Thirteen years ago, the young man in the flower shop had not grown a straight beard, and Dou Xun was just a second-year transfer student who hated the world.

And Xu Xilin, whether he admits it or not, he is indeed a real naughty kid——

"Go as you go." Xu Xilin kicked their dog away with his toes, snatched the school bag from the dog's mouth, and stuffed back the cigarette case that exposed a corner of the bag.

The dog probably smelled something and howled at him hysterically.

The dog's name is "Doudou", and he is a crossbreed. At a glance, it seems that he has multiple ancestry, such as a fox dog, a shepherd dog, and a Chinese pastoral dog. He is a small hybrid in every sense of the word.

There is a saying that "people are divided into three, six or nine grades, and dogs are loyal, traitorous, virtuous and foolish." Doudou, he is the weakest among dogs. This evil beast is good at bullying and provoking. Xu Xilin is so annoyed by it that he hates it every day.

You can't strangle it secretly: "You are there everywhere, but you can't control it leniently."

It's a pity that someone in the family supports this poor dog.

As soon as it called, the grandmother in the room said: "Xiao Lin, are you bullying Doudou again?"

"How dare I?" Xu Xilin put on his backpack, "Grandma, I went to school."

"Leaving so early?" A middle-aged woman ran out of the kitchen. When she saw Xu Xilin's attire, she immediately started making a fuss and shouted, "Why aren't you wearing a down jacket? What are you wearing underneath? Are you wearing autumn clothes?"

Sora, pull away and take a look."

This is Aunt Du, the nanny hired by his family. She has a close relationship with Xu Xilin's mother. It is said that in terms of seniority, Xu Xilin has to call her "cousin". He zips up his coat helplessly.

He opened it, quickly pulled it on, turned around and ran away: "Put it on, I have something to do at school, bye, aunt."

Aunt Du's eyes were sharper than needles. When she saw that he was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt under his thin coat, she immediately roared behind him: "Come back! You're not wearing any long johns, are you? You're acting like this in the cold weather."

Piao, watch if I turn around and tell your mother!"

Xu Xilin ran very fast and disappeared beyond her words in a blink of an eye.

Really, who's 28-year-old handsome guy wears long johns?

The school started class at 2:20 in the afternoon, and students were required to arrive at school at 2:00. It was less than 1:30, so Xu Xilin went downstairs to look around, waved for a taxi, and went to "Yuebanwan" with a schoolbag on his back to give the soft Chinese to the school.

People give gifts.

"Yuebanwan" is a local entertainment venue. Although its operation is relatively formal, there are still many erotic "urban legends" circulating. It is also one of the prohibited places in the code of conduct for middle school students. Xu Xilin supported the driver all the way.

He hesitated to speak and looked at her with condemnation, so he had no choice but to pretend he didn't see it.

Xu Xilin has an eldest brother named Song Lianyuan. When Song Lianyuan was a child, his family received a lot of favor from Xu Xilin, so every year or festival, he would bring some things to Xu's house to have a look. Rain or shine, he regarded himself as half of Xu Xilin's elder brother. Follow

The eldest brother didn't have to be so outspoken, but Song Lianyuan wasn't the only one to help this time. Xu Xilin couldn't let eldest brother Song owe others a favor.

What happened this time was because of his deskmate.

Xu Xilin's deskmate is named Cai Jing. He is very talented. His composition exercises are often submitted to the Chinese teacher. He has a good personality. He is generous every time he gets paid for his contributions. He will buy drinks for the classmates who usually help him - that's it.

His life was not good. His parents died early and he was entrusted to his uncle's family. The uncle ate, drank, whored and gambled, and his wife kicked him with her children. Cai Jing had nowhere else to go, so he had to live with his uncle and take advantage of the holidays.

Do odd jobs, or write some short articles with Chinese teachers, and earn some pocket money to survive.

But recently he can't even make do, because his bastard uncle owes loan sharks.

The debt collector couldn't stop the real owner, so he called a few hooligans to stop Cai Jing near No. 6 Middle School every day. The boys in the class were in groups of three or five and took turns accompanying him every day. But it was not an option to keep him company all the time. Cai Jing was on weekends

He didn't even dare to leave the house. He finally found a McDonald's that was willing to arrange weekend shifts for him, but now he can't go either.

Xu Xilin thought about it and felt that the gangster issue could only be solved through gangster methods, so he spent his own money to move out his senior gangster Brother Song.

After such a trip, Xu Xilin was already late when he arrived at school.

Less than two weeks after school started, students are generally still immersed in winter vacation and New Year's money. There are many day students in No. 6 Middle School, and some are late at noon every day. As a result, the classroom discipline in the first class in the afternoon is extremely poor and very shameful.

Therefore, the school sent a teacher to guard the door at noon every day. Anyone who entered the school after the preparation bell at two o'clock would be locked outside and deducted points for examination. Not only would they catch those who were late, but they would also catch the boys who dressed in strange clothes and the girls who had disheveled hair. Many girls would prepare a

Wear a hair cap and tie a loose ponytail before entering the school gate. After "passing the test", you can reach out and lick it out to reveal your original shape.

"No receipt, thank you." Xu Xilin grabbed his empty schoolbag and jumped out of the car. He took a closer look and saw that there was already a row of unlucky people standing in front of the school, queuing up to register their class names.

At this time, it would be too stupid to just run into him and get arrested. Xu Xilin took advantage of the fat-bellied grade director's lecture and sneaked to the west side of the school gate - there was no wall there, only a row of iron fences as high as a person.

Young Master Xu seemed to have mastered the magic of climbing over walls. He stretched out his hand and hoisted himself up. He jumped over the fence with great skill, and his trousers did not even touch the tip of the iron fence. He landed so lightly that even the wild cats wandering around the school could not help but admire it.

He straightened his coat and walked across the playground in a swagger. He was far away and waved to the group of people queuing up at the door waiting for points to be deducted. Unexpectedly, he was so happy that he suddenly felt sad. The grade director just turned around. Xu Xilin reacted very quickly and ran away.

The grade director narrowed his eyes and looked at Xu Xilin's back, and asked doubtfully: "What happened to that student?"

The dead Taoist friends at the door were not dead, and they betrayed the man who had just shown off in unison: "Jump over the wall-"

Unorganized and undisciplined! How outrageous!

After hearing this, the grade director was stunned for a moment, then became furious and roared at the top of his lungs: "Stop! Which class are you from!"

Xu Xilin flew close to the ground like a tornado, thinking in his heart: "It took two hundred and fifty to stop."

At this time, on the east side of the second floor of the teaching building, Dou Xun was wandering around boredly with his pocket in his pocket. His father was exchanging compliments with the female teacher who had spilled three kilograms of toilet water. He was very irritable and had no expectations for his future campus life.

, and wanted to find a cigarette to smoke, so I slipped out to find a secluded toilet.

As he passed the long corridor, he saw a few boys in sportswear gathered there, probably athletes who had just finished training. They had a close connection with Dou Xun, and they were also sharing cigarettes in the secluded corridor.

One of them suddenly stretched his neck and looked out, and poked the person next to him with his elbow: "Hey, Wu Tao, look at that... why does it look a little like Xu Tuanzuo in your class?"

Ban Cuntou, named Wu Tao, stuck his head out of the window and saw Xu Xilin running towards him. Perhaps sensing his gaze, Xu Xilin raised his head and blew a kiss to the person upstairs without even looking up.

He rushed back and rushed into the teaching building on one side.

After a while, the spherical figure of the dean came belatedly, and shouted in a raised voice: "Stop!"

The bad boys secretly sharing cigarettes burst into laughter: "Awesome!"

Dou Xun watched such a farce and thought to himself: "Don't you have enough brains to use your voice? It's so noisy."

He put on his earphones indifferently, pushed open the door and entered the small bathroom at the end of the corridor, closed the door of the innermost cubicle, and slowly took out a cigarette while listening to Linkin Park in the earphones.

After finishing, Dou Xun flicked the cigarette ashes and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, as soon as he pushed the door of the compartment open a crack, he heard a burst of chaotic footsteps from outside, and then only heard a "bang", and a person flew sideways.

When he came in, his back hit the radiator in the corner of the bathroom. The man didn't even scream. He let out a brief "uh" sound in his throat, his limbs twitched a few times, and he couldn't get up after falling.

This boy was wearing the white uniform of No. 6 Middle School. He had a sallow complexion and thin muscles, and the corners of his clothes were yellowed, as if they could not be washed out after being washed in water many times. He was also holding a tattered cloth schoolbag in his hand.

The boys who were making a lot of noise outside just now came in, a leader and two followers. The one named "Wu Tao" crossed his arms on his chest and leaned against the door to look out for the wind.

Dou Xun's pupils shrank slightly and his steps stopped.

The leader squatted down, tilted his head and looked at the struggling man on the ground, then picked up the boy's hair, picked him up, then reached out and patted his face, and asked: "Are these brothers treating you well?

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The boy was so trembling that he could not speak.

The leader slapped the boy's face several times in succession, one to compare with the other, and finally slapped him: "I haven't provoked you, have I? I haven't provoked you, have I? You said that last night we were playing two cards?

It took less than ten fucking minutes in total, which grandson recruited the old bastard in charge of the dormitory? Huh?"

The boy who was picked up held his neck hard, trying to relieve the pain on his scalp. The muscles in his neck came to the surface in a jittery state: "No...it's not me!"

The leader sneered, suddenly grabbed his hair and bumped him against the radiator, hitting him four or five times: "Who are you, me?"

Wu Tao at the door suddenly interrupted and said coldly: "Class is about to start, hurry up."

This sentence was like an order. Several people who were watching the excitement gathered around and kicked the boy one after another. After beating him for a while, he asked him "Is it you?" Finally, the boy

Unable to bear it, he admitted incoherently and incoherently. Only then did the perpetrators seem to have finally completed the interrogation.

"Just admit it, don't worry, I'll take care of you later - let's go first."

After saying that, as the bell rang to prepare for class, the group of young thugs dispersed. It took a long time for the boy who was beaten to stagger up. He reached out and touched the nosebleed on his face, lowered his head and bowed his shoulders.

He went under the faucet, turned on a thin stream of water, and carefully rubbed the cuffs of his school uniform that had just been rubbed on the floor. His hands were a little unable to hold the cuffs and were trembling all the time.

Then he sniffed sharply - he wasn't crying, but his nose was bleeding.

He smoothed the wet corners of his clothes and walked out indifferently.

It wasn't until it was quiet outside for a long time that Dou Xun quietly came out of the cubicle. He glanced at the nosebleeds dripping on the ground and stretched out his foot to crush away the condensed blood drops.
Chapter completed!