I Don’t Want To Be Popular

On this foreign street, Chen Chuan said goodbye to the neon girl Sakura.

It's raining in the sky, it's the light rainy season in Bordeaux. The melodious Scottish bagpipes floated from nowhere.

The gentle sound of the flute is as gentle and delicate as wetland.

Sakura continues her journey, and her next stop is Paris. She is not alone because she has relatives and friends in Paris.

Wang Facai was unable to join her, but she would have liked to, but as a small clerk, her financial resources did not allow her to continue traveling, so she planned to stay in Bordeaux for one more day before returning home.

At noon, the three of them had their last lunch together and then said goodbye to each other.

The three people met at the beginning of the journey, and after a brief but warm relationship, they then went their separate ways.

Chen Chuan returned to the hotel, packed his things, and prepared to return home.

Boom, boom, boom!

Someone knocked on the door, but Chen Chuan opened it without asking who it was.

The people who came were either Wang Facai or Teng Qingqing.

But the people standing outside the door were not these two people, but four people, four men. One of them he knew was the young man named Dong Bo.

Chen Chuan was not surprised either.

The four men walked into the room.

Dong Bo asked: "Don't be nervous. Although there are many of us, we will not bully the minority. I just want to ask, what is the relationship between you and Qingqing?"

These four people all looked up at people with their nostrils raised. The clothes on their bodies all had famous brand logos. They must be among Teng Haishan's group, the young men who came here to play with their grandfathers.

Some people had their arms folded, some were leaning on the door frame, some were sitting on the sofa, and there was also a big, dark-faced young man flipping through the things Chen Chuan put on the table.

It was in a glass jar, and inside was a paper crane folded by the big Sakura girl.

Paper cranes originate from Japan. The symbolic meaning of cranes in Japanese culture is also influenced by the Chinese culture of "turtles and cranes prolong life". The Japanese believe that "cranes are good birds", so origami cranes have the meaning of longevity or long-lasting love.

Most people are unhappy with others messing with their things.

But Chen Chuan is not an ordinary person. He explained from the side: "This is a gift from a Japanese girl I met during the trip. How about it? Are you envious?"

The dark-faced young man looked at Chen Chuan sideways, picked up the jar, shook it, put it down, and said, "You don't follow the rules? Shouldn't you say - put it down, don't touch my things! Then I refused to listen and continued to move, and then you came to stop me, and we started to fight, and in the end I beat you up with the metal folding stick I carry with me?"

"Maybe I took your metal folding stick and beat you up," Chen Chuan said.

"Haha, interesting. Dong Bo, is this the boy teasing Sister Qingqing in front of you?" said the black-faced young man.

Dong Bo nodded and continued to ask: "Your name is Chen Chuan, right? To answer my question just now, what is your relationship with Qingqing?"

"If you really want to say it, p friend?" Chen Chuan thought for a while, "Originally, I wanted to be in a long-term relationship, but then she saw me with other girls, and she became jealous, and then we quarreled and we lost contact."

Chen Chuan just told the truth.

Dong Bo's face turned red and green, and he held back one word for a while: "Rough!"

The black-faced young man said: "What should I do with Dong Bo? Follow the procedure and continue asking, or should I just beat him? After the beating, tell him to stay away from Qingqing in the future. Otherwise, I will go to his house and beat him every week, in front of his parents." Beat him face to face until he can no longer take care of himself."

Dong Bo suppressed his irritated emotions and said: "Don't do anything yet, we are civilized people. Chen Chuan, let me tell you a few words. First, you are not worthy of Qingqing, no matter what. Second, From now on, stay away from Qingqing. No matter whether she is with me or not, I will not allow her to be harmed by people like you. Do you understand?"

Chen Chuan sat on the sofa, opened the mineral water, and took a sip.

Regarding Teng Qingqing, he himself was also wondering about the relationship between the two.

In the morning, at the door of the Chanel store, the kiss she caught up with, and the nibbling or biting she gave her all had a certain emotion, an emotion that the two had a very good relationship with. In front of that nightclub, it was actually just a misunderstanding. The two of them just had to sit down and talk.

But this misunderstanding has existed for a long time.

That kiss brought back deep memories of the several times he had been with her.

If she wasn't really old, her family wouldn't agree. Chen Chuan also thought about being with her. Because I experienced her style on a rainy night in the mountains of Shanghai.

Moreover, Teng Qingqing's voice is particularly beautiful, a goddess voice, very youthful, just from the voice she sounds like a 20-year-old girl. When I was in college, I heard her voice commanding city battles, PKs, and dungeons in YY voice.

When I was in college, my understanding of Bai Fumei in society began with the voice of President Teng.

There is a rumor in the gang that President Teng is Bai Fumei. For a poor college student aged 19 or 20, the word "Bai Fumei" is quite tempting. Moreover, she has luxurious equipment, is generous to people, spends millions on the game, and has a nice voice, which are indeed in line with Chen Chuan's idea of ​​"white, rich and beautiful". That rainy night in the mountains of Shanghai fulfilled Chen Chuan's fantasy about her when he was a student.

There is a natural difference between such a person and other girls he meets after becoming wealthy.

That night. At the entrance of the nightclub, he and Song Suzhi came out together and met Teng Qingqing waiting there. Teng Qingqing beat Song Suzhi without saying a word. Although her behavior was wrong, she knew that the beating she received was really unfair.

However, after all, Song Suzhi was just a female receptionist he met when he was buying a McLaren P1, and the friendship was not actually very deep.

It can't be compared with Teng Qingqing, who has such a deep friendship.

Chen Chuan took another sip of water, sorted through his past with Teng Qingqing, and judged his relationship with her.

"Brother, Brother Dong is asking you a question. Do you understand? Hurry up and say something. Why are you still sitting here in a daze? Are you stupid?" the black-faced young man said in a rough voice.

Chen Chuan smiled and glanced at the black-faced young man.

These four young men, especially this black-faced one, came here with the intention of looking for trouble as soon as they entered the house. Everything they said and did was thorny, and they were all trying to bring the rhythm to a fight.

Moreover, judging from his accent, he is not from Shanghai, but from Yiwu, Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces. People over there fight more fiercely and dare to kill. Qi Jiguang's Qi Family Army was formed from there.

"Dong Bo, I just thought about my relationship with Teng Qingqing. In fact, we are not just simple friends, but good friends. So, you are a latecomer. So, those two people you told me about "Yes, I want to give you the exact words, do you understand?" Chen Chuan said.

Dong Bo blinked and frowned: "What? What? What did you say? Why didn't I understand? Can you say it again?"

"You just said, firstly, you are not worthy of Qingqing, no matter what. Secondly, you should stay away from Qingqing from now on. Regardless of whether she is with me or not, I will not allow you to get close to him like this." Chen Chuandao , "This is what I said to you, do you understand?"

Dong Bo and the other three young men looked at each other and laughed wildly.

"You're talking funny when you step on a horse. You step on a horse..." the black-faced young man laughed and cursed.

Snapped!

Chen Chuan picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and slapped the young man on the head.

The young man's words stopped abruptly. His upper body swayed, and a bright red blood trail flowed from the top of his head. His pupils dilated, he wiped a handful of blood with his hand, and took a look at it.

The bright red and shocking blood made his body sway again.

Dong Bo and the other three people were stunned for a moment, and then they all jumped up. Someone pulled out a metal folding stick from his waist.

Chen Chuan was still sitting calmly on the sofa drinking water. He put down the glass ashtray in his hand, and there was a little blood on the bottom of the ashtray.

Chen Chuan said: "Be careful and don't stain the sofa or carpet. Whoever stains it will be responsible for the damage."

"Brother Qiang, are you okay?" Dong Bo looked nervously at the black-faced young man who was bleeding profusely.

"I, I was a little dizzy when I was riding the horse. This guy was so quick to ride the horse by surprise!" The black-faced young man covered his bleeding head.

Someone reacted and rushed to the bathroom, got toilet paper and towels to cover the black-faced young man to stop the bleeding.

Chen Chuan was not nervous, because he was relatively well-prepared when he struck, and his force control was precise enough to break the skin on the head and bleed, without causing serious blunt force injuries or concussions.

However, it looked bloody and scary.

"You hit someone first. According to the public security punishment regulations, you, you, you committed a crime, do you know?" Dong Bo pointed at Chen Chuan.

"Hurry up and help me get bandaged!" The black-faced young man reacted, stood up immediately, and trotted out with someone helping him.

There were three people left in the room: Chen Chuan, Dong Bo, and another young man.

The young man was holding a metal folding stick in his hand. With a stern look on his face, he said, "Since you were the one who made the first move and broke the boat for our strong brother, then I won't be polite!"

Whoops!

The young man shook the metal folding stick in his hand, which looked very lethal.

But the next second... the young man saw Chen Chuan pick up a one-meter-long wooden knife from the sofa.

The wooden sword was so jet black that it seemed hard to tell whether it was an iron sword or a wooden sword. It could only be seen from the thickness that it looked like wood.

"I'll go! Where did you take out this big thing?" The young man turned pale and looked at the 30-centimeter-long metal folding stick in his hand, and then at the one-meter-long wooden knife in Chen Chuan's hand.

"Ding, [Weapon Master] status is triggered, charm value +50 points, heroic value +50 points! PS: The higher the heroic value, the stronger the fighting momentum, and the less likely it is that the momentum will be at a disadvantage in the confrontation." The system prompts.

Chen Chuan understood, this "heroic value" can be understood as "courage value". The more powerful this thing is, the more courageous you will be in a fight... In metaphysics, it is roughly equivalent to a "small universe"!

"Come on, draw the sword!" Chen Chuan shouted with fierce fighting spirit, holding the sword in both hands.

Dong Bo and the young man holding the folding stick trembled.

Boom, boom, boom!

At this time, someone knocked on the door again. When the black-faced young man went out just now, the door was not closed.

Chen Chuan looked at the door and saw that it was Wang Facai.

Wang Facai looked like he had taken a shower and changed into new clothes. She was wearing the Chanel jacket he bought for her in the morning. Not to mention, a man relies on clothes, a horse relies on a saddle, and a dog can run happily with bells. This king has made a fortune, put on designer clothes, put on light makeup, and blow-dried his hair. He really looks like a fresh little beauty.

She stood at the door shivering and asked: "What's going on? Why are you wielding a knife and a stick, and you want to fight? Put it away quickly, or I will call the police!"

"That's right, let him put the guy away quickly! Otherwise, call the police!" Dong Bo said together with the young man with the folding stick.

"Chen Chuan, are you okay? Should I call the police?" Wang Facai asked nervously.

Chen Chuan felt that the desire to fight in his body was quite strong. He didn't know if the buff of [Weapon Master] was at work, but looking at the posture in front of him, Dong Bo and Dong Bo were obviously not strong enough to fight. That's not certain. Wang Facai, who had just arrived, was at gunpoint. Maybe the target of the fight would shift to her, and she would inevitably be beaten.

"You two leave quickly, or I will call the police!" Wang Facai shouted at Dong Bo and Dong Bo.

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