Shenhao: After spending money on men, I became stronger!

While Zhou Zijun was riding his bike, he couldn't help but look at the girl sitting in front of him.

The girl quietly held the inside of the handle and looked at the road ahead with a pair of clean eyes. Wearing a mask, it was impossible to observe her entire face, but she could clearly see the slightly curly hair beside her ears and the clean and small auricles.

Although she lacks a bit of femininity and looks like a little sister who hasn't grown yet, she seems to have her attractive features.

The two of them stopped communicating. One was watching the road seriously, and the other was riding quietly.

It wasn't until they heard a burst of punching and kicking that the quiet atmosphere was broken.

"Zhou Zijun, did you hear it? What's the sound?" Ou Yihan looked at Zhou Zijun behind him with vigilant eyes.

Zhou Zijun stopped the car and looked into an alley without street lights:

"There should be someone fighting. Just wait here and I'll go take a look."

With that said, he parked the car, got out and walked into the alley.

Ou Yihan whispered to him from behind:

"Zhou Zijun, please pay attention to your safety."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Zijun's figure disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

Then there were more violent sounds of fists and kicks, and the man's miserable screams of pain.

Ou Yihan was frightened when she heard this while sitting on her motorcycle.

Because she was worried that something might happen to Zhou Zijun, she hesitated for a while, got out of the car, turned the phone screen to the dialing interface, entered 110, then turned on the flashlight of her phone, and walked into the alley using the light of her phone while observing the situation inside, thinking about what would happen if

If you find something is wrong, call 110 for help immediately.

In this way, Ou Yihan walked to the innermost part of the alley.

With the faint light of the mobile phone flashlight, the first thing she saw was a few men lying on the ground writhing in pain.

Then he saw Zhou Zijun standing not far away, exuding a cold and evil spirit like a god of war.

After Zhou Zijun saw Ou Yihan, he shook his sore wrist, walked over with long legs, stood beside her in a protective posture, and said coldly to the people on the ground:

"Why don't you get out? You want to fight again."

Several tall men on the ground glared angrily in Zhou Zijun's direction.

It's a pity that the girl who suddenly appeared shined a flashlight in their eyes, so that they couldn't see clearly who the man who hit them just now was, otherwise they would have to find more brothers to avenge them another day.

They suffered a sudden loss today. Several brothers had their right arms twisted off. It was useless for them to stay here, so the leader shouted "Go" and left.

After they all left, Ou Yihan asked Zhou Zijun:

"How are you? You're not hurt."

Zhou Zijun sneered: "How can they hurt me? I have been practicing Taekwondo since I was a child, so I have to deal with their little tricks."

Then he asked Ou Yihan:

"Why are you here? Didn't I ask you to wait outside?"

Ou Yihan said:

"I heard a lot of fierce fighting inside, and I was afraid something might happen to you."

Zhou Zijun smiled happily, bent his fingers, and slid them on the bridge of Ou Yihan's nose through the mask.

Ou Yihan leaned back, stretched out her hand to straighten her mask, and asked Zhou Zijun:

"What happened just now?"

Only then did Zhou Zijun remember that there was another person lying here.

"Those people were beating up a person in a group. When I came over, they thought I was an accomplice and attacked me without asking, so they were knocked down."

Ou Yihan heard what he said and took another look with the flashlight. Sure enough, she saw a dying figure in the corner of the alley.

The man was wearing a school uniform and was very tall. He should be a teenager. He was lying there lifelessly. He seemed to have been seriously injured on the back of his head, and there was a pool of blood flowing out from there.

"Look, that man seems to be seriously injured."

Zhou Zijun also saw it. His handsome face became a little more serious and he said:

"Let's go and have a look."

Ou Yihan held up a flashlight and followed Zhou Zijun over.

After getting closer and shining the flashlight on the young man's face, Ou Yihan's pupils dilated:

"Is it him...Gao Qingchen?"

Unlike Gao Qingchen, whom Ou Yihan met for the first time, he was particularly embarrassed this time.

The school uniform was stained with blood, his forehead was bruised, and his fair and handsome face was covered with bruises from being beaten.

He must have fainted, his eyes closed and motionless.

Zhou Zijun also recognized Gao Qingchen, and a trace of bad luck flashed in his eyes:

"Why is it him? If I had known it, I wouldn't have come here."

Ou Yihan felt that his attitude towards Gao Qingchen was quite strange, and couldn't help but ask:

"Do you have any grudge against Gao Qingchen?"

Zhou Zijun said coldly:

"How can you get revenge on someone you can't hit with a stick?"

Ou Yihan: "But I think your attitude towards him seems to be unharmonious."

Zhou Zijun pinched his waist with one hand:

"What is my disharmonious attitude towards him? Is it his disharmonious attitude towards people all over the world?"

Ou Yihan was a little confused and didn't understand what he meant.

Zhou Zijun patiently said a few more words to her:

"Gao Qingchen's character is not very likable. He doesn't have any friends in school. He goes his own way. Not only does he not fit in with others, but he sometimes does things that people don't understand. In addition, everyone also spreads rumors about him.

The nightclub did it…”

Zhou Zijun paused when he said this, as if he felt some words were dirty and didn't want to taint Ou Yihan's ears.

"In short, he is a man with no bottom line and no backbone. I, Zhou Zijun, look at him as if he were mud on the ground, and I don't want to have anything to do with him."

Ou Yihan knew why Zhou Zijun didn't want her to mention Gao Qingchen's name during the day.

It should be similar to how princes and nobles in ancient times looked down on young men of the same age among refugees.

They feel that they are not worthy of appearing in their own world, so they do not want anyone to compare them with themselves.

"Maybe... he has his own reasons, right? I don't think any boy would voluntarily go to work in a place like a nightclub."

Ou Yihan turned her head and looked at Gao Qingchen and said this.

Seeing her expression, Zhou Zijun was a little panicked. He moved his body to block Ou Yihan's view of Gao Qingchen, and said unhappily:

"Ou Yihan, you seem to be very concerned about Gao Qingchen. Do you like him? ... What's good about him? Apart from his good-looking face and good academic performance, he has nothing else."

Ou Yihan thinks Zhou Zijun's brain circuit is quite strange.

Why do you always talk about love and liking?

Can't you just think about normal relationships and emotions?

"No, I met Gao Qingchen in a Western restaurant. At that time, due to my personal reasons, it seemed that his job in the Western restaurant was disrupted. I don't know if he was reduced to this because he lost that job. I

I just feel a little guilty inside."

Zhou Zijun felt better:

"Are you sure that's all?"

Ou Yihan was a little impatient and answered with her eyebrows twisted:

"I'm sure that's all."

After finishing speaking, she walked around Zhou Zijun, squatted down and continued to observe Gao Qingchen's injuries.

"Do you want to save him?" Zhou Zijun squatted next to her and asked her.