Watching Green Valley, Iida, and Li Day walking out of the school gate, Guan Yiqing blinked his eyes and began to seriously consider whether he should stroll around or go home.

While he was hesitating, his shoulder was suddenly bumped by someone from behind.

"Hmm?"

Guan Yiqing raised his head in confusion and saw Bombastic looking at him with an uneasy expression.

"Bombastic, what's wrong?"

"Ah."

The youngster's jacket was unbuttoned, and there were some wrinkles on his clean white shirt. His tie wasn't fastened at all, and his black trousers hung loosely on his hips … If he didn't have his shirt, perhaps a smooth waistline could be seen.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Previously, Guan Yiqing had always thought that the attire of a cultured scum was more pleasing to the eye. Especially when you took off his glasses, lifted his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt from his collar, one button at a time, it gave off a secret sense of pleasure, as if he was opening a gift.

But now it seemed that was not the case.

"What's wrong?"

Guan Yiqing was in a good mood, so he asked again patiently.

Bombastic felt uncomfortable being stared at by the other person's ambiguous gaze. He hesitated for a moment, but did not use his' personality 'and directly threw a punch.

It was aimed at his face.

"You bastard — what are you looking at!!!!"

Guan Yiqing did not even dodge, letting the wind brought by the fist in front of him lift his bangs.

Sure enough, the fist stopped less than five millimeters away from the tip of his nose.

It stopped, and then retracted as if it was fleeing.

He fled in panic.

At least that was what Guan Yiqing thought.

He forgot that the irascible youngster in front of him was fundamentally different from the junior high school hooligan who wore sloppy clothes, dyed his hair yellow, pierced his ears, and carried a school bag without a single book in it to stop him at the school gate.

So when Bombastic angrily turned around to leave, he was especially happy, revealing his big white teeth.

"What?

Scared? "

…

A minute later, Guan Yiqing canceled all his previous appointments. He was going to the infirmary to ask the recovery girl why her nosebleed would not stop.

When he finally left the school, Guan Yiqing's nostrils were stuffed with cotton balls, and there were still some fresh blood stains on his chest and cuffs.

He looked especially … comical.

Forget it, I'll go home and cook.

Guan Yiqing rubbed his head that felt like it was flooded. He scrolled through his phone while walking. He was thinking about buying some tomatoes at the convenience store on the way home, but he realized that he had gone the wrong way.

？？？

EXM？？？

No, I'm just so unlucky?

He sighed in annoyance and searched for an online map on the webpage that he hadn't logged out of.

Calm down, calm down. It's just a small matter.

The nearest route was full of twists and turns, and it even passed through a few alleys full of illegally connected wires. It was the kind of area where illegal crimes occurred frequently.

After all, the sky had not darkened yet, so Guan Yiqing was not afraid.

When he was an ordinary person, he dared to do whatever he wanted, and after he got a big shot, he didn't hold back.

Holding the phone in one hand and a bag of tomatoes in the other, with a cotton ball soaked in blood in his nose, and a lollipop in his mouth, Guan Yiqing followed the arrow on the navigation to a location about two hundred meters away from his building.

The alley in front of him was obviously the same as before, but it gave off a gloomy feeling.

Guan Yiqing didn't understand the reason, but he still planned to take a detour.

While he was fiddling with the navigation to change the route, he was suddenly hit by a black fog that silently emerged from the alley. He was so scared that he dropped the lollipop on the ground.

Going out without looking at the almanac: Book a plane ticket. Let's go back home. We're leaving tomorrow.

Thirty seconds later, Guan Yiqing realized that he booked the ticket late. He should have booked today's flight two hours later, and then immediately flew there.

This was because a young man with blue hair and black tights walked out of the black fog. He grabbed Guan Yiqing's neck without any hesitation.

With four fingers.

The young man's body was very slender, and he looked sickly. His four fingers shouldn't be very lethal …

Probably.

But the broken hand on the young man's face, and the stale aura of death exuded from him …

Super!

Level!

Danger!

Danger!

Good!

Good!

Really!

Guan Yiqing's body tightened, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, slightly rubbing against the young man's overly dry palm. His heart rate was racing, and his inner knuckles were hurting from the plastic bag.

Not daring to act rashly, the two were in a stalemate for a while. He didn't know if it was five minutes, but to Guan Yiqing, it was no different than a century.

Based on the principle of giving him a straightforward answer, Guan Yiqing hesitated for a moment before speaking with a trembling voice.

"Brother, do you want a lollipop?"

"…"

The young man looked straight into his eyes, but didn't make any further moves.

Guan Yiqing patted his chest in his heart, and began to comfort himself without any basis.

Fortunately, he could communicate.

Oh, correction, it was not self-comfort, it was self-deception.

"Then … what about the beef brisket with tomatoes?

I just bought the tomatoes, and my house is two hundred meters from here. "

"…"

"My cooking is delicious, really."

"…"

"Don't you like it …"

Guan Yiqing forced the corners of his mouth to curl into a smile that was a little flattering.

"I have money … No, it's my dad who has money, he runs a company.

Really, brother, believe me … How about this, can you let go of me first … Let's … talk it out, okay? "

Just as Guan Yiqing was racking his brains to think why he shouldn't die, the young man suddenly let out a low laugh, and then let go of his hand.

Guan Yiqing's legs went soft on the spot. When he came back to his senses, he took a deep breath and knocked his knee on the ground.

This was the posture of surviving a disaster …

"Lead the way."

？？？

"Do I need to say it again?"

"No, no need … I'll get up now."

The group of little people living in his brain were running around crazily, allowing Guan Yiqing to quickly understand the young man's meaning within a tolerable range.

— Beef brisket with tomatoes.

Probably.

He got up carefully, turned on his phone again, and followed the route on the navigation to lead the young man through the alley, to his one-bedroom one-living room.

Afraid that the young man would touch his fragile neck again, Guan Yiqing wanted to worship him like an ancestor.

"You can come in directly, no need to change your shoes. Sit for a while, I'll get you a glass of water."

"Are you hungry now?

I'll wash my hands and cook. If you're hungry, you can eat anything on the table, the snacks and fruits are all there. "

"Do you use your phone?

My WiFi password is … "

"You talk a lot."