Broken Night

Chapter Fourteen - The Nemesis

Xu Yan walked back to Nancheng from the village in a very decadent manner.

Because the matter of "free meals" was exposed by his arrogance for a while, Xu Yan really returned to the city this week without a trace. Accommodation is included in the tuition fee, and meals are free because of the monitor's reason, so there is really no need to spend any money.

But it's not practical to go back and forth between the college and the village every week.

And because Xu Tian was tempted by the devil who was holding all kinds of inscrutable patterns and waving like a lollipop, Xu Yan had to go home. Xu Yan thought in a daze, it seemed that he still had to find a source of income.

...

When Xu Yan came to his own T-shaped room No. 19 with the key, there was a person standing outside the door.

The visitor is very short, but he is carrying a bag that is almost taller than him, which reminds Xu Yan of snails... Speaking of snails, there is a man named [Snail Back Pattern]. I heard that the defense is very strong... Xu Yan Homura patted his cheek, and it seemed that he was a little obsessed.

Xu Yan patted his cheek and raised his spirited voice, but it startled the hesitant little guy standing outside the door.

However, Xu Yan ignored him and said listlessly, "Please let me go, this is my room."

The little guy immediately burst into tears when he heard the words: "Brother...you're finally back. This...is my room too!"

...

"what!?"

Xu Yan sat on the edge of the bed and opened his mouth wide, looking at the guy who was also sitting on the edge of the other bed: "You said...you are my classmate?" The little guy seemed to be a little disturbed by Xu Yan's eyes, and he was a little panicked His hands clenched tightly: "Yes yes... yes... assigned by Teacher Zuo..."

Xu Yan was angry, Zuo Chengzhe...

Then a palm spread out in front of the little one.

Xiao Budian was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at Xu Yan, his face full of doubts and incomprehension.

"It was so dirty, and there were mice. I cleaned it up by myself, and I also cleaned up your share. You have to take care of the cleaning costs for me." Xu Yan said with integrity. Facing the little boy who had opened his mouth and was speechless, at the same time, he felt sad in his heart. He felt sorry for himself, who regarded money as dung in the past, but now he has been reduced to robbing a six-year-old child.

What a penny to beat a hero!

Xu Yan sighed so deeply, but the outstretched hand was firm.

"I...I have no money..." The little guy was so frightened by Xu Yan that he almost didn't cry.

Xu Yan gave a long "um", and then really looked at the little guy in front of him.

I saw that the child was dirty all over, and his head was long and messy, scattered like a mass of weeds. The clothes on his body were torn and broken, and even the huge snail-like backpack had a hole in it. Xu Yan could clearly see that there was a pot inside!

A pot for cooking!

Does this guy think he's moving? What a trick to bring even a pot!

"Ah... Forget it, when I'm unlucky." Xu Yan lay on the bed and said listlessly, "Take care of your things yourself. I'm very tired, so don't harass me."

"Oh..." Xiao Budian looked at Xu Yan who had withdrawn his hand, a pair of tiny eyes appeared in the gaps in the messy head, squinting like a cub. He blinked and said, "I said... eldest brother, what's your name? I'll mess with you in the future."

Xu Yan almost spit out all the blood, what are you talking about!

Is Lao Tzu a gangster! Is it a black force? Fuck with me, **** with you big bastard!

Seeing that Xu Yan didn't speak, it made the little one more courageous. He looked at Xu Yan curiously and said, "My name is Lan Ming, and I know nothing. In the future, leave some chores to me, bro!"

Xu Yan was not bothered to pay attention to him anymore, and reciting medical books would consume a lot of his energy. In less than a moment, he fell into a deep sleep.

...

The next day, Xu Yan woke up.

Not for general reasons.

As Xu Yan said, he has been a bit like a pampered young master for the past six years. Even sleep, he lived in the village at night is unusually quiet. This led to his high requirements for the sleeping environment, and even a little noise would wake him up from sleep.

And now he woke up because of the extremely noisy sound.

Xu Yan opened his eyes and sat up angrily to find the source of the sound.

But it is now unknown when he was surrounded.

Surrounded by some **** and debris.

Xu Yan stared at the entire room in a stunned manner, only to see that something was placed on the ground wherever there was a gap. Or pots or some bottles or some tattered clothes, and a stale, sour smell filled the room.

And that little guy Lan Ming was busy all over the place, seeing Xu Yan sitting up, he hurriedly shouted, "Big brother, you're awake. Don't worry about me, I'll take care of it."

The corners of Xu Yan's eyes twitched slightly, and he passed through a pile of "traps", opened the window of the room, and then breathed in the fresh air outside. After he felt that his soul was not stinky to death, he turned back angrily: "What the **** are you doing!"

Frightened by Xu Yan's anger when he got up, Lan Ming was shocked, the busy figure trembled, and tears rolled in his eyes again.

Xu Yan looked at Lan Ming's thin body and the appearance of crying, and sighed heavily again. He didn't even have the scheming to exercise today: "I came back from school today, I want all these things to disappear, understand?"

Then, like a frustrated rooster, with a big bald head, he opened the door listlessly and left.

 …

After Xu Yan cleaned up, he went directly to the classroom.

He really didn't want to go back to his room.

When he came to the class room with a stinky face, those classmates subconsciously felt that he was not in a good mood, and they avoided him one by one, as if they were afraid of touching his bad head.

As soon as he sat down, Xu Yan put his hands on the table, and buried a bald head in it, trying to replenish his energy before the class started.

After a while, a voice sounded: "Brother! It turns out that we are in the same class."

Xu Yan's body froze, he raised his head in disbelief, and looked at the seat that had been vacant and no one was sitting. Lan Ming blinked those small eyes, and changed into an old robe that was washed a little white, and the robe still had a lot of patches.

"Please give me more advice in the future, bro."

Xu Yan wailed, then looked at him seriously: "You must be my nemesis."

At the same time, Zuo Chengzhe has come to the classroom.

Zuo Chengzhe is a simple and direct person, and he requires no so-called salute every time he enters the classroom. It's a waste of time for him.

He saw Lan Ming next to Xu Yan's shining bald head at a glance, and said casually: "Oh, right. The last student in our class has arrived, and his name is Lan Ming. Don't waste what you know. Time is running out, and we're running out of time today."

After a week of class, the children in the first-year class also vaguely felt the temper of their own class teacher. So he just looked at Lan Ming with a little curiosity, then left his sight and looked at Zuo Chengzhe.

Zuo Chengzhe's straightforward personality made him go straight to the focus of today's topic: "Today, let's get some tattoos."