Yan Zisong's face darkened, and he slashed Yao Jiabao's neck with a knife.
Even though the latter was not slow to react, he suddenly ducked down and was brushed aside, causing a sharp pain in the back of his head.
"Brother Zisong, please be serious!" Yao Jiabao complained, covering his neck.
"Don't talk to me about this in the future! Whoever says I'm in a hurry again!"
Yan Zisong pointed at Yao Jiabao and said seriously. After that, he found the car keys and walked to the parking lot.
Several people present looked at each other in confusion. Yao Jiabao rubbed his sore neck and muttered, "I won't sit next to him tonight. I have a grudge."
Song Shaofeng came up to gloat about his misfortune and comforted him, "Dabao, if Zisong really wants to punish you, there's no point hiding under the table."
Yao Jiabao grimaced and turned to Jiang Hailong, "Brother Long, is it okay if I can't go up tonight?"
"Ri, are you afraid of Zisong but not me?"
Jiang Hailong raised his eyes, and Yao Jiabao immediately changed his face to a more bitter one.
"Then I have to call my mother to prepare the Neptune Gold Bottle..."
When the spring flowers bloomed, Yan Zisong's life returned to its original track.
The matter of studying abroad has been finalized, and the schools in the United States have been contacted. Now I am just waiting for the official end of my high school career.
Since graduation was imminent, he obviously didn't have enough time.
In addition to groups of friends farewelling him, most of the remaining time was spent in the G.K. Alliance Game Plaza.
Just like autumn and winter that have passed away, spring will leave sooner or later, and when summer comes, everything will end.
Yan Zisong rarely comes to school recently. Firstly, there is no great need, and secondly, he himself has no intention to do so.
Several classmates with whom he usually had good relationships invited him to have a meal together. On such an afternoon, he unusually stayed until after school.
When a few people walked out of the door chatting and laughing, a few unexpected figures on the street occupied his sight.
It was Niu Si, with a few gangsters. Four or five of them were sitting side by side on the road directly opposite the Shengteng School gate, smoking.
Yan Zisong did not come closer. He nodded from a distance and walked away with the group of people.
He knew who Niu Si was waiting for. He even knew that the person Niu Si was waiting for was as tall as his shoulders and his birthday was on April 11th... But what's the use?
No matter how many times he helped her stop Niu Si, now he has been extinguished by that soft ball of cotton that cannot be patted or ignited!