Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Li Sijia didn't speak, but still patted my back with one hand and squeezed my palm with the other.

"You must know, tell me, okay?" My mind was full of the scene where I was chased by Agou's gang in the cafeteria, and the old man led a group of people to rescue me.

From that moment on, I regarded you as my brother!

I lay on the toilet seat, vomited mouthful after mouthful, as if endless, with countless grievances backlogged in my chest.

"Actually, the old man stopped being angry with you a long time ago. Although he is reckless, he doesn't mess around." Li Sijia said suddenly. [

"Because I'm not on your side." If it wasn't because I once prevented them from taking revenge on Shunzi and Gao Xiaoshan, then that was the only reason.

"..." Li Sijia wanted to say something, but she didn't say it after all.

I gasped for breath and couldn't spit out anything.

Li Sijia handed me some hand-wiping tissue from the side, and I took it and wiped my mouth.

"I'm going out first." Li Sijia sighed, closed the door and went out.

I stood up, looked at myself in the mirror, washed my face again, and calmed down a little.

That's the only way... Perhaps, the fate between us ends here.

Didn't I still think a few days ago, would I rather be old-fashioned and beat me up, and then be strangers to each other?Isn't wish come true now?

I went out and sat back down as if nothing had happened.

I heard Han Bing say with a cold face: "Old man, what on earth are you willing to reconcile with the Chinese zodiac?"

Shunzi still looked at everyone in the field with a smile, while Brother Long was smoking a cigarette, looking at the old man with a half-smile.

Li Sijia and Liu Xing also looked solemn, knowing that Laotu's next words would change the situation in No. [-] Middle School.

The entire private room fell silent, no matter if it was the zodiac signs, or the old-fashioned people, or Xiao Bin and Han Yue from the security department, everyone present stared at the old-fashioned people intently.

Lao Tu gnawed on a piece of chicken leg, moving very slowly, even the gap between the bones was sucked clean by him.

His movements were slow and graceful, and he chewed slowly every time he opened and closed his mouth, which was in stark contrast to the previous wolfing and gorging—even, it didn't look like him anymore.