"Brother Qiao, why don't we avoid his sharp edge first? He won't always be at odds with us. Just stay out of the limelight for a few days and this matter will be over."
Zhou Cheng was very worried about what harm Jiang Qiao would suffer, so he kept trying to persuade him.
But Jiang Qiao didn't have any trouble in his heart, he just felt a little funny.
With the magic bonus, he didn't care at all about threats and beatings such as school bullying.
It's like adults watching kindergarten children playing around.
I can burn him with just one big fireball and save the cost of the crematorium, okay?
Moreover, even without using magic, Jiang Qiao feels that his physical fitness has increased rapidly after being nourished by elemental elves in these days.
Clenching his hands, he felt that his fists were full of power.
However, I can still convince people.
If the child really doesn't listen to the advice, then he can only forcefully educate him for a while.
"What are you afraid of? This is a society governed by law. If he dares to hit someone, I will pick up the car the next day." Jiang Qiao said calmly.
"Brother Qiao, don't go, he has no bottom line."
"Hiss—you're right."
It’s true, if others don’t have a bottom line, how can the great flowers of our motherland not have a bottom line?
Well, we can only... find a place without surveillance to educate him. Jiang Qiao said silently in his heart.
…
Nine o'clock, evening self-study after school.
Jiang Qiao walked with Zhou Cheng as usual.
When they reached the school gate, they suddenly stopped.
At the foot of the steps, outside the bustling crowd, stood an unknown electric car and a pair of yellowed white trailers.
The boy in slippers shaved his hair, leaned against the electric car, and took a puff of cigarette skillfully.
There was obviously a vacant space around him, and the students were reluctant to pass by him.
He also saw Jiang Qiao, but his face was expressionless.
"Brother Qiao, that's him!" Zhou Cheng trembled, "I didn't expect him to actually chase him to the school gate..."
For ordinary students like Zhou Cheng, those delinquent gangsters who drop out of school, smoke and fight are usually far away.
However, the further away they were, the more fear grew in Zhou Cheng and the others' hearts.
"Brother Qiao, let's take a detour, it's very late." Zhou Cheng said, his voice obviously getting softer.
"Chengzi, you go back first, I have to go to the stationery store over there to buy something." Jiang Qiao smiled.
"Brother Qiao..."
"It's okay, I won't force it on him, I know what to do."
"Okay then, I'll leave first, you must pay attention."
Jiang Qiao nodded and walked down the steps step by step.
When he was about to walk down the steps, he looked back and saw Zhou Cheng still standing there looking at him.
Jiang Qiao continued to walk forward, pretending not to see the short-haired boy and passing him by.
When Jiang Qiao passed a certain position, the silent boy with a short hair spoke, but it was a sentence that was beyond Jiang Qiao's expectation:
"You'd better stay away from Cheng Ruoxi."
Jiang Qiao stopped.
The short-haired mopman lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette, smoke rings swirling around him.
The next second, a pair of iron-like hands grabbed his collar and lifted it sharply.
His feet were floating and could not touch the ground. The short-haired young man panicked, and the half-finished cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.
How could that seemingly frail student have such terrifying strength?
Moreover, he had no ability to resist at all. In front of Jiang Qiao, he felt like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.
"Tell me again, what's wrong with Cheng Ruoxi?" Jiang Qiao's face was expressionless, but waves of turbulent waves were already rising in his heart.
Dragons have reverse scales, and those who touch them will die. Cheng Ruoxi is one of the few reverse scales he has, and it is the most important one.
"Let...let me go." The short-haired young man suppressed his face and blushed. The tightly grasped collar was stuck around his neck, and he was almost speechless.
Jiang Qiao was unmoved and held him in his arms and lifted him up a little more.
"I...I said!" Na Cuntou finally couldn't bear it any longer. How could a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old have ever seen such a battle?
Jiang Qiao put him down and looked at him calmly.
The night is getting darker and there are no more people on the street outside the school.
Inn Tou was breathing heavily, not looking as leisurely as before.
"Zhu Guanhua said that Cheng Ruoxi is the goal he wants to pursue, so that others should stay away from her."
Chun Tou gradually regained his breath and glanced at Jiang Qiao with some fear:
"Especially you... Zhu Guanhua didn't know where he found out that a man named Jiang Qiao pesters Cheng Ruoxi every day."
"He won't make things easier for you if he puts down his harsh words... That's why I'm here to remind you."
I pester Cheng Ruoxi every day? Jiang Qiao felt a little funny and a little surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that this gangster-looking person actually came to remind him kindly.
The short-haired young man paused and then said:
"His family is very rich and powerful, and he often associates with gangsters outside the school... You'd better not mess with him."
"You really do everything you can to achieve your goals..." Jiang Qiao sighed, and then asked:
"Are you also with that Zhu Guanhua?"
The short-haired young man was silent for a while, and then whispered: "I'm just here to remind you to hide if you can. The rest has nothing to do with me."
"Anyway, you'd better not provoke him."
Chun Tou dropped these words, got on the electric bike, twisted the handle with both hands, and walked away like smoke, disappearing into the night.
Jiang Qiao stood there for a long time until Zhou Cheng ran to his side.
"Brother Qiao! He didn't do anything to you, right?" Zhou Cheng looked worried.
"No, he came to deliver a letter to me."
Zhou Cheng was a little confused: "Sending a letter?"
…
There were few people on the subway at night, so Jiang Qiao and Zhou Cheng chose a corner seat to sit down.
"Brother Qiao, if it's really Zhu Guanhua, you'll be in trouble." Zhou Cheng looked serious.
"Brother Qiao, did you know that there is a noble class in No. 1 Middle School?"
Jiang Qiao nodded, he had indeed heard of it.
Today, when educational resources are very scarce and concentrated, No. 1 Middle School is almost a holy place in the hearts of parents and students.
It is difficult for ordinary people to get in through the exam, but in addition to the exam channel, No. 1 Middle School also opened a class in the name of loan students.
Of course, among students, it also has another name, Noble Class.
Families that can send their children to this class must, firstly, be very, very rich, and secondly...
"Zhu Guanhua, the boss of that noble class, I heard he even slapped the teacher!"
Zhou Cheng kept talking: "Moreover, it is said that he is also in contact with some gangsters outside the school, and often takes them to eat, drink and have fun."
"Because of this, few people in No. 1 Middle School dare to mess with him, and even the teachers don't want to have anything to do with him."
Those gangsters outside the school are the most difficult to control. They usually don't commit any serious crimes, but they blackmail students who are easy to bully, and occasionally get into fights.
Moreover, if you commit a crime, you will be locked up and educated for two days at most.
However, what ordinary students fear most is this kind of inactive maggot.
"Brother Qiao...if you don't let me go and talk to him, I'll get a beating at most, and maybe he'll be fine."
Zhou Cheng plucked up the courage and said: "Damn Zhu Guanhua, how amazing is he with two filthy rich people? He still dares to harass my goddess Cheng Ruoxi..."
"Go!" Jiang Qiao scolded with a smile, "What about your goddess... Don't worry, isn't it easy for your brother Qiao to deal with simple-minded gangsters like him?"
