Under the dim street lights, the green signs of Lanzhou Ramen Restaurant are stained with some smoky stains, full of the loneliness of the times.

After dinner, Fang Yan and others pushed open the glass door and walked out.

"Yanzi, then we're leaving. You really don't consider going to the Internet cafe with us for a few games?

Anyway, tomorrow is National Day, and the study will not be bad for the night."

"No, I can't let go, so that guy has a chance to turn over."

He was worried about Lin Qingqing, but Fang Yan didn't understand what he said.

But Fatty Wu still understood it instantly. He was all brothers who had been playing for so long, and his emotions and personality were not hidden. Who knew who they were.

Fangyan is just a hyena.

He holds a lot of grudges when playing games. Whoever offended him, he will kill the man when he gets the chance, biting him tightly and never letting go.

As for who offended him during this period, I don’t need to say that I know.

"Okay, see you after National Day."

The fat man sighed and said with a complicated look.

Unlike usual, he was a little unfavorable to dialect this time. Jian Xiangyang gave him a very strange feeling today, that is, he was not as easy to mess with as he had shown in the past.

As a brother, he is still a little worried about dialect, so he doesn't have to play hard and get himself into it.

But now Fang Yan looks like he is addicted to it, he knows that he is thankless to speak, so he opened his mouth and finally changed the words he says.

...

Fang Yan didn't know what his brother was thinking, and was addicted to revenge on Jian Xiangyang. After each said goodbye, he took the initiative to send Lin Qingqing to school.

After a meal, he deceived Jian Xiangyang again and believed that Jian Xiangyang would come to find her. After sweeping away the haze, Lin Qingqing, who was in a much better mood, had a sarcastic smile on the corner of Fang Yan's mouth.

Does Jian Xiangyang's vision not look very good?

When he thought that Jian Xiangyang would become embarrassed and humble for Lin Qingqing, he couldn't help laughing happily.

Even looking at the ever-dark sky in the dark night in this city feels pleasing to the eye.

Fang Yan casually inserted his hands into his pockets, whistling and walking towards his home in the cool wind of the night.

Unlike Jian Xiangyang, Fang dialect is a day student. He stopped attending evening self-study at school a long time ago.

Because when Fangyan's academic master system issued some plug-ins for him, it was not convenient to operate in school, Fangyan completed the daytime procedures very early.

His home is also quite close to the school and crosses three streets in a straight line. At this time, at 7 or 8 o'clock, the streets were full of traffic and pedestrians were passing by.

As always, Fangyan did not have the habit of walking around the road, and just walked into the alley where there were fewer people and turned around.

"There are smokes and the wine is dry. Please be considerate of me. I don't have a good alcohol tolerance, so don't dig a hole for me..."

Fangyan hummed the song, lit the flashlight and walked in the dimly lit alley.

When passing by a dark alley, Fang Yan felt that suddenly his eyes turned black, and his whole head and upper body were trapped by something.

After a strong pull, a burst of stuffy pain came from his abdomen, which made him breathe in a cold breath.

"Who? Who are you! Let me go!"

But before he could finish his words, he was pulled by an irresistible force with something trapped by him.

My mouth was so painful that it was worn by a rough texture, and my nose and mouth were squeezed and twisted, so I couldn't breathe.

The words that had not been finished had to stop, leaving only the irritating hesitation voices.

On the dark night, the alleys were silent, and the disrepaired cameras had long been scrapped.

There was no trace of anger in the alley that was so quiet that it was panicking, only the foggy and struggling starlight barely providing the light of night vision.

Jian Xiangyang was slender and fair as if he had carefully carved artworks by God. It was so exquisite that it made people feel that only pens and paper could match it. He was holding a corner of the sack and pulling it.

Under the bright moonlight, the hands looked even more white and shiny. It seemed that they didn't use much force, but Fang Yan, who had used all his strength to struggle desperately, could not even struggle.

Xiangyang's pupils reflected the distorted dialect face from the sack with a slight starlight.

The fingers gently stroked the outline of the cheeks under the sack, with a very gentle force. When the dialect suffocated, the muscles instinctively twitched and hopped slightly.

But there was a calmness in my eyes. My dark eyes seemed to be darker and deeper than the endless night, and there was a look that was invisible to people.

The expression on his face was cold and calm.

Without answering Fang Yan's words, his other hand slowly clenched into a fist, and suddenly punched Fang Yan's abdomen with the sound of explosion, and punched him with one punch, punching him with another punch.

"I won't let you go... um um um um... pu... hiss, I'm giving the old thief's lamp holder (you wait for me)... ha... ha... ha..."

Fang Yan cursed silently through the sack, while gasping for effort, his face became redder and more difficult to breathe.

Seeing that the dialect mouth on the top of the sack was already stained with saliva, the muscles bulging on the cheeks below the surface of the sack were twitching more and more.

Seeing that it was about to reach the verge of suffocation, Xiangyang controlled time at the last moment and let go of his hand.

"Cough... Cough cough! I'm raising a bitch, I'll kill you, don't let me know who you are, I'll kill you!"

"I'm so numb, you're a dog..."

The dialect of re-respiring fresh air in the airway was breathing heavily.

The worn throat was extremely painful and itchy under the cold wind. Fang Yan coughed desperately for a while. He was so young that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was swearing out all kinds of swearing out as soon as he recovered.

He tried desperately to pull the sack that had been tied to death on his head, and kicked the surroundings in disorderly manner like crazy.

Xiangyang looked indifferent, turned his body slightly, raised his leg and slashed him horizontally, knocking him to the ground.

He held his glasses and his expression did not change at all. He still didn't make a sound. He picked up a stick as thick as an arm from the ground.

Without caring about Fangyan's movement of struggling to get up from the ground, he just put his hands in his pocket and held the stick in the other hand and watched quietly and waited.

Waiting for Fang Yan to sway and rub it, he came to him while cursing...

Xiangyang slowly...relaxed the stick.

"Bang bang bang..."

The blunt sound of sticks hitting people's bodies in the dark alley was heard, mixed with depression and the unpleasant curses of young people.

Xiangyang controlled the force and picked it up and beat it in a very painful place, but it was not fatal.

ps: Chapter 2 at 10 o'clock. Thank you for the reward of 500 starting coins from Pangmo Heiyu (mustard seed giant), just like the reward of 500 starting coins from the past ~ Thank you Duck (*°?°)=3
Chapter completed!