He Ling asked me to treat her to Western food and apologize to her. It was a bit unreasonable. I agreed because she was holding Aunt Ren's lost necklace.

"By the way, you should dress better on Friday." He Ling asked me again.

"Hey, what I invited you for was an 'apology dinner', not a 'date dinner'. Why should I dress better?"

"Nonsense, if you don't dress better, how can you show respect for me and show your sincerity in apologizing?"

During the phone call with me, the introverted personality she pretended to be in front of all the male students in the Taekwondo gym disappeared. I wonder if it was because her relationship with me was deeply exposed during the ring.

"Okay, okay, I will dress up a little more energetically, and don't forget to bring Aunt Ren's necklace." I promised.

"Tch, just remember the necklace, the necklace. It seems you really like Ren Hongli's daughter."

I seem to hear a sour tone. He Ling usually doesn't see men in girls' schools. Her parents may be more strict. Maybe she is in a state of "boyfriend hunger syndrome" and sees other girls with boyfriends. Just jealous.

"It's okay..." I can't admit that I like Xiaoqin, nor can I deny it. I can't figure out the details.

"That's good." He Ling seemed to be relieved, "Let me tell you in advance that I am not going on a date with you. You look like this. It's a bit embarrassing for me to treat you as my younger brother. You don't want to be a toad. Swan meat will stick with me afterwards, you know."

Who cares about a sister like you who feels good about yourself? If Aunt Ren's necklace hadn't been in your hands, I wouldn't have been coerced by you.

He Ling, who did not understand my inner thoughts at all, continued to warn me:

"Don't think that the seats in the Petersburg Western Restaurant are cubicles and the lights are dim, so you can take the opportunity to touch me. Our students at Qianhe Girls' School are not that easy to bully.,,Have you ever heard of the Rose Group? ?”

Since you are worried that I will play tricks on you, don't choose a restaurant with cubicles and dim light. Of course I have heard of the Rose Group. Why do you ask?

"Huh, just heard about it. Although the Rose Group is the king in the girls' school, if any girl in our school is bullied, they will stand up for us. Don't think that you are good at fighting or martial arts. The fighting style is different from the street fighting style. I know the top management of the Rose Group. If you dare to be dishonest to me, I will find someone to beat you."

Ah, "I know the top management of the Rose Group", what a terrible threat, I was so scared that I wanted to laugh. Even if the three heroes of Rose really have many subordinates in the girls' school, what can you do to me? The best you can do is I know one of the three heroes of Rose. I know the former eldest sister of the Rose Group. You, the person who picked up the necklace of eldest sister and eldest mother, still came to me to make a deal. If it weren’t for Uncle He’s sake, I would Just reveal Xiaoqin's identity directly, and if you don't believe me or not, you will be frightened and give the necklace back with both hands.

Also, don’t think that Aunt Ren brought me to the gym. I just learned from Aunt Ren and followed the path of pure martial arts. I started out as an orthodox street fighter. Without the constraints of competition rules, my fighting ability is even higher.

After finalizing things for Friday night with He Ling, I put down the phone and found that there were more and more passengers on the bus. It had stopped at several stops without my noticing, and some new faces had come on.

Through the gap in the crowd of people rubbing shoulders, I seemed to see a familiar figure from behind, but I only saw it once, so I couldn't be sure.

I thought I would be able to get home before 8 o'clock, but the bus was actually blocked at a roundabout. It was said that a female BMW driver was blocking the way.

The passengers on the bus waited for about 10 minutes and gradually lost their patience. One after another they got off the bus and found another way home. The bus returned to its previous empty space, forming a situation where everyone had a seat and every seat was occupied. status.

Without the barrier of the crowd, I was delighted to find that the person sitting by the window at the middle door was indeed the monitor.

She has calm black hair hanging straight down her head, her hands on her knees, and her back straight, as if she is listening carefully to the teacher's lectures, which is completely different from my casual sitting posture.

Under the monitor's seat, there were two barrels of soybean oil that looked quite heavy. I suddenly realized: the monitor didn't ride a bicycle but took the bus. He must have gone to a supermarket to buy soybean oil on sale. Two barrels of soybean oil were so heavy. The soybean oil cannot be put into the bicycle basket. Even if it is put in reluctantly, there is no guarantee that it will not be compressed and deformed.

Why bother to travel such a long way just to save a little money? Your sister... No, your brother has made a lot of extra money recently. Buying two barrels of soybean oil is not a problem. Even if Shu Zhe is not willing to pay, he can go with his sister. It would be a good idea to go to the supermarket and help carry the soybean oil back.

I'm really heartless. If I had a sister like the monitor, I wouldn't have the heart to let her carry such heavy things.

Just as he was about to go over and strike up a conversation and ask the monitor if he needed my help to carry the soybean oil home (after all, the bus station didn’t stop in front of the monitor’s house, let alone go to the 5th floor), the bus door opened again, and several people came up. passenger.

Although there was a huge traffic jam and no car could move, the bus ahead of us on the same route stalled, so the driver arranged for about ten passengers who were unwilling to find another way out to be in our car.

"Grandma, please sit here with me."

I heard the monitor say something, apparently giving up his seat to an elderly person. However, after the crowd in front of me confirmed their position, I discovered that the person sitting in the monitor's original seat was not holding the railing beside him, shaking. The old lady standing tall and tall was actually a young man with a shaved head and dyed purple hair, looking like a slutty young man with a pair of diseased cockscombs.

Damn it, isn’t this the guy who almost hit me on his motorcycle today? I don’t recognize his face or the shape of his head. It’s really a narrow road for enemies. We meet on a narrow road. You almost hit me, but you still came here. Do you have a sense of public morality if you grab the seat given to the grandmother by the squad leader?

"Sir, my seat is given to an old lady, please don't get in first."

Shusha said to Cockscomb Head angrily.

The cockscomb head glanced up and down at the squad leader, showing a lewd expression often seen in scoundrels.

"Hey, I didn't realize it just now, but you are a pretty girl. Which school are you from?"

The summer uniforms of No. 28 Middle School are different from the autumn uniforms and do not clearly indicate which school we are from.

Facing the other party's blatant teasing, the squad leader's face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop as a result, and the bus, which started at one yuan, was upgraded to an air-conditioned vehicle.

"Please be respectful, grandma needs that seat more than you."

The bus driver was a slightly frightened, skinny middle-aged man. He pressed a button at this time, and the car immediately played "Respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. If you are around someone who is old, weak or sick, Please take the initiative to give up your seat to those who are disabled, pregnant or carrying babies, and we all express our gratitude to you."

The cockscomb turned a deaf ear, crossed his legs and said, "When you get old, you should stay at home and watch TV, and imitate what young people do when they go out. Anyway, first come, first served, this seat is mine now."

He cast his thief eyes on the squad leader again, swallowed his saliva and said: "Little sister, although this seat is already mine, if you are tired of standing, you can sit on my lap. I am still very generous. "

"You..." The monitor wanted to argue with him further, but the old lady grabbed the monitor's arm and said:

"Forget it, forget it, I'll get off the bus in just a few stops, there's no need to make people angry because of me..."

At this time, a woman carrying a red envelope stood up and gave her seat to the old lady. The old lady pushed for a while, and then asked the monitor to take that seat. Of course, the monitor would not agree. She still stood next to Cockscomb Head, stubbornly letting him Give up your seat.

"Hey, that old lady already has a seat, why don't you leave me alone?" Cockscomb Head said, "Are you interested in me?"

In fact, the squad leader's two barrels of soybean oil were placed under the seat. Even if the squad leader didn't care about Cockscomb's fight for the seat, he couldn't stay too far away.

The woman who had just given up her seat to the old lady with the red envelope walked to the trunk. I waved to her and motioned for her to take my seat. Then I jumped up from the seat, moved my wrists and neck, and fixed it. Ok shoulder bag.

The woman saw that I looked like I was about to fight with someone, so she tugged on my shirt and said:

"Don't be impulsive, that guy has a knife in his trouser pocket, I just saw it."

I glanced at Cockscomb Tou's trouser pocket and couldn't help but laugh: It was just a fruit knife. It was fine for peeling apples. If I wanted to use the blade to hurt someone in an emergency, the day lily would be cold.

So I said to the woman carrying the red envelope: "Don't worry, I specialize in shooting people with knives, not guns. There's nothing to be afraid of."

I walked straight in the direction of the squad leader and Cockscomb Head. I coughed halfway, causing the squad leader to turn around and look at me. When she realized it was me, surprise, surprise, and relief suddenly flashed across her eyes...and then again. A little worried look.

The cockscomb head was completely unaware of the squad leader's reinforcements. When the squad leader's attention was diverted, he actually stretched out his hands, touched the squad leader's school uniform skirt, and pinched the squad leader's thigh.

The squad leader yelled out "Ah" and subconsciously took two steps back and covered his skirt. When the office workers in the car saw the cockscomb and the handle of the knife exposed outside their jeans, they didn't dare to come up and meddle in their own business and just shook their heads.

Damn it, you really don’t know how to live or die. Did you touch the squad leader’s thigh? The most annoying thing is that just because I coughed, you had the opportunity to take advantage of it. Damn it, I acted as an assist for you.

Uncontrollably, the berserker state emerged, and his vision gradually turned blood red.

I stood in front of the class monitor with a sneer. The cockscomb noticed that our school uniforms seemed to have the same style. He was wondering, but unexpectedly I grabbed his purple yin-yang cockscomb and pulled him off his seat.

"Ouch, you...what the hell are you doing?" Cockcomb grinned with a headache.

"What are you doing? Fuck you." I cursed viciously, and then kicked him down in the chest. His back hit the steel floor of the carriage hard, making a "Peng" sound.

He was almost knocked unconscious, and then he remembered to take out the fruit knife in his trouser pocket, but I was already on guard and stepped on his right hand with my foot.
Chapter completed!