On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

On the day of the placement test for the sixth middle school, everyone is facing a formidable enemy, and there are not a few people who open their eyes and wait for the dawn. Jin Heng got up as usual, and habitually touched the side, only to find that it was empty, only a slight noise came from the kitchen.

He put on his clothes and went out to have a look, only to see that Yan was frying eggs in front of the stove, the other party frowned, as if he was facing an enemy, the oil pan rattled, and there were a few fried failed products on the plate next to him.

Jin Heng leaned against the door frame, looked at it for a while, and finally asked aloud: "What are you doing?"

Wen Yan took the time to glance at him: "Fried eggs, can't you tell?"

Jin Heng thought he was frying. Hearing this, he nodded and wanted to laugh, but he didn't show it. He turned and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, Wen Yan had already set the table, a plate of fried eggs, a plate of deep-fried dough sticks, and two cups of soy milk.

Inexplicably simple, but also seems to be full of heart.

Jin Heng pulled out the chair and sat down beside him: "Why do you have to cook by yourself?"

Wen Yan picks and chooses, puts two fairly good-looking eggs into Jin Heng's bowl with his chopsticks, and puts another fritter in the past. He adds up to 100 points and explains the reason: "The fried eggs downstairs are sold out." .”

Jin Heng remembered today's placement test, understood what he meant, looked at the golden fried dough stick, picked up the soy milk and took a sip: "You fried the fried dough stick too?"

Wen Yan crossed his legs, whether he was sitting or not: "No."

Jin Heng guessed that he didn't have that skill either, so he ate the fried egg and it felt a bit oily, but it was fine with soy milk: "You're a bit superstitious."

Besides, the full score is now 150.

Wen Yan obviously didn't notice this, anyway, he saw other people's parents do this when he was a child. He ate the fried eggs by himself, and drank the soy milk in the cup. Seeing that Jin Heng had almost eaten, he got up and said, "Let's go, if you are late, you will be late."

Jin Heng put on the school uniform, only to find that he took Wen Yan's by mistake, took it off and changed it back, looking unhurried, ignoring the passage of time: "Aren't you late every day?"

Wen Yan thought to himself that it was fine if he was late, but he couldn't drag Jin Heng to be late together, so he put on his shoes in twos and lazily hummed: "For the sake of your exam today, I will accompany you to get up early."

It perfectly interprets what it means that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry.

Jin Heng stepped forward slightly, leaned against the door and kissed him. It could be seen that Wen Yan's mind, which was not so clear-headed because of getting up early, became even more chaotic. In the end, he was too hypoxic, and even Jin Heng took him out any time. have no idea.

There are vendors everywhere on the street, noisy and bustling, and the early morning breakfast stalls are still hot, curling up far away.

Wen Yan put his hands in his pockets and walked to school with Jin Heng, carrying a black schoolbag on his left shoulder, which contained a sharp and heavy Ci Hai. He always felt safe without bricks.

When approaching the gate of No. 6 High School, Wen Yan said to Jin Heng: "Take the exam well and come back with a perfect score."

Jin Heng raised his eyebrows slightly: "How do you know it's a perfect score?"

Wen Yan squinted at him: "You ate two fried eggs for me, plus a fried dough stick."

Jin Heng didn't know what to think of, and was silent for a moment: "...I forgot to eat fried dough sticks."

"..."

Wen Yan's painstaking efforts went to waste, he was so stupid, he thought Jin Heng only ate two eggs, so he would come back with zero eggs in the exam. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of people coming from the corner of his eye, squinted his eyes calmly, grabbed Jin Heng's wrist and pulled him behind him.

After Jiang Shaolong dropped out of school, he had no peace at home for a long time, hanging out with a group of social people all day long, and now he has a few cronies. He has always hated Jin Heng and Wen Yan in his heart, and specially guarded at the gate of No. 6 Middle School to arrest them.

Jiang Shaolong was tall and strong, dressed in a sleek manner, and with four or five accomplices behind him, he looked like a gangster. He saw Jin Heng from a long distance, and walked over with someone, kicked the soda cans blocking the way away, and said with a fake smile: "Jin Heng, long time no see."

Jin Heng ignored him, but turned his head to look at Wen Yan: "Can you beat them?"

Wen Yan preliminarily estimated the number of people on both sides: "Have you ever heard that two fists are no match for four hands?"

Jin Heng nodded: "I understand."

Can't beat it.

Wen Yan sent a message on his mobile phone, then turned off the screen, stuffed it into his pocket, flexed his knuckles, and said, "I'll call one, two, three, and you run straight to school."

No. 6 Middle School is only a short distance from here.

Jin Heng asked, "What about you?"

Wen Yan thought to himself that I don't need to take the exam: "Why do you ask so many questions, just run away."

Seeing the two of them whispering to each other like no one else, Jiang Shaolong was annoyed, and his face darkened a little bit, he said with a sneer, "Jin Heng, you are dying, why are you still talking so much?"

Although Jiang Shaolong is not at school, it does not prevent him from learning about Jin Heng. I heard that Jin Heng's grades are very good, I heard that Jin Heng is about to be promoted to a key class, and one thing after another is being suppressed, which makes his already unbalanced mentality even more tilted.

Jiang Shaolong knew about today's placement test, so he deliberately picked this day to block people.

Jin Heng was not in a hurry at all, he stood behind Wen Yan, showed a strange smile to Jiang Shaolong, then slowly raised his hand, making a gesture of wiping his neck, as if to remind him something: "I'm about to die, don't let me say more A few words?"

Jiang Shaolong inexplicably recalled the cold murderous intent on Jin Heng's body when he resisted him for the first time, his back was a little chilled, but he didn't want to retreat, he gritted his teeth and said to the people behind him: "It's just the two of them, go up and fight hard in a while. hit hard, come out

It's up to me. "

The gangsters behind him looked like adults, and they walked up to make trouble when they heard the words. The red-haired boy who had been standing beside him casually just now swung a schoolbag over, and he didn't know what was in it. It hit people's eyes with gold stars.

Wen Yan kicked the visitor's abdomen, the move was ruthless and fast, and at the same time shouted to Jin Heng: "Run!"

He wanted Jin Heng to rush into the school, but Jin Heng grabbed his wrist and pulled him to run in the opposite direction. His figure quickly disappeared into the crowd. Jiang Shaolong and the others came to their senses. Chasing after him, cursing: "Damn it! How dare you hit me with your schoolbag and beat him to death!"

It is a common occurrence for punks to fight, as long as there is no blood or death, no one cares about them. When passers-by around see them chasing, they just keep away from them because they don't want to cause trouble.

Wen Yan was dragged away by Jin Heng, almost unable to react: "Fuck, I told you to go to school, who told you to run this way!"

He was still thinking about Jin Heng's exam.

Jin Heng dragged him through the streets and alleys at high speed, feeling like he was fleeing from death, although in fact he was indeed fleeing, the strong wind lifted the corners of their clothes and messed up their hair, but it was as if they had broken free from the shackles. With a kind of unscrupulous joy.

Jin Heng curled his lips and glanced at Wen Yan, at this moment, he could still laugh: "I can't help it, I don't have a good sense of direction."

The wind blew his voice away.

Seeing that Jiang Shaolong and the others were getting closer and closer, Wen Yan simply turned around and pulled Jin Heng over the roadside guardrail. Taking advantage of the last few seconds of the green light, he rushed across the road and returned to the original road on the opposite side of the street, running towards the Chongming campus. Go: "Go, find Xu Meng and the others!

"

When there are few people, fight for strength, and when there are many people, you have to fight for brothers.

Wen Yan wondered if he had been idle for too long and didn't fight. Even a cat or dog like Jiang Shaolong dared to bring people to block him. He was holding Jin Heng's hand so tightly that a thin layer of sticky sweat broke out, but he never dared to let go.

When approaching the periphery of the Chongming campus, a group of delinquent teenagers stood under the tree, roughly seven or eight of them, and they were Xu Meng and the others.

Wen Yan ran over with Jin Heng, and then braked almost dangerously, without breathing evenly, and couldn't hold back his swearing when he saw this: "Damn, I asked you to bring someone to the rescue, why are you squatting here to smoke?!"

Xu Meng threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stamped it out, stood up from the ground, put his hand in front of his forehead, looked at Jiang Shaolong and the others who were chasing him, then at Wen Yan who was out of breath, and patted his face. Shoulder said: "Isn't this fucking waiting for the traffic light? You didn't tell me where you were."

Jiang Shaolong and others caught up and were about to start scolding, but found that Xu Meng and others were also there, and couldn't help choking back the words, the breath was stuck in his chest, and his face was livid.

Now the numbers of the two sides are roughly equal at last, and there are several more on Wen Yan's side, and even if he thinks about it, he can't beat him.

Originally, Jiang Shaolong just wanted to take advantage of the two of them leaving alone to clean up, but unexpectedly he made a mistake. Ignoring the "brother" who was with him, he backed away calmly and wanted to run, but unexpectedly his shoulders sank, and someone pushed him violently from behind, staggering and almost falling to the ground.

"Isn't it exciting not to chase just now? What are you running for?"

Wen Yan raised his hand to brush his sweaty hair back, and stared at Jiang Shaolong with dark eyes, seeing the other person's expression gradually flustered, remembering that he was being chased by such a bastard just now and running around the street, he almost laughed out of anger. Turning around to calm down his emotions, then turning around without warning, the wind of his legs kicked him to the ground fiercely.

"Well!"

Jiang Shaolong fell to the ground clutching his stomach, struggling to get up, Wen Yan swung his schoolbag on him when he saw this, only to hear Jiang Shaolong scream again, and lay back half dead, begging for mercy.

Fighting in groups on the street is really ugly, Xu Meng signaled the people behind him to lead them into the alley, and said with a smile: "Treat me well."

Jin Heng was tired from running, so he sat resting in a flower bed by the side of the road. He saw Wenyan walk into the alley, and came out after a long time. Hide away.

Jin Heng patted the empty seat beside him: "Sit down."

When Wen Yan saw him, the dark tide in his eyes faded a little, and he sat down lazily and out of shape as before, fanning the wind with the corner of his clothes, and muttering: "What a fucking embarrassment."

Jin Heng smiled with interest: "Are you referring to Jiang Shaolong, or yourself?"

Hearing this, Xu Meng joked beside him: "Of course it refers to himself, he was kicked out like a mouse, it's embarrassing, he was not like this before."

In Wen Yan's bones, he could faintly see a bit perverted and ruthless. He used to fight with people covered in blood and would not admit defeat and run away, but this time when Jin Heng was here, he didn't dare to fight because he had scruples in his heart.

Jin Heng shook his head, disapproving of Xu Meng's words: "Life is more important."

As he spoke, he moved his fingertips, as if he wanted to hold Wenyan's hand, but he was about to move a few times, and finally he lay dormant quietly in the same place.

Wen Yan opened his schoolbag, looked at the undamaged thick book inside, and weighed it in his hands, wondering: "It's actually better than bricks, and it won't break after so many hits."

Jin Heng smiled: "This is the power of knowledge."