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

"Everyone has their own way of life." Han Bing seemed to see that my anger had finally subsided, and then he raised his head, still holding the carbon pen in his hand, as if he was ready to continue working at any time.

"But Xiaomai doesn't want it at all." Holding the cup in my hand, I stood up and went to the water dispenser to refill the glass of water, and the bucket filled with water made a gurgling sound.

"How do you know?" Han Bing asked back.

"Mai Mai's tone of voice, facial expressions, and movements all show that he hates that zodiac sign very much!" I said with certainty, believing that my eyes would never be wrong.

"Just as if what you said was true.—But, what does it matter to you?" [

"This..." I was dumbfounded for a moment, I had never thought about this question before, whether wheat is in the zodiac, what does it matter to me?

What is the reason? Just looking at wheat is pitiful?Still find the behavior of the zodiac signs distasteful?

"I remember..." Han Bing paused, "When I was in County X, Ma Liang, one of the Four King Kong, once invited you to join the gang, but you refused?"

"Yes." I nodded, and I was beaten so badly that time that I couldn't move my body for several days.

"In the final analysis, you are still very resistant to this kind of gang in your bones." Han Bing picked up a beautiful silver-white porcelain cup on the table, took a sip of water, and then said: "In your heart, as long as you form a gang, you are not a good person." , always trying to knock them down one by one, but in fact it's just the shadow in your heart."

"Forget it!" I couldn't restrain the anger in my heart: "But they are not good people in the first place! Take the Four King Kongs and the twelve zodiac signs as examples. Have they done anything good? Shouldn't they be defeated? , do you want them to stay in this world and harm the common people?"

Han Bing drank water unhurriedly, heard me complaining, and said leisurely: "What a cynical youth..."

The word "angry youth" is extremely lethal to me. It means that words and actions do not use the brain, are easy to be impulsive, and often rely on one's own wishful thinking to judge and think about something.

So when Han Bing used this word to describe me, it seemed to have stabbed my weakness, making me speechless for a while.