surrender to her

Chapter 49

At night, a cool breeze blows.

There is no room for seats in a small and irregular modified Internet cafe on the side of the road, filled with all kinds of loud and vulgar voices, and the bluish-white smoke floats in the air in clusters, and it is almost becoming a gathering place for unscrupulous teenagers camp.

"Is Huang Mao not here today?"

An acquaintance came over to talk to Huo Qizheng, saw the teeth marks on his face, and was shocked: "What's the matter with your face?"

Huo Qizheng had a sullen face, waved his hands and said nothing, obviously he didn't want to mention this matter.

The man was sensible, didn't ask any more questions, put down the bottle of ice water and left.

Huo Qizheng's gas in his stomach was not smooth, and he played the game in a mess, cursing while pouring ice water down the fire, the bottle soon ran out, he got up and went out to unload.

The toilet of the Internet cafe is at the back, but many people go directly to the alley next to it for convenience. Anyway, the street light is broken, and it is too dark to see anything clearly.

Huo Qizheng didn't go too far, thinking in his heart that he couldn't just let the losses he had suffered today, the breath stuck in his throat anyway and he couldn't swallow it.

He pulled up his trousers and was about to go back when a silver light suddenly split the darkness from the corner of his vision and flashed across his side face.

Huo Qizheng settled down, turned his head and squinted his eyes to look deep into the dark alley.

Not a few meters away, he saw a shadow that seemed to be darker than this thick night standing by the wall, and the looming figure was tall and straight.

A gust of wind passed through the narrow and dark alley, making people's backs chilly. Huo Qizheng felt goosebumps all over his body for no reason. He boldly stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Who the hell is standing there to scare people?"

Quiet, dead silent.

The only response to him was his own echo, which gave birth to a trace of weirdness.

After a few seconds, just as Huo Qi was about to continue probing forward, the figure standing by the wall moved, and walked out unhurriedly, with a cold silver object twirling in his hanging hand Varied.

Footsteps stepped on the ground at a constant speed, getting closer.

This person was dressed in black, with a wide hat covering his head, and his chin was surrounded by a high collar, so his face could not be seen clearly.

His entire temperament was treacherous, like a dark shadow condensed by a cold hostility, and even the alley behind him seemed to become a boundless black hole that could swallow everything, making people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts and panicked.

"Damn it." Huo Qizheng blurted out a curse, his eyes fixed on him.

The man paused for a moment when he rubbed shoulders with him, and Huo Qizheng also saw clearly at this moment that what he was playing casually in his hand was a closed silver pocket knife.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but the man passed him.

Usually he led a group of people to bully and scare others, but now, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to turn his head back. He listened nervously to the footsteps that seemed to be going away, and seemed to stop behind him. .

Huo Qizheng gritted his teeth, turned half of his body, his neck was suddenly strangled.

……

"You... you fucking..."

The cold blade pierced his eyelids, and Huo Qizheng's swear words were instantly silenced.

He lay on the ground in a paralyzed state, with his legs curled up to his stomach, gasping for breath hissing in pain, his voice was intermittent and he could hardly utter: "You... who? You have to be beaten... Let me understand one by one... ..."

The boy squatted down, sneered, and the silver tip circled around Huo Qizheng's eye sockets, as if he was dissatisfied with it.

After digging out these eyes, he thought about it.

But it will be very troublesome.

The blade finally folded into the hilt, and he pulled off his hat, revealing his chin, that face was looming in the shadow attached to him, like an evil god coming from hell to descend upon him.

The light was still very dim, but Huo Qizheng recognized it, "You..."

"Did you see clearly?"

The boy's voice sounded as cold as ice.

"Better remember who I am."

-

"Good brother, let's go shit together."

Xiang Zhao: "..."

He was hypnotized by the math teacher for a class, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, "No, no shit."

Gao Wenbo was seriously puzzled: "Hey, you eat so much every day, and you always have no poop. Do you want my mother to register you and go to the anorectal department of the hospital to have your digestive system checked?"

Xiang Zhao: "..."

Xiang Zhao didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, and fell on the table at the first fall.

"Although..." Gao Ci interjected, "Anorectal, yes, it treats hemorrhoids."

Gao Wenbo: "..."

He waved his hands indifferently: "It's almost the same. My mother said that the medical family is close."

Gao Ci: "..."

Meng Cheng, who was on the side, was silent, and couldn't help but ask: "Now that the topic is so scarce, do you really have nothing else to talk about?"

"..."

Gao Wenbo went to invite He Liangchi sincerely again: "Hey bro, do you want to come with me?"

Before He Liangchi could react, Meng Cheng gave a "tsk" sound. He couldn't bear it any longer and picked up a book and threw it on him: "Are you going to get out?"

Gao Wenbo groaned, put the book that fell on her back on her desk, and went to the toilet alone.

The ears stopped, and Meng Cheng wanted to lie down to catch up on sleep, but Gao Ci suddenly came over and said, "Hey, Huo Qizheng was beaten, do you know that?"

Meng Cheng was taken aback, "...Huh?"

Gao Ci was surprised: "It's not you?"

Meng Cheng was really not sure, so he patted Xiang Zhao on the shoulder and asked, "Did you two tell Song Xinyuan what happened yesterday?"

Xiang Zhao raised his head from his arms and turned around: "Yesterday? What happened?"

"..." I forgot really quickly, "Review that matter."

Xiang Zhao: "No, what's wrong?"

Gao Ci said it again: "Huo Qizheng was beaten up, it seems like something..."

"Damn it! Is it true?!"

Xiang Zhao didn't feel sleepy at all, his eyes suddenly sparkled brightly: "May I ask who is the hero?"

Gao Ci shrugged: "I don't know."

Meng Cheng didn't know what she was thinking, she frowned and focused for a few seconds, then she turned her head and her eyes fell on He Liangchi who was reading quietly.

Xiang Zhao and Gao Ci also followed her gaze and looked at the boy.

He Liangchi turned a page of the book, and noticed the three superimposed gazes, tilted his head slightly, and met Meng Cheng's eyes, not knowing why: "What's wrong?"

This look is still clear and cold, calm and unruffled, what is slightly different is that there is some innocence mixed with the frankness.

Meng Cheng felt a deep sense of guilt for doubting him for a second.

It can't be him.

It is absolutely impossible.

It is impossible for anyone to be such an obedient He Baobao.

Meng Cheng smiled at him: "It's okay, you can continue reading."

Gao Wenbo came back from the toilet, passed by He Liangchi, and caught a glimpse of what he was reading, and was startled: "Damn, dude, you were still reading junior high school last week, and now you're in the sophomore year of high school? Are you sure?" Is the ability of photographic memory still two CPUs growing in the head?"

He Liangchi: "..."

(End of this chapter)