in his heart.

Although Liu An also has a group of younger brothers around him, compared with Zhang Kun, he is only a small leader at most. He often helps Zhang Kun to retreat, do odd jobs, and do some dirty things. It is nothing in front of Zhang Kun.

In this world, wealthy and powerful people will never lack the most. Those who run errands are, so he does not even have the qualifications to ask Zhang Kun to avenge him. Of course, now that Zhang Kun is willing to take the initiative to propose it, that is naturally another matter.

Qin Yang was closing his eyes and listening quietly to English reading when he suddenly heard the footsteps of several people approaching, and then the footsteps stopped in front of him.

Qin Yang opened his eyes and saw a thin young man in his early twenties standing in front of him, looking down at him with a condescending look.

Qin Yang's eyes passed by the thin young man and fell on Liu An next to him, and his eyes suddenly narrowed two points.

Isn’t this the guy in the bar who wants to help Zhang Bin clean up his own?

"My name is Zhang Kun, a member of Shenglong Society Baiyin, Liu An is my person..."

Shenglong Club?

Isn’t this one of the two largest elite student clubs at Zhonghai University that He Tianfeng said to himself? It is said that the members are rich and powerful second-generation rich people or guys who cannot ignore their abilities.

Silver member?

This should be the membership level, right?

If there is silver, then there should be gold, or bronze, or maybe platinum?

Qin Yang turned his gaze back to Zhang Kun's face. The young man was in his early twenties and wearing a pair of black-framed glasses. He looked quite gentle, but his eyes were filled with unconcealed arrogance, so that he seemed to have a condescending look down.

Qin Yang pointed at Liu An: "Are you talking about him?"

Zhang Kun nodded and said, "Yes, I just heard that you had a conflict at 838 bar a few days ago, and you even beat them up..."

Qin Yang sat on the chair, as stable as Mount Tai, motionless, and had no intention of standing up at all. He asked with a calm expression: "Is there such a thing? Why, as their boss, do you want to apologize to me?"

Apologize?

What the hell?

Zhang Kun and the few people behind him were all stunned, and then they reacted, their eyes full of anger!

Boy, what is your attitude?

Do you know who you are talking to?

Looking for death, right?

A little coldness rose in Zhang Kun's eyes, but it disappeared immediately. He stared at Qin Yang, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"It's interesting, I heard you're pretty good at fighting?"

Qin Yang smiled and replied faintly: "It depends on whom to compare with."

Liu An, who was beside Zhang Kun, changed his face twice, and his eyes became angry and unkind.

MD, who are you comparing with?
Chapter completed!