Shenhao: After spending money on men, I became stronger!

Chapter 87

While riding his bicycle, Zhou Zijun couldn't help but look at the girl sitting in front of him.

The girl was quietly holding the inside of the handle, looking at the road ahead with a pair of clean eyes. She was wearing a mask, so she couldn't see her entire face, but she could clearly see the slightly curly hair around her ears, and her clean and small auricles.

Although she lacks a bit of femininity, like a little sister who hasn't grown up yet, she seems to have her attractiveness.

The two didn't communicate any more, one was watching the road seriously, and the other was riding quietly.

The quiet atmosphere was not broken until they heard the sound of punches and kicks.

"Zhou Zijun, did you hear that sound?" Ou Yihan asked Zhou Zijun behind him with vigilant eyes.

Zhou Zijun stopped the car and looked into an alley without street lights:
"Someone should be fighting, you wait here, I'll go and see."

With that said, he parked the car, got out of the car and walked into the alley.

Ou Yihan whispered to him behind his back:
"Zhou Zijun, please be careful."

After speaking, Zhou Zijun's figure disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

Immediately afterwards, there were more violent fists and kicks, and the man's miserable cry of pain.

Sitting on the motorcycle, Ou Yihan was terrified.

Because she was worried about Zhou Zijun's accident, she hesitated for a while, got out of the car, turned the screen of the phone to the dial interface, entered 110, and then turned on the flashlight of the phone. While walking into the alley by the light of the phone, she observed the situation inside, thinking what if If something is wrong, call 110 for help.

In this way, Ou Yihan walked to the innermost part of the alley.

With the weak light of the mobile phone flashlight, the first thing she saw were a few men lying on the ground writhing in pain.

Then I saw Zhou Zijun standing not far away, exuding a cold and evil spirit like a god of war.

When Zhou Zijun saw Ou Yihan, he shook his sore wrist, walked over with long legs, stood beside her in a protective posture, and said coldly to those people on the ground:
"Not yet? I want to fight again."

Several tall and burly men on the ground glared in Zhou Zijun's direction angrily.

It's a pity that the girl who appeared suddenly shone a flashlight into their eyes, so that they couldn't see who the man who beat them just now was. Otherwise, they would have to find more brothers to avenge this revenge.

Sudden loss today, several brothers had their right arms wrenched off, and it was useless for them to stay here, so the leader yelled "Go", got up and left here.

After they all left, Ou Yihan asked Zhou Zijun:
"How are you? You're not hurt."

Zhou Zijun sneered: "Just them, can they hurt me? I practiced Taekwondo since I was a child, so it's a little tricky to deal with them."

Then he asked Ou Yihan again:
"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait outside?"

Ou Yihan said:
"I heard a lot of fighting inside, and I'm afraid that something will happen to you."

Zhou Zijun smiled happily, bent his fingers, and slid on the bridge of Ou Yihan's nose through the mask.

Ou Yihan leaned back, stretched out her hand to straighten her mask, and asked Zhou Zijun:
"What happened just now?"

Only then did Zhou Zijun remember that there was another person lying here.

"Those people were beating up a person. When I came over, they thought I was an accomplice, and attacked me without asking, so they were knocked down by me."

Hearing what he said, Ou Yihan took a flashlight to take another photo, and sure enough, he saw a dying figure in the corner of the alley.

The man was wearing a school uniform and was very tall. He should be a teenager. He was lying there lifeless. The back of his head seemed to have been seriously injured, and a pool of blood flowed out from there.

"Look, the man seems to be seriously injured."

Zhou Zijun also saw it, his handsome face was a bit serious, and he said as he walked:
"Go and have a look."

Holding a flashlight, Ou Yihan followed Zhou Zijun.

As he got closer, Ou Yihan's pupils dilated after the flashlight shone on the boy's face:
"It's him...Gao Qingchen?"

Unlike the Gao Qingchen whom Ou Yihan met for the first time, this time he was particularly embarrassed.

The school uniform was stained with blood, blood was knocked out of his forehead, and his fair and handsome face was covered with bruises from the beating.

He must have fainted, eyes closed and motionless.

Zhou Zijun also recognized Gao Qingchen, and a glint of misfortune flashed in his eyes:
"Why is it him? If I knew it, I wouldn't have come here."

Ou Yihan felt that his attitude towards Gao Qingchen was quite strange, so she couldn't help asking:
"Do you have any grudge against Gao Qingchen?"

Zhou Zijun said coldly:
"A person who can't be defeated, where can he get revenge?"

Ou Yihan: "But I think your attitude towards him seems not harmonious."

Zhou Zijun pinched his waist with one hand:
"What is my inharmonious attitude towards him, is it his inharmonious attitude towards people all over the world?"

Ou Yihan was a little puzzled and didn't understand what he meant.

Zhou Zijun patiently said a few more words to her:
"Gao Qingchen's personality is not very attractive. He doesn't have any friends at school. He does his own way. Not only does he not fit in with others, but sometimes he does some things that everyone is not used to. In addition, everyone also passes him on. Nightclubs did…”

Zhou Zijun paused at this point, as if he felt some words were filthy and didn't want to stain Ou Yihan's ears,
"In short, he is a man with no bottom line and no backbone. I, Zhou Zijun, look at him like mud on the ground. I don't want to talk to him at all."

Ou Yihan knew why Zhou Zijun didn't want her to mention Gao Qingchen's name today.

It should be similar to the ancient princes and nobles who looked down on the boys of the same age among the refugees.

I feel that they are not worthy of appearing in my own world, so I don't want anyone to compare them with me.

"Perhaps... he also has his own last resort? I don't think any boy would voluntarily go to work in a place like a nightclub."

Ou Yihan looked sideways at Gao Qingchen who was lying on the ground, and said this with some sympathy.

Seeing her expression, Zhou Zijun panicked a little. He moved his body, blocking Ou Yihan's view of Gao Qingchen, and said unhappily:
"Ou Yihan, you seem to be very concerned about Gao Qingchen, don't you like him? ... What's so good about him, apart from his good-looking face and good academic performance, he's useless."

Ou Yihan felt that Zhou Zijun's brain circuit was quite strange.

Why can't I always talk about love and liking?

Can't you just think about normal relationships and emotions?

"No, I knew Gao Qingchen in a western restaurant. At that time, because of my personal reasons, it seemed that his job in the western restaurant was messed up. I don't know if he fell here because of losing that job. I I feel a little guilty."

Zhou Zijun felt better:
"Are you sure that's all?"

Ou Yihan was a little impatient, she frowned and replied:
"That's all for sure."

After finishing speaking, she bypassed Zhou Zijun, knelt down and continued to observe Gao Qingchen's injury.

"You want to save him?" Zhou Zijun squatted beside her and asked her.

(End of this chapter)