The visitor's eyebrows were curved, and he looked like a very well-behaved young man.
Huang Mao realized that his embarrassed appearance was seen by a stranger. He immediately wiped the wet tears on his face with the back of his hand and shouted in a rough voice:
"What does it have to do with you?"
The fear in his heart turned into anger and was vented towards the young man in front of him.
He stood up, casually patted the dust on his clothes, walked out, and "bumped" into the white-haired boy.
The next second, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Are you really not going to consider telling me?"
Say a p.
Huang Mao was furious, clenched his fist, turned around and swung it towards the opponent's abdomen.
……
After more than ten seconds, Mei Gongyi poked the person lying on the ground with his finger, his soul already out of his body.
He sighed, inserted his slender fingers into the white hair, and pushed it up at will. His smooth forehead was exposed and then blocked by his bangs again. The young man's spirit showed a corner due to this action, and he turned back to his well-behaved appearance. : "It's really troublesome to have to fight before every communication. Why can't everyone communicate well?"
Huang Mao, who was lying on the ground, burst into tears: ...If you had told me earlier that your strength was about the same as the last person, I would definitely become very easy to communicate with.
He stared at the sky with dull eyes, feeling infinite regret in his heart: ...What did junior high school students grow up on today? Why are they so good? If this continues, will he still be able to survive?
The sore body was poked again: "So, why did he come to you?"
The tone was exactly the same as "What's the problem between you and that person just now?" Huang Mao's body couldn't help but tremble.
Huang Mao, who had been beaten twice and had a bruised nose and face, with only a slit left in one eye, could barely look at the man in front of him who couldn't smell any danger at all, and told the whole story in a weak tone.
The aura on Mei Gongyi's body suddenly became dangerous, and his blue eyes pierced Huang Mao like cold blades: "I think he is right. After all, knives are very dangerous. It would be bad if you scratch yourself. .”
Huang Mao's desire for survival increased sharply at this moment: "I also think he is right."
The aura on Mei Gongyi's body suddenly became peaceful again. He helped Huang Mao up and patted the dust on his clothes: "Yo Xi, we have reached an agreement, not bad, not bad."
Huang Mao: ...Only you are good.
……
On the other side, Kyo Sosuke was riding his skateboard, deliberately slowing down and looking back from time to time.
It seemed that the vague feeling that someone was following him was an illusion.
After coming to this conclusion, Kyo Sosuke kicked his feet hard and slid forward with all his strength.
The red skateboard is like a spark of fire in the dark night, flying freely on the street, occasionally flying onto the railings on the roadside, or jumping into the air and jumping over the top of the trash can.
Streets, alleys, overpasses...
The skateboard under the boy's feet was extremely flexible, like a small red fish swimming into the sea. The surrounding air was like sea water, and the lights and feasting on the roadside were like a seascape.
The night breeze was blowing, blowing the black hair, the skull on the chest was swaying, and the ears were sometimes noisy and sometimes quiet.
Kyosuke counted silently in his heart:
One, two...eleven, twelve.
There were twelve places in total where fighting was going on.
Unlike going straight to the destination when he came, Kyosuke deliberately walked around the area on the way back.
Before coming to the wind chime, Kyo Sosuke learned from the Internet that there were frequent fights in this area, and there were fights almost every night.
It is precisely because of this environment that Fengling High School, a super delinquent school with the lowest deviation value and the strongest fights, came into being.
Along the way, he saw the uniforms of Fengling High School several times.
There are also uniforms from other schools.
But he never expected that in just one night, the number of fights he saw would far exceed the total number of fights in a month where he lived before.
It truly is a legendary fighting place.
Moreover, I didn’t see a single policeman along the way.
It seems that the rumors are true and the police here really don't care much about fights.
He looked up at the camera hanging on the telephone pole above his head. A small red dot flashed in his silver eyes, indicating that the camera was functioning normally. The camera is useless. People here don't care about it at all, and they don't avoid it during fights.
Then he unceremoniously commandeered these cameras.
Fortunately, there are quite a few cameras here, and there are only some blind spots where you need to install an extra one.
Kyosuke roughly calculated the price. Well, it was enough for the budget, even more than enough.
Kyo Sosuke, who had walked around the area, headed back home.
He held the scooter and stood under the wall of the orphanage. He climbed over the wall and entered with the same neat movements as when he came out. The moment his body took off, the hem of his short sleeves rose up, revealing his lean waistline and a few abdominal muscles.
When he landed, there was no sound except the green grass at his feet, which was blown down by the wind.
Late at night, there are stars in the sky and the sound of insects chirping one after another.
The entire building of the orphanage has been plunged into darkness. The sound of children playing when they left has disappeared, and only a light is on at the door.
It was as if it was specially reserved for him.
How is it possible?
Kyo Sosuke sneered in his heart and denied this speculation.
He has no acquaintance here.
How could someone leave a light just for him?
A self-deprecating smile formed on the corner of his mouth, and he quickly straightened it out.
When he raised his feet and was about to sneak in, he unexpectedly spotted a figure from the corner of his eye.
! ! !
Kyo Sosuke looked over immediately and saw a white-haired mushroom-headed boy standing not far away, hiding in the shadow of the corner.
It was the man who knocked on his door during the day.
It looked like he had been standing there for a while.
It seems to be called... Mei... Mei Gongyi?
Apparently waiting for him.
The young man's sunny smile flashed away.
Kyo Sosuke realized that he couldn't handle this type of person, so he turned around and left.
As expected, a group of footsteps soon came from behind, and the young man’s voice was as sunny as his smile:
"Can I go with you to future fights?"
Can't.
"I'm very good at fighting~"
It's none of his business.
"Why don't you speak?"
In no mood.
The voice behind me chattered.
Kyosuke quickened his pace and quickly walked into his room. As soon as he entered, he turned around and blocked the door.
Umemiya thought that Kyo Sosuke was finally willing to pay attention to her, and before the surprised smile climbed onto her face, she heard him say coldly: "No need."
The voice was too cold. Umemiya looked at Kyo Sosuke's indifferent expression in a daze. The boy in front of him had quickly closed the door.
Ume Gongyi: ...He seems to be disliked.
This must be an illusion!
Mei Gong touched his nose, feeling a little depressed, but immediately regained his energy and became confident.
No one can get rid of his stalker, not even Hiiragi Touma.
(End of chapter)