Chapter 21: Meet with acquaintances (revised and added characters)

The billiards hall is small, it is a private place, so it is not very formal.
There are eight billiard tables in the room, and many people gather under the white lights. They are gangsters, tattooed arms, wearing jackets, sitting in all corners, smoking cigarettes, playing cards and playing cards, and playing mobile phones.
The only one who really played was the table on the far right, surrounded by many people, and they kept making noise with the sound of playing. A cloud of mist.
As soon as Ma Xiaoding arrived at the door and saw the situation inside, he swallowed his words back in his stomach, and his posture of kicking at the restaurant was instantly withered.
"Brother Yu..." Ma Xiaoding turned his head tragically, his face wrinkled like a bitter gourd: "Well, there are many people, or we should wait for the next time we catch him and get alone."
Your doors are all open, and are you still leaving?
You go up and beat people and don't look at how many people there are?
Song Yu twitched the corners of his mouth and kicked him directly behind him.
"Just like you are the junior high school bully?"
Really the lowest school bully he has ever seen.
Ma Xiaoding didn't hold on to the door, he staggered forward and stood in front of everyone.
His rash appearance naturally attracted the attention of many people.
The gangsters are holding cigarettes in their hands and looking over with their eyebrows hanging, their eyes are not too friendly.
Inside the billiards hall is a small clearing bar, with gentle songs playing, cool colors illuminating everyone's faces.
Ma Xiaoding was about to cry, he was just a high school student, so how could he have the courage to pretend to be a big boss in front of this group of adult social youth.
Looking back subconsciously, he swallowed his saliva and his legs trembled.
...Can he escape now?
A young man with pigtails put out his cigarette butt, seeing his panicked appearance, whistled and ridiculed: "I went to the wrong place, kid, the Internet cafe is on the second floor. This is not a place for good students."
Ma Xiaoding didn't dare to answer him at all, and looked at Song Yu frequently when he asked for help.
Song Yu glanced at him and said faintly: "Promise."
He took a step forward and replaced Ma Xiaoding as the center of everyone's sight.
The boy was tall and tall, white clothes and black trousers, his hair color and pupils were light brown, his eyelashes were long and curly, and his complexion was delicate. At first glance, he felt mild and harmless, but when his eyelids were slightly lifted, the kind of hostility and perversion was still It flows out unconsciously, with a great momentum.
"Children, you came to see your mother?"
The dirty braided man didn't put the group of them at all, he grinned and ridiculed.
Song Yu was too lazy to pay attention to him, and turned his head to ask Ma Xiaoding, "Who is Zhu Zhixing?"
Ma Xiaoding was still blindfolded.
Song Yu repeated: "Who is Zhu Zhixing?"
Ma Xiaoding heard the chill in his tone, trembling and beginning to stand on tiptoe and look around, but there were too many people gathered here, and there was a lot of noisy, he probed his head for a long time without seeing Zhu Zhixing.
The dirty-braided man tweeted, a little dissatisfied and ignored him, stood up and smiled nonchalantly: "It's not easy to find mom, I'll help you find my brother."
He should be quite high in this group of gangsters, and people next to him were afraid to make a sound when he saw his movements, and the noisy environment instantly became quieter.
The man with dirty braids roared inside: "Zhu Zhixing, who is Zhu Zhixing! Get out! Someone is looking for the door!"
At this moment, the pool table surrounded by a group of people suddenly burst into applause, cheers, and whistles. The sound of the club hitting the ball was crisp and sweet, and it looked like a beautiful ball was hit.
The voice of the man with pigtails was still obvious in the noise.
Several people at the table heard this, turned around and looked to the doorway. There was a little space between them. The last black ball on the table was rolling tremblingly along the green table and toward the bag in the corner.
Ma Xiaoding's eyes finally healed. Through the gap, he pointed his finger at the short and thin boy standing in the corner, and said loudly, "Brother Yu! I wish that boy Zhixing is there!"
Zhu Zhixing, who was named by his name, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at them. After seeing Ma Xiaoding, his face was instantly embarrassed.
Boom.
Black fall into the pocket.
End of a round.
Standing in front of the table, a man in his twenties in a plaid shirt stood up and slowly wiped the club.
The dirty-braided man clapped his hands and walked forward: "Old Chen, you are here with a group of kids looking for someone, why don't you hurry up to find someone? The kids are crying in a hurry."
The plaid shirt has single eyelids, thin lips, and a nose. The whole person looks uncomfortable, and he speaks very aggressively. He glanced at: "Find the people and let them go!"
The dirty-braided man smiled unexpectedly: "Hey, this is not interesting enough for you. People think that since they are here, they won't be left for fun."
Ma Xiaoding was extremely jealous when his enemies met, and he couldn't wait to rush to take Zhu Zhixing out and put him out for a fight.
I forgot to be afraid, and said to Song Yu: "Brother Yu is this grandson! I scold you and scold Xie Sui! He also came up with that kind of sinister and disgusting idea."
Zhu Zhixing followed a teenager who looked like a plaid shirt, gave Ma Xiaoding a vicious look, then stood on tiptoe, and said something in the ear of the teenager.
The teenager was wearing a No. 1 high school uniform and his hair was dyed colorful. It is likely that Zhu Zhixing was a sophomore in high school.
Zhu Zhixing looks very wretched, looking at Ma Xiaoding like a poisonous snake.
Chen Zhijie raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Ma Xiaoding with disdain, and asked, "Is this the one who troubled you?"
Zhu Zhixing immediately added fuel and jealousy: "It's him, this kid is the thorn in our junior high school. He is lawless. He also said that he is going to grab your position as a schoolmaster."
Chen Zhijie snorted, the disdain in his eyes almost overflowed: "What is it."
He walked to the plaid shirt and said, "Brother, don't rush people, these are my classmates."
His eyes fell on them, and the corners of his lips curled up with a malicious smile.
"It's all here to find the fault. It's so easy to leave when you come in."
The atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing in an instant.
The man with dirty braids also coaxed: "Look, Old Chen, your brother is more capable than you."
The gangsters laughed.
"Come to find the wrong classmate?"
"Hahahahahahahaha found us here."
"I'm afraid it's not here to be funny."
"I'll close the door first."
A gangster sitting at the door laughed, stomped on the smoke, closed the door with his foot hook, and then stood there, "My kid, don't go so fast today."
Ma Xiaoding's little brothers turned pale instantly.
In the final analysis, they are just a group of fifteen-year-old high school students who are not out of the ivory tower. Facing these people, they are subconsciously afraid. Now being forced to this point, people are stupid.
The dirty-braided man squinted with a look of bad intentions.
The small eyes of the plaid shirt narrowed slowly.
Chen Zhijie is still saying: "When I follow this place, I guess I really want to discuss with us. I heard that you are looking for Zhu Zhixing?"
Ma Xiaoding gritted his teeth, and simply gave up.
If he is scared now on the court, it's worth it.
Ma Xiaoding, who thinks he has a sense of responsibility, looks Li Neilun: "Yes! Zhu Zhixing and I have a personal grievance, you give him to us, we will leave immediately!"
"..." Song Yu.
This fool.
After a while, it was unsurprisingly that everyone in the room laughed wildly.
The man with dirty braids smiled exaggeratedly, holding the pool table and rubbing his eyes: "Kid, you haven't figured out the situation yet-it's not a question of whether you can go, but you and your little brothers. The question of going."
Ma Xiaoding was really scared, and he regretted why he had to drag Brother Yu in.
Sweat palms, trembling: "I..."
Chen Zhijie laughed too, but his smile was not so exaggerated.
He said: "Let's do it, it's a schoolboy after all. I'm not embarrassing you. Let's play a game tonight."
"If you win me, I will let you go and give you Zhu Zhixing. If you lose, when the flag is raised on Monday, how about running out to learn how to bark under the flag?"
Song Yu couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to pull Ma Xiaoding off and replace him. It's just that Xie Sui has an extra hand on his shoulder.
Song Yu was taken aback, tilted his head.
Xie Sui's expression did not change, and his delicate facial features did not even seem to smell of firework under the cold light.
Learn to bark when the flag is raised.
That is the dignity sweeping in front of the whole school, not to mention, Ma Xiaoding Junior High School is still the number one figure.
This is a great insult to a fifteen-year-old boy.
Ma Xiaoding's face flushed with anger, and he clenched his fists, only to blame himself for his recklessness and bringing others to this point. Gritting his teeth, he glared over.
"Compared to what?"
Chen Zhijie said to the plaid shirt: "Brother, borrow the venue."
The plaid shirt looked at them like watching elementary school students fight, crossed his arms, took a step back, and raised his chin.
"You use."
Chen Zhijie dragged his school uniform jacket to pick up the cue and smiled triumphantly at Ma Xiaoding: "Snooker, will you?"
The gangsters in the room are all watching the show. This billiard room was opened by Chen Zhijie, and Chen Zhijie learned from his ears and eyes. Not to mention high-end players, bullying and bullying are more than enough. This clearly shows that it is unfair competition, but now that hapless one cannot and will have to.
Ma Xiaoding is stupid.
He can also play billiards, but he usually has eight and nine balls, and he has never touched snooker.
Song Yu's gaze passed through the crowd, falling only on Zhu Zhixing.
Very short and thin, with a lot of pimples on his face, wretched appearance and cringeful behavior.
When he met his gaze, he didn't dare to lift his head, so he stood silently behind Chen Zhijie.
Despicable, cowardly, insidious.
And it was such a person who caused the nightmare of Xie Sui's three years of junior high school.
He also tried to attack Grandma Xie Sui.
He originally felt that Xie Sui had already let go, so there was no need to pursue it, but Xie Sui was kind and tolerant, but some people would not reform. Moreover, perhaps Xie Sui still has an apology and an explanation.
Song Yu turned around and said calmly to Xie Sui: "Take them back."
Xie Sui looked down and stared at him.
Song Yu took a step forward, pressing Ma Xiaoding's shoulder and dragging him back.
Ma Xiaoding stared, guilt and worry in his heart, a little unclear, but still subconsciously trust Brother Yu.
Song Yu looked calm, standing under the light with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth: "I'll fight you, but I want to change the rules."
Chen Zhijie didn't take the seemingly gentle Song Yu at all, shook his hand and smiled evilly: "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with us?"
"How disqualified."
Song Yu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the other end of the club, stepped up in two steps, and dragged Chen Zhijie in front of him, grabbing his clothes.
The smile was stubborn and cold: "You can try, you guys fight with me."
The gangsters onlookers all took the joking thoughts and looked solemn.
Song Yu's sluggish energy just shot, you can tell at a glance that it is Lianjiazi.
"you--"
Chen Zhijie blushed, feeling that he had no face, and wanted to struggle to resist, but he grabbed his collar's hand like iron, only strangling him to breathe harder and about to suffocate.
The man with dreadlocks stepped forward, looking like he was about to break the two. Song Yu had already pulled out the club from Chen Zhijie, his arm raised, and the tip stopped in front of the man's eyeballs with plaited pigtails, one centimeter short of poking it in.
The man with dirty braids instantly stiffened in place.
He stared at Song Yu's side face.
It's just that Song Yu didn't put his eyes on him, the more inattentive he was, the more chilling.
Song Yu said, "I have to take Zhu Zhixing away today, there is no need to add it to the rules."
"So change the rules. I won. Your dog barked under your flag. I lost. I confessed to punishment. Insults will always be humiliated. I will teach you a lesson today."
Chen Zhijie got a chance to breathe, stepped back, angrily: "Brother! I'm not playing anymore! Kill him!"
The plaid shirt also lost the scattered expression, and moved forward, gloomy: "Boy, you are too crazy."
Song Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled not very modestly: "It's okay." It was the same sentence, anyway, there was no lack of beating.
"I fucking—"
The checked shirt had a violent temper, his face changed, and he punched him.
Naturally, the people next to him couldn't be stupefied, of course, they rushed up in all directions, intending to hold Song Yu down.
"Brother Yu!"
Ma Xiaoding's expression changed drastically, and he rushed up and shouted: "Do you know who he is? Dare to move him, there will be no way for you to survive in Jingcheng!"
The man with dirty braids vomited blood in his heart, grabbed Ma Xiaoding outside, and sneered: "What age is it going to be like this? My land, the king of heaven, I am not afraid."
"Brother Yu!"
Ma Xiaoding is angry and angry! In his mind, Song Yu has always been a porcelain doll, the kind that will break when touched.
What if something happened! How did he explain to his dad! The Meng family has a life-saving grace for their family, how can he explain to Mrs. Meng Lao!
The dirty-braided man shouted back: "Squeeze this group of brats, don't let them help."
Ma Xiaoding was so anxious that his eyes were almost red, and struggling to break free from the shackles of the dreadlocked man, "You let go of me! The Meng family! If you mess with him, you get the Meng family!"
The man with dirty braids sneered.
In fact, for ordinary people, the term Meng's family is too far away, not in that circle, and it will not be clear.
Ma Xiaoding was desperate. He shouldn't have understood nothing if he regretted that he didn't know anything. He called Brother Yu directly and kicked the iron plate this time.
Xie Sui was not in a hurry. He stood beside him, his dark eyes were far-reaching, as cold as the first snow, but he was serious. He always feels...this kid will give himself a lot of surprises.
There was a scuffle at the pool table.
"Stupid crazy!"
"I call you crazy--ah!"
What sounded was the screams of young people. The sound of a broken arm was accompanied by screams.
The kickers are so fierce that they seem to bring wind.
Song Yu looked at them and thought of his rebellious and wanton student days.
He was born in the original world not bad. He was three generations in red. He grew up in a military area compound. His fighting skills and physical stamina were not weak. After encountering kidnappers as a child, his family paid more attention to his training in self-protection.
Although these were used in the school's prestige and prestige in the second half of his second year.
But Song Yu can really single-handedly challenge this group of gangsters who rely on more people to build momentum, and are actually useless and afraid of death.
Now I live in school, so I don’t have to worry about making Grandma Meng worry after seeing blood.
Song Yu started even more unscrupulously.
Ma Xiaoding and his group were frightened.
Staring blankly at the young man beside the table tennis in the cold light.
The fight goes smoothly, with a cue in hand. One to beat one, and two to play a pair. The strength is amazing, no one can catch him. The attack is quick and ruthless, like a wolf.
Song Yu kicked a person away with his feet, sneered with his lips, stuck his checkered shirt's neck, and pressed his head onto the ball table.
The gangsters are greedy for life and fear of death, after seeing the tragic situation of the people in front of them. Letting the plaid shirt roar, they looked at each other and didn't dare to go up.
"Fuck you!"
Plaid shirt never thought that a young man who looked so weak had such strength to crush his teeth: "I still have no one to come out! You can't survive this door."
Song Yu sighed and said with a smile: "Brother, have you figured out the situation now? It's not a question of whether you don't let us go, it's a question of whether I want to go or not."
"This door is well locked."
With his hand hard, the head of the plaid shirt hit the billiard table again. Amidst the screams of the youth, Song Yu smiled and said, "Your brother's virtue, I guess you are not a good product. Today we come, close the door and play. dog."
The corners of his lips twitched in the last four words, and his eyes were shockingly thin.
The plaid shirt roared: "Heizi!! Heizi!!! Get out of me! Get out!!!"
The fighting outside was full of enthusiasm, but the Xiao Qingba song in the billiard hall was still playing loudly. The roar of the plaid shirt almost shook the floor three times.
There was finally movement inside.
"What a mess, I'm comfortable playing cards."
A few people walked out of the clear bar.
The small eyes of the plaid shirt were full of viciousness: "Are you fighting me? My brothers are here, they are doing real swords! You finished!"
Real knife?
Song Yu smiled nonchalantly: "Someone told me to use a real knife last time, and I was sitting behind the police station. Let me compare, which one of them has a faster knife?"
"What's the matter!"
Walking through the aisle, a group of people came out, with dazzling colorful hair, and the head of the red hair fluttered in the wind. The scar across the face was especially obvious.
Song Yu looked over.
Hong Mao looked over.
"..."
"..."
Meet acquaintances.
A long silence.
The plaid shirt slapped the table and furious: "I was kicked out of the restaurant. You usually eat for nothing, but now you can't kill these little turtle cubs?!"
Hong Mao was motionless, staring at Song Yu's face.
Song Yu laughed first, "Oh, sons."
Hong Mao and the colored hair behind him: "..."
The last time Xie Sui was beaten in the alley was still a shadow to them. The knife pierced his arm without blinking, was beaten and stabbed, and finally was sent to prison with a dumb loss.
And look at Song Yu's current posture, as well as a group of panicked garbage next to him.
Just know, this is not easy.
Both are thorns.
Fighting fiercely and will report to the police, his mother is underage.
Hong Mao, who just came out, really never wanted to see Song Yu again.
The plaid shirt was a little dazed by the atmosphere.
Hong Mao stared at the situation in front of him for a long time, not knowing what to do.
Looking back, some of his younger brothers were still wounded. Seeing Song Yu and seeing the plague god, they all consciously stepped back.
Hong Mao: "..."
Song Yu has let go of his plaid shirt.
The plaid shirt no longer had the energy to go up to the prestige, stepped back, gasping for breath.
Chen Zhijie too, his face turned pale.
After breathing, the checked shirt pointed at Song Yu and yelled at Hongmao: "He! Just him! Aren't you a group of Lianyun Street Fighters! I'm afraid to deal with such a high school student now! This came and kicked our restaurant! "
The corners of Hong Mao's mouth twitched, and the scar on his face looked even more hideous: "Come and kick the restaurant..."
The people in the first room stared with bated breath, and heard the red hair tilt his head, and slowly said to the plaid shirt: "...Should we call the police."
The air was quiet as soon as this was said.
The plaid shirt became popular as a pufferfish and he wanted to slap Hong Mao's face with a slap, but after all he was a little sensible and roared: "Call the police? Call the police and arrest us?"
Hong Mao's expression was stiff for a few seconds, and the emotion in his eyes was very obvious, that is, "I don't want to care about this."
A group of gangsters in the room, including those lying down and howling, had the same expressions of dullness and fear at the moment.
I thought it was the sheep entering the tiger's mouth, but I didn't expect it to lead the wolf into the room.
It's easy to ask God to give it away, and now this plague is here!
The man with dirty braids was also confused by the development of this matter, and he didn't consciously let go of his hand holding Ma Xiaoding.
Ma Xiaoding looked no better than him, rubbing his eyes desperately, fearing that he was dreaming.
woc! Is Brother Yu so fierce?
Although Chen Zhijie considers himself a lieutenant colonel, he and a group of younger brothers, relying on a large number of people, relying on bullying classmates to make a name.
Not to mention Song Yu, none of the Hongmao boys can beat him. Faced with this posture, his face was pale, hiding behind his brother, and dare not say anything.
As for Zhu Zhixing, who was his little brother.
The person has been fainted with fright.
Song Yu held up his hand and sat on the table in a neat and chic movement, holding the pole, smiling at Hong Mao: "I heard you used a real sword in a fight?"
"The kind that sees blood?"
Hongmao: "..."
At this moment, the scars on his face seemed to reveal a kind of vicissitudes.
"Boss, what shall we do..."
Green Mao stepped forward tremblingly, and asked tremblingly.
Hong Mao looked back at him with a deadly heart.
Don't want to say anything.
He wants to light a cigarette.
Plaid's eyes widened in disbelief: "Are you still afraid of him?! Just such a high school kid!"
Hong Mao gave him a stern look. After all, he used to be a Street Fighter, and the hostility was still there.
The plaid shirt was stared at his throat tightly, and he choked back and said nothing. He blushed, staring at Song Yu.
Hongmao met Song Yu, and both times they rushed to find trouble, and ended up asking for trouble.
Now that Song Yu came to kick the pavilion, his inner despair overflowed.
Grinding his teeth, trying to squeeze a smile that is comparable to facing a murderer's enemy, he said: "This... kid."
Song Yu smiled and touched the cue politely: "Don't you brother, I won't ask you to fight today, so don't give me the whole set that is close to this."
Hong Mao: "..."
Everyone: True, he, mom, crazy!
In Ma Xiaoding's mind now, Song Yu's image was broken and rebuilt, from a mud bodhisattva to a living Hades.
Yu Ge Niubi!
Look at this sitting posture, look at the tone of this speech, look at this cold and scowling smile. Ma Xiaoding felt that the school boss he had been in for three years in junior high school was a playhouse.
Song Yu raised his chin, his eyes fell on Chen Zhijie, his lips curled up, his tone was slow and mocking: "Snooker, come on? Win or lose punishment, am I eligible to decide now?"
Is it eligible?
A hot slap on the face.
Chen Zhijie bowed his head, trembling all over, without saying a word, hiding himself in the shadows.
Hong Mao looked left and right, almost figured out the situation, coughed, his voice tried to soften, hypnotizing himself as a close brother in his mind.
"Hi! What a big deal for me! Isn't it just a conflict between my classmates! Why are you still doing this!"
It's just that he looks fierce and evil, and looks amiable, which is twisted and hideous. The group of people watching is creepy.
Hong Mao patted Chen Zhijie's shoulder with one hand, shook Chen Zhijie's whole body three times, curled his mouth, and smiled: "Xiao Chen, it's not your black brother that said you. Is it from a school? You can't support each other after you leave the society. Let’s go, apologize if there is any misunderstanding, explain clearly if there is no misunderstanding, go and shake hands with your classmates, let’s treat it as a solution! You can also sit down and play, drink and drink."
Chen Zhijie: "..."
Plaid shirt: "..."
A group of people: "..."
Are you a generation of street fighters, don't you molest a little girl and rob a middle school student, are you here like an old mother? ! !
It was the first time Hongmao did this kind of thing, and the more people next to him saw him, the more he felt guilty. Finally, he became angry and gave up.
He put his foot on the table, his nature was exposed: "Then what the do you want me to do?! I was sent to the game by him last time! I couldn't beat it and didn't know how to run?! Fuck, I don't care! Lvzi, let's go!"
The plaid shirt was dying of anger: "You--!"
Chen Zhijie's face turned pale, his head lowered, and his shoulders wilted again.
Hong Mao's eyes were straight forward, without even looking at Song Yu. The six relatives walked to the door without acknowledgment, opened the gangster who was blocking the door, and went out cursing.
His little brothers swallowed their saliva, and ignoring the cursing of the plaid shirt, followed quickly. Don't want to be in the same room with this plague at all.
But they still walked very horizontally, looking at people with their nostrils anyway.
After closing the door.
"Oh!!"
Bang Bang Bang, there was a sound of rushing down the stairs.
Every step reveals liberation and joy.
indoor.
"..."
Ma Xiaoding's admiration for Song Yu increased again, and there were almost stars in his eyes.
Xie Sui stood in the dark, looking at Song Yu silently, his dark and calm eyes thoughtfully.
The situation has reached this point and has become a deadlock.
Everything is now in Song Yu's hands. Whether he is pressing harder or taking a step back, no one else can interfere.
Ma Xiaoding finally raised his eyebrows. He was just humiliated and mocked by these people. He rushed forward excitedly. Now he speaks a little louder: "Brother Yu!"
Are we going to make a big deal now? Ever since left a legend on this street? ! !
Ma Xiaoding, who is in the second phase, is eagerly eager for his hands.
As a result, he saw his brother Yu jumped off the table, throwing his cue back.
Chic and neat, two people, Chen Zhijie, who didn't care about the check shirt, stepped into the corner, staring at Zhu Zhixing who was about to stick himself into the wall.
Today is definitely a nightmare for Zhu Zhixing. From small to large, the most frightened and most desperate day.
The feeling of being stared at by evil spirits would not be as scary as it is now.
Song Yu: "Are you Zhu Zhixing?"
Zhu Zhixing's feet softened, and he was paralyzed to the ground with fright. His eyes were wide and loose, and there were only two words in his mind: "finished".
The plaid shirt was also taken aback, and was still racking his brains just now thinking about how to send the plague god.
Unexpectedly, they didn't take them seriously.
Ma Xiaoding followed along.
Song Yu glanced lightly at Zhu Zhixing on the ground, and ordered: "Take him out for me."
Ma Xiaoding now defines himself as not a knight, but a little brother who listened to Song Yu's words and exclaimed, "Go!"
When Song Yu passed by Chen Zhijie, his footsteps stopped, slender fingers placed on the table, and he turned his head expressionlessly. The young boy's light-colored eyes reflected the streamer, cold and sharp, and he smiled: "Chen Zhijie? School boss?"
"Is it only by trampling on others to support your vanity?"
Chen Zhijie didn't dare to come out.
Song Yu nodded off the table and smiled: "Don't mess with me, stupid."
"Let me see it again, I will play your head like a billiard ball."
"..."