"What misunderstanding? Where is the misunderstanding? Now that I think of her, I want to beat her to death..."

Chu Hao and the others finally snatched the dying Chen Weichao from Chen Qiang's hands and escorted him back to the depths of the school.

Escaping from Chen Qiang's sight and finding a shady place, Chen Weichao stuck out his tongue and said fearfully:

"I'll beat your lungs out. Next time I'll replace you, I won't be considered a villain even if I'm beaten to death. I almost got strangled to death by this country bumpkin, Old Mother Diurei..."

Zhao Yong chuckled and said:

"Didn't you ask yourself to play the villain? Beep, beep, beep, beep, how about it? Is this villain enough for you?"

"No, Fourth Brother, you are playing with me. We agreed that I would be a villain and had to fight with the opponent for three hundred rounds before he was taken down. Why did he get caught as soon as he came up? If he knew that the other party was a bad guy, then

Big guy, I won’t even fight you. What a bullshit script this is. I want to complain to the unscrupulous director for harming conscientious actors..."

Yang Zhiming spoke with a Hunan accent, smiled and comforted:

"Hey, you little comrade, wasn't your ideological consciousness very high just now? Why has your thinking started to decline again now? Do you need to hit a big tree to educate you?"

Sun Jianping curled his lips and said:

"Isn't it just to play a villain? Look at the person who has wronged you. For such a pretentious person like you, I think Brother Yang is right. How about you hit the big tree tonight? You can't make a good thing if you don't polish it. This guy

If you don’t hit me, you’re ignorant...”

Listening to a few people starting to make jokes again, Wang Xu was also having fun beside him, Chu Hao waved his hands helplessly and said:

"Okay, let's go out quickly. We should follow what we discussed before. Chaozi, you should go back to class now. Remember to tell Xu Youwei and ask her to bring Hu Meiru over after school in the afternoon..."

As a result, several people left the school again. With leave requests from professional teachers and Sun Jianping's previous bribes, the old guard was too lazy to pay attention to them.

Chen Qiang was waiting anxiously at the school gate, watching the sun gradually set to the west, with big beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

When he thought of his wife and that bitch, he wanted to break through the door and beat the bitch to death.

Seeing Chu Hao and others coming out as scheduled, Chen Qiang seemed to see hope and hurriedly greeted him:

"Good brother, what do you mean by misunderstanding before? How could this be a misunderstanding? I personally saw my wife and that man walking side by side. The two were talking, and the man wanted to hold my wife's hand.

If it doesn't matter, how could he behave like this? Yesterday, when he pressed the man's hand with a hammer, he kept saying that his wife was his girlfriend and that they were a couple. This country bumpkin didn't deserve to be with her.

Hungry wife and daughter-in-law together..."

Listening to Chen Qiang's endless questions, Chu Hao's head got big. He patted Chen Qiang on the shoulder, telling him to calm down, and said with a sincere smile:

"Brother, don't worry, let's not hang around at the school gate. Let's go and find a place to eat and chat. You have helped us a lot. We must treat you to this meal. Also, when we took the grandson back just now,

By the way, I want to learn more about your situation. Let me tell you, you probably misunderstood this matter. Don’t rush to refute me. Listen to me and you will understand..."

Chen Qiang had no choice but to swallow the words in his throat and lick his chapped lips.

Only then did he realize that he had not eaten for two days and two nights, and the tortillas he had brought on the green truck had long been eaten.

There were dozens of dollars in my arms, but they were reserved for my daughter-in-law, although part of the money was also a monthly subsidy sent back by my daughter-in-law.

He was reluctant to spend a penny. He originally wanted to wait until he met his wife, so he followed her to the university cafeteria. His wife said that there was free soup in the university, so he kept going.

In 1984, although there was no nearby university, a few decades later, a university town was formed with college students as the center and a one-stop entertainment, leisure, food and drink, and some restaurants were opened.

Most of the bosses are locals, have certain connections, and have obtained formal business licenses.

It's just that the hotel's facade doesn't dare to be too ostentatiously decorated. It's usually just one or two private houses facing the street, with a cement floor inside, white walls, a dozen sets of tables, chairs and benches, and a plaque hanging outside. That's it.

Of course, there are hotels in the capital with extremely antique and high-end decorations. The bosses have a very solid backstage, and the VIPs they entertain are not ordinary people.

Chu Hao and the others chose an old Yanjing fried noodle restaurant nearby. It wasn't that Chu Hao was stingy and didn't reveal his wealth, but that everyone discussed this matter together and worked together, so naturally the restaurant was evenly split.

They are all poor students. They don't have a few cents in their hands, and they have to send money back home even if they save money on weekdays. Naturally, they save whatever they can.

The business of this fried noodle shop is very good, probably because there are few restaurant owners, so customers have no choice.

Chu Hao took a look at the menu. In addition to fried noodles, there are also cold noodles, fried noodles, shaved noodles and a bunch of other types of noodles.

The price was affordable and within everyone's affordability. After sitting down, Chu Hao called the waiter to take his order.

Chu Hao didn't want to eat fried noodles anymore, so he ordered a bowl of fried noodles. Zhao Yong and Sun Jianping thought it was hot, so they ordered cold noodles, and specifically asked them to add more bean sprouts and cucumber shreds to make them spicy.

Yang Zhiming and Wang Xu ordered sliced ​​noodles. Yang Zhiming is from Hunan, so naturally it is spicy. Wang Xu is from Jincheng and asked for more vinegar.

Chen Qiang's butt felt like a thorn. He rubbed it uneasily on the greasy bench. He read the menu prices several times and finally ordered a small bowl of fried noodles. Chu Hao smiled and waved his hand:

"Brother, you are such a big guy. A small bowl is not enough for you. Why don't you get a big bowl?"

Before Chen Qiang could refuse, Chu Hao had already ordered the waiter to place the order.

A few people chatted and briefly introduced themselves to each other. Chen Qiang saw that the five of them were all college students, and he was just a farmer, with a slight inferiority complex on his face.

However, after chatting more with the five people, Chen Qiang's inner restraint gradually relaxed.

He found that these five people were not like the technical secondary school students he had met before, who all held their heads high and looked at people through their nostrils. When the village secretary saw others, he always greeted them with a smile and was very arrogant.

Although his wife is a college student, she got along well with many people when she joined the team in the village.

I don’t know why, but the attitude of the people in the village towards her is not as enthusiastic as towards the technical secondary school students. Instead, many old ladies say that her daughter-in-law has gone to college and must be dishonest in hooking up with men in college...

Chu Hao and the other five college students gave Chen Qiang the same feeling as the brothers in his village who worked together in the fields.

Chu Hao was responsible for provoking the topic, while Zhao Yong liked to speak civilized people and talk civilized things, but in the end, every word was barren.

Yang Zhiming looks about the same age as himself, calm and generous, and often laughs and listens without saying a word.

The one named Sun Jianping likes to blurt out a few quotations from time to time. As for Wang Xu, who is sitting next to him, he seems to be a younger brother among these people.

Soon, everyone's noodles were served one after another. Chu Hao saw that Chen Qiang could no longer bear it. In order to achieve the psychological effect of delayed emotions, he smiled and mixed the oily noodles as wide as his trouser belt:

"Brother Qiang, this man is a man of iron rice and steel. If he doesn't eat even one meal, he will be starving. All the brothers will be starved. After the meal, I promise to give you a satisfactory explanation..."

"No, I'm hungry but I can't figure out why my wife..."

Chen Qiang was about to pour out his bitterness again, and what he heard in response was the uniform sound of noodles slurping.

This voice made me hungry. Chen Qiang swallowed hard, thinking that being hungry was not a problem. If he started fighting with that bastard later, it would be embarrassing if he got hit back.
Chapter completed!