It is close to the bridge on Qingshui Street and covers a wide area.
Venomous Scorpion is the most capable thug in Qinglong Bar. He is very famous in this street because he is risking his life. Most people are afraid of him, so few people in the bar dare to cause trouble.
I was sitting in the lounge inside the bar and just lit a cigarette and took a bite.
"Bang--"
The door was opened.
Poisonous Scorpion looked up casually and saw a white vest.
He was standing behind a young girl.
"Oh, Master Mao." It was obvious that he knew Bai Shiqi, but he called him Master Mao, but his tone was not very respectful. Poisonous Scorpion looked directly at the girl behind him, "Are you here to honor me?
Haha, don’t worry, Mr. Mao, I will definitely support you in front of your godfather!"
Looking at him in the white vest is like looking at his former self.
Bai Zian slowly approached.
Poisonous Scorpion was stunned for a moment, then with a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand towards Bai Qian, "Young Master Mao, the person you chose is pretty good..."
"Bang--"
He and his stool were kicked to the ground, and a bone in his chest was broken.
The poisonous scorpion frowned, endured the pain, got up, and punched Bai Qian in the face!
Bai Qian didn't even move, he only raised his hand and calmly caught Venomous Scorpion's punch in his shocked eyes.
The moon-white skirt swayed gently.
"Kacha——"
The sound of broken finger joints was heard.
"You want to die——"
With a "bang" sound, he was hit hard to the ground by Bai Zian again!
Poisonous Scorpion had never seen such a perverted scene before. He looked at Bai Qian in horror.
The terrain at the border between the two countries is complicated. How can someone without some skills survive?
His skills can be said to be very good. In fact, few people know that when he was trying to make a career in the world, the FBI had nothing to do with him, so he was favored by the bar owner.
As the top thug in Qinglong Bar, even the No. 1 move in the fighting arena requires a lot of effort!
The poisonous scorpion exhales more and takes in less air. He lies on the ground and cannot get up. "Have I ever offended you?"
He was considered smart, and he was able to live so long with such arrogance, simply because he offended people who were not worth mentioning. The girl in front of him could squeeze him like a steamed bun, and she was definitely not an unknown person.
He didn't know how he provoked her?
Bai Qian still held a slender cigarette in her other hand, and the hazy smoke wrapped around her face.
She walked slowly to Poisonous Scorpion, wearing gray embroidered shoes with an inconspicuous footprint on her feet. The embroidered color was pink peonies, layered on top, elegant and luxurious.
She stepped on the poisonous scorpion's right hand with her embroidered shoe with footprints, narrowed her eyes and asked in a warm voice: "Is the embroidery good?"
So polite.
The venomous scorpion that had been so arrogant before was now lying next to Bai Li's shoes. Even though his chest hurt every time he breathed, he still tried hard to wipe the dust on Bai Li's embroidered shoes with his hands.
He raised his head and smiled flatteringly at her: "Okay, okay, the embroidery is very good..."
Bai Xian lowered her head, and the shadow cast by her eyelashes covered the haze under her eyes.
She raised her feet and said, "It's really good..."
"Bang--"
Another kick.
Kicked the poisonous scorpion hard in the chest.
The poisonous scorpion was kicked against the wall.
Bai Zian adjusted his sleeves slowly.
She looked away and said coldly: "But it's dirty."
The man in the white vest squatted next to Poisonous Scorpion and kindly reminded him, "You said it's not good for you to offend someone. If you have to kick her grandpa's stall, you ask her if she dares? Do you think she dares?"
"Remember to respect the elderly and love the young."
The sound in the bar was deafening.
A group of men in black were waiting at the door. The leader twitched his lips when he saw the poisonous scorpion slumped against the wall.
God, you made a very vicious person respect the old and love the young.
They glanced at Bai Qian with fear, and then said to Bai Zhi: "Young Master Mao, the boss wants you to go to the conference room."
"I'll tell my godfather." Bai Shit nodded casually.
Bai Zian leaned back on the bar and tapped his fingers lazily on the table, "Xiao Bai."
The man in the white vest immediately stepped forward and ordered her a glass of wine: "...Sister, my surname is Mao."
"Oh, Xiao Mao," Bai Zian nodded lazily, "Thank you for today, but I won't drink. I'm going back."
"Sister, don't you want to play for a while?"
Bai Qian took out a wooden hairpin and pulled up her hair slowly, her eyebrows downcast and relaxed: "No, I will have class at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
White vest, no, Mao Kun: "...?"
Next to me, there was a younger brother who saw Bai Qian for the first time and couldn't help but blush.
Classmate Xiao Mao became anxious when he saw it and slapped him hard on the head: "What are you looking at? Ah? What are you looking at? Whatever thoughts you have, just keep them in your womb!"
**
Qingshui Street.
It was a dark and windy night, so Bai Qian took out his headphones and memorized English words.
It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and there was a faint sound of fighting in the narrow and dark alley ahead. Ordinary people should take a detour.
Bai Zian was wearing headphones, and when he heard half of the words, his cell phone rang.
It was Mao Kun. She picked it up and walked through them calmly.
They were three blond men.
Because this girl was too calm, they were obviously stunned. The next second, one of them came back to their senses and tried to strangle Bai Xian by the neck.
Bai Zian tilted his head and reached out to grab the man's hand!
"Sister--" Mao Kun's voice sounded.
Bai Xian looked at the blue-eyed man, then looked down at the man lying in the corner.
"Wait a moment." She said to Mao Kun and put the phone back into her pocket.
Then he suddenly pulled the green-eyed man in front of him!
The wind of the fist blew away the bangs scattered on both sides of her, revealing her cold eyes. Bai Qian did not retreat, she made a fist with her other hand and hit the other person who wanted to touch her!
Less than three minutes.
Three people lay at her feet.
Bai Xian then took out the mobile phone in his pocket, leaned against the wall lazily, and said, "Say."
"Ah? Oh," Mao Kun on the other end of the phone wiped his face, "There will be an auction here in two days. Do you want to come and play?"
"No." Bai Qian hung up and lowered his eyelashes.
She put on her headphones again and found the English words.
"Hello……"
The bloody man lying in the corner spoke to her. He took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket with trembling hands, trying to find a cigarette and bite it, "Thank you, please leave your contact information?"
Bai Zian lowered his head and glanced at him.
His legs were still bleeding.
She focused her eyes on the gold-framed words in his hand.
The man saw her gaze and moved his right hand, but he didn't know where the wound was. He hissed: "You want this? Liang Zewen's original work is precious, but not as expensive as mine. If you want it, take it."
, I can fulfill your other requirements as long as you don’t want to live on the moon.”
I don't know which word touched Bai Qian. She squatted down, turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone, and illuminated the framed word next to the man.
Half a moment.
Bai Zian's eyes fell lazily on the man's bleeding leg.
She lowered her head slightly and reached out to pull the man's injured leg.
"What are you doing?" The man was stunned, and then quickly said, "This is a gunshot wound. My personal doctor will be here soon. Don't touch it. I don't want to die now..."
As he spoke, his leg suddenly stopped bleeding.
Even the pain was reduced by half.
Bai Zian then stood up, reopened the English word page, and walked back.
"Hello--"
The man shook his head and saw that she didn't have the framed calligraphy, so he couldn't help but stop her, "You don't want Liang Zewen's original work?"
The girl who didn't pay much attention to him stopped, and the moonlight gently soaked her body. After reciting a word, she turned her head and said, "Who told you that this is an authentic work?"
The man was stunned, "This has been verified by experts..."
The girl regained her gaze and disappeared around the corner.
The voice coming from the dark night was vague and lonely, "Check again, it's his student's handwriting."
**
Six o'clock in the morning.
Ji Heng's room.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he met the figure holding an electric fan in front of him.
Ji Heng: "..."
Bai Qian: "..."
Looking at each other for ten seconds, someone looked at him with a very confident look, as if asking "Why did you wake up so early?"
……very good.
Ji Heng closed his eyes expressionlessly.
Bai Zian then put on the electric fan and turned it on specially.
The small fan that had broken before started whirring as if it was afraid that others would not know that it had been repaired by someone.
She closed the door thoughtfully and went out.
Ji Heng opened his eyes and looked out the window at the early morning, low temperature, about 22 degrees -
He calmly reached out and pulled the half-covered quilt up to his neck.
Xiangcheng Middle School starts classes at 8 a.m., and most boarding students arrive at 7 a.m.
Bai Zian came not too late, at half past seven.
Her deskmate must also have arrived very early, holding an English book and sitting in the front seat to recite.
And her position——
Bai Zian yawned lazily and walked to his seat, reached out and knocked on the table, lowered his head: "Classmate, give way."
The face of the girl sitting in her seat instantly dropped.
"Shua——"
The noisy class suddenly became quiet.
Zhang Shize, who was sleeping on the table, also raised his head. His eyes were bleary, and he was shocked when he saw this situation.
The curly-haired girl didn't look at Bai Qian at all. When she saw that Zhang Shize was awake, her eyes lit up and she handed him the bag in her hand, "Zhang Shize, I brought you breakfast."
At the same time, Yang Lin gently tugged on Bai Qian's clothes and signaled Bai Qian with her eyes.
Zhang Shize never accepts anything from girls.
Now he reached out to take the breakfast, "Thank you, thank you, Chen Wei, please go first, class is about to begin."
Chen Wei's pulled face showed a smile again, "Then I'll watch you play ball tonight."
Maybe he was in a good mood today, so Chen Wei left Class 15 humming a song.
Wherever she passed, boys and girls all shrank their necks in unison.
"New classmate, you have just come to our school. Let me give you some popular science." The girl in front turned around. She breathed a long sigh of relief and said to Bai Xian: "That was Chen Wei, who was in the second year of high school. Of course, you may not know.
Our school boy knows, besides this idiot Zhang Shize, there is another person named Chen Zhu. Chen Wei is Chen Zhu’s sister, Chen Zhu’s class 38, Prince’s class, do you understand? Those who often play with her are all Chen Zhu
People like Ren Wanxuan."
Bai Qian: "...thank you."
It's so annoying, I miss sharks.
"Anyway, we ordinary people who are in the Prince's class shouldn't mess with us if we can. An egg touches a rock," the girl said, then looked at Yang Lin and Zhang Shize, "right, you two?"
"The most important thing is that Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan are both our hottest contenders for the No. 1 pick in the North City," Yang Lin sat down in her seat, thought for a while, and added softly: "Try not to offend them.
"
"That's the truth," Zhang Shize was dissatisfied, "but why do you call me, a cheerful and innocent nineteen-year-old male high school student, a fool?"
No one paid attention to him.
"..." Zhang Shize hugged his deskmate's shoulders again, "Xue Shen, what do you think?"
Ning Xiao raised his head and gave him a "quiet" look.
Bai Xian rested his chin on his hand and flipped out an English book lazily.
Zhang Shize touched his nose and took out his mobile phone to add her as a friend.
**
Today is Friday, school is over in the evening.
Yang Lin and Bai Zian walked out of the school together. Bai Zian put on headphones to listen to the words and walked with Yang Lin to the flower shop at the end of the street.
The middle-aged woman who bought flowers was enthusiastically wrapping bouquets for the guests. When she saw Yang Lin, she narrowed her eyes and smiled softly, "Your flowers are on the table, I have placed them for you."
While Bai Zian was memorizing the words, he looked over and saw a beautiful white lily on the table.
Yang Lin took the flowers and put the money on the table.
The middle-aged woman wrapped the flowers, shook her head helplessly when she saw this scene, and asked: "Where is that boy Zhang Shize?"
"He's playing ball."
"If we go to play ball again, why can't we imitate you and Ning Xiao?" Mother Zhang muttered to herself, then looked at Bai Jian, "Hey, this is the transfer student in your class, right? The little girl is so pretty."
She pulled out a red rose and gave it to Bai Qian, "She looks better than that little bastard of mine."
Bai Qian took it and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
"Ah," Zhang's mother covered her heart, "I knew I should have a daughter! Damn Zhang Shize will only water my orchids to death!"
"Don't be angry, don't be angry," the middle-aged man who had just returned from outside put down his computer bag and comforted him repeatedly. "We had an argument at night and pretended to be cold war. We went back to the room and let him do housework alone for seven days!"
"..."
Bai Qian held a rose and Yang Lin parted ways at the intersection.
Following the address Jiang He gave her, she came to the wealthy area of Xiangcheng.
The bus only goes to the outermost road.
Ren Wanxuan did not attend the training camp for top students today. There were distinguished guests at home today, so Ren Qian notified her in advance.
When passing by the outskirts of a wealthy area, she caught a glimpse of a person not far away——
"parking!"
The boy sitting in front looked at the rearview mirror and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ren Wanxuan shook her head but said nothing.
"brush--"
The car stopped in front of Bai Zian.
The car window was lowered, revealing Ren Wanxuan's uncontrollably irritable face. She looked at Bai Xian with a sarcastic look on her face that seemed to have seen through her: "What are you waiting for here?"