The strongest way to be narcissistic

beginning of winter.

A big event happened in Mingcheng that night.

The famous bar street in Mingcheng was sealed off for unknown reasons.However, there are rumors that it is related to the || drug trafficking case.

After several months of planning and deployment, Mingcheng and Lancheng police were dispatched recently to wipe out a large and complex drug trafficking gang that has been in existence for many years.

Today, the official media finally announced the news, and there are still five related personnel at large.

Qiao Peisheng got up early in the morning, turned on the TV, and watched the news being broadcast. He saw mosaic faces flashing across it, and he could still recognize who was who at first glance.

Deng Yusa is among them.

It can be seen that Xiong Tianlong is finally willing to deal with these nasty things, and the last stone in his heart can finally be completely let go.

Once on his track, those restless factors no longer exist at this moment.Does this mean that he has completely changed the tragedy about Song Ange?

Anyone can do well?

Sister Tong, Song Ange, and even Song Cheng, no one will die, everyone can live according to their own wishes, at least they will not die because of Song Ange.

What a delight.

The boy on the bed turned over, and stretched out his hand to touch the rest of the bed in a daze, only to find that there was no one there, and he came to his senses with a "wow—" The bedroom door to go find Joe Fool who should have fallen asleep with him.

The light in the living room was on, and the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was still gloomy. Because of the cooler weather, there was a layer of water mist on the glass.

And his idiot Joe was sitting on the sofa at this moment, staring at the TV showing the advertisement, with a look on his face that he didn't know how to describe.

It seems to smell like alcohol?

His eyes were looking for where the smell of wine emanated from.

"Put on your clothes." Qiao Peicheng raised his eyes when he heard the movement.

I saw the young man not hanging at all, standing beside him foolishly, we could vaguely see the traces left on him before going to bed, I couldn't bear to look directly at him right now. "Wipe my mouth clean."

At the same time, he got up and drew the open curtains.Fortunately, there is no nearby residential building opposite, otherwise a voyeur or the like would have to see everything.

Song Ange, who was afraid of the cold, suddenly shivered, and obediently ran to the bedroom, put on his clothes and pants to keep warm, came back to the living room, sat down on the sofa naturally, and snuggled up to idiot Qiao who was still drinking.

"Brother Cheng, are you in a bad mood?"

After getting along for so long, he knew that idiot Joe didn't like drinking and smoking, and he would only touch a little bit when he was in a bad mood.

Why is he in a bad mood now?

"No, I'm in a good mood." I was in such a good mood that I felt a little melancholy, just in time to find that I hadn't finished drinking the wine I bought before, so I took it out and settled it together.

"Then why are you in a good mood?" Song Ange sometimes couldn't see through Qiao idiot, even if they were the same person.

Who made Qiao fool experience the tragedy of life, he couldn't and couldn't step on it.

People change. As Qiao Peisheng, Song Ange is no longer what he was before. Naturally, he can't use Song Ange's thinking to guess what the other person is thinking.

Because of this, he wanted to understand Qiao Peisheng more and more deeply.

He wanted to know everything about Qiao Peisheng as Song Ange.

From the sporadic fragments of the dream, he could feel the pain and despair of idiot Joe.

Unable to truly empathize with him, he just wanted to share those secrets that could not be told for idiot Joe.

He wanted to tell him that he actually knew the real connection between them.

But he was also afraid that the situation would develop in a direction beyond his control, so he lost fool Joe.

Qiao Peicheng didn't notice Little Song's weirdness, and replied: "I'm glad that the stumbling block in my life has finally been removed."

Song Ange asked tentatively: "Can you tell me what's going on?"

"No." Qiao Peisheng refused without thinking.

Hearing the boy's sullen oh, Qiao Peicheng's mouth was slightly bitter.

He wanted to say it, wanted to say it crazily.

Because of his selfishness, he wanted to tell Song Ange, who knows nothing and is enjoying life, countless times, that we are actually the same person, and that your life would be so terrible without me.

He was jealous of this little kid, jealous that he could get his own redemption.

It's ironic to be jealous of yourself.

Qiao Peicheng knew that he was sick again, heartbroken.

The only cure is still not working!

When he was upset, he always had to do something. He didn't want to drink any more wine. He pulled the little boy who was almost shrinking into his arms because he was afraid of the cold, and he opened his mouth to bite.

"It hurts—" Song Ange couldn't help grabbing him, humming.

"Don't raise your head if it hurts, you little pervert." Qiao Peicheng gritted his teeth, wanting to squeeze the other party's energetic gadget a few times.

This can all react, and it is strong enough, but it is not enough to fight.

Hearing this, Song Ange blushed and muttered, how could he be blamed for this being a physiological reaction?

Stupid Joe was right, he was a bit of a pervert - he turned on him with the right kind of rough || violence to him.

"Give me a touch." He had to seize every opportunity for intimacy.

Ruthless hands pushed him away.

"Touch your head, be careful of kidney deficiency at a young age. Go wash up and write the test paper immediately."

Over time, the graduating class has more and more homework.Not only Song Ange has to suffer, but he also has to suffer and learn together with him.

This foundation is poor, it is difficult to do.

He needs to help this kid analyze all kinds of wrong questions, open up his idiot-like thinking, and prevent him from always falling into the same pit.For this reason, he went to bed later and later, and had to find time to properly satisfy this kid's young restlessness.

While being happy together, my heart is constantly struggling.

To be honest, he himself is hypocritical enough.

Little friend Song didn't give up and leaned over. "It's okay to eat, it will come out faster."

"Believe it or not, I'll explode?" Didn't you bite enough yesterday?I don't know how to measure. "Anyway, I think it's basically useless for you to keep this thing, just throw it away."

"Stingy."

Listening to the tone, Song Ange knew that there was basically nothing to do, so he was unwilling to run to the bathroom to solve it by himself, and obediently went to the study to do his homework.

For the whole day, except for eating and going to the bathroom, he stayed in the study. When he was so tired that he collapsed, he would go to Fool Joe to ask for a sip of honey kiss to recharge his batteries.

Is the so-called pain and happiness.

The blockade of Bar Street has attracted a lot of attention.

Most of Mingruo's third-year high school students knew that half of Bar Street's assets belonged to Xiong Yunhui's brother in their class.

Now that such a big incident has happened, the street is blocked, and his brother is a well-known big boss, it is impossible to be innocent no matter what.

Even though Xiong Tianlong's name was not included in the public list of arrested persons and the fugitive list in the news.

These people still think that Xiong Yunhui's brother is unclean, he must have done something outrageous, and the reason why he was not caught must be someone above him.

There is no way to sanction the law, so they have to do something, at least do something to Xiong Yunhui who is still studying in school.

Isolation was the first behavior of these little kids.

Because when the incident happened, Song Ange didn't watch the news related to it on TV in time, Joe fool didn't let him play with his mobile phone, didn't let him touch the computer, and no one talked about it in a big way at school, at most small groups talked about it in private.

So he is still unknown about the case.

It wasn't until someone deliberately knocked off the well-placed textbooks on Xiong Yunhui's desk, and amidst the low laughter from a group of people, he began to realize that there was a problem.

Seeing this, he grabbed Xiong Yunhui and told her not to touch the textbook on the floor, then walked to the malicious classmate and ordered: "Pick it up."

The person who did this was a boy with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked gentle, but his actions were disgusting.

The boys knew a lot about Song Ange's great achievements in the sixth middle school, and they were afraid, but in order to save face, they refused to let go, their buttocks were stuck to a stool with 502 glue, and they didn't move.

"I said pick it up." Song Ange didn't want to hit anyone.Stupid Qiao doesn't like the impulsive and thoughtless Song Ange, so he has to suppress his always frizzy mentality.

The boy replied unconvinced: "Why did you pick it up? I didn't do it on purpose? And why are you so angry? You like her? Then go pick it up."

People who care about face are stubborn, and even if they hit the south wall, they have to be lucky.

"Ask one last time, will you pick it up or not!"

With a "bang--", Song Ange slammed the table vigorously, as if he was about to catch the four-eyed boy and lift him up, the other party faltered instantly.

"Pick it up and pick it up."

Afraid of being beaten, the boy rushed to pick up the book Xiong Yunhui dropped on the floor, thinking that the matter would be over, but Song Ange said, "Apologize."

Now that the matter has come to this, of course he has to apologize obediently.

The boy blushed. "Xiong Yunhui, I'm sorry, I accidentally touched your book."

Everyone in the class went to see Xiong Yunhui, who was being scolded, and thought that her eyes would be red no matter what, but they didn't know that this little girl was fine, and she stared at the boy in front of her with a smile on her chin.

"It's okay, just let your hands grow some eyes next time you walk."

With this appearance and tone, she doesn't look like a weak girl who is being bullied by others.

Song Ange looked at her strangely, did this girl not know that she was clearly being targeted?

Can the heart not be so big?

A girl sitting in the back paid close attention to her for a long time. Seeing Siyanzi's cowardly appearance, she went to look at Song Ange who had nothing to do with Xiong Yunhui and suddenly came out to help. She frowned, and the pen in her hand kept spinning between her fingers .

Song Ange wanted to talk to Xiong Yunhui about what was going on, but seeing that she had to give up on the class, she thought about waiting for the big break at noon to drag her out to ask her.

As a result, at noon, the girl disappeared instantly.

"Did you see where Xiong Yunhui went?"

Song Ange caught the four-eyed boy before, and asked in a fierce tone.

Sometimes, being aggressive can solve a lot of things.

"No... hiccup... I didn't see it." The boy hiccupped in fright.

It's worthless.

"Ask you, why are you targeting her today?"

In the past, only a few girls gossiped behind their backs because of jealousy, but they didn't dare to bully others so blatantly.

Something must have happened here.

"You don't know? It's been broadcast on the news. Xiong Yunhui's brother is related to drug trafficking. All the money she spends on her is obtained by harming others. She still has the face to attend class." Speaking of this, the boys seem to have Emboldened.

The relevant departments did not say that Xiong Yunhui's brother was guilty, but they were good enough to spread the rumors and directly spread the stain on others, and they were not allowed to wash.

Fearing that Song Ange wouldn't believe it, Four Eyed Boy caught the other students and asked them to talk about it too.

Song Ange didn't believe their nonsense.

Otherwise, his sister Tong would have been underestimated by those rumors with a nose and eyes.

If it was really like what they said, it would be impossible for Xiong Yunhui to still be able to attend classes here in peace.

Letting go of Four Eyes Boy, he found that the few girls who liked to talk about Xiong Yunhui behind their backs before were not there, and it has something to do with Xiong Yunhui's disappearance in all likelihood.

There were many bullying incidents among girls in the sixth middle school he used to attend. Song Ange knew where this group of people would take Xiong Yunhui at a guess.

That place is the place where there will be absolutely no surveillance cameras - the bathroom.

Sure enough, Song Ange saw one of the girls standing outside the door in the bathroom not far away. When someone wanted to go in, the girl said something, and the person who wanted to go to the bathroom turned and walked away.

Xiong Yunhui is [-]% inside.

"What are you doing? This is the women's bathroom."

The girl who let the wind blocked Song Ange who was about to break in, because she was afraid of being noticed, she didn't dare to shout.

"Bam—"

There was a loud noise from inside, which seemed to be the sound of a bucket or something hitting the floor.

When Song Ange heard the movement, she immediately pushed the girl who was in the way and rushed in. After walking a few steps, she almost collided with a girl who was walking towards her and was completely soaked.

This girl is Xiong Yunhui.

It's just that she didn't look like she was being bullied at all. The moment she saw Song Ange, she smiled as brightly as ever. "Song Ange, you're late this time, I'll take care of it myself."

Song Ange looked back, and there were three girls who were also drenched not far away, one of them was coughing while holding his neck, with an expression of disbelief.

Song Ange knew her. This person liked to create rumors about Xiong Yunhui, and he always called the girl Xiong Yunhui's biao in private.

"Not doing anything doesn't mean I'm afraid, but I just don't think it's necessary to argue with a group of kids who haven't had much experience in the world and who like mouth addiction. It's very suitable. I'm actually quite good at countering violence with violence."

The little girl's face was facing Song Ange who was in the mist, but she was talking to the girl behind her.

Xiong Yunhui never belonged to the little princess who was spoiled by her brother in honey.

Being 17 years old doesn't mean the same mentality.

What she has experienced has long been doomed that she cannot be the same as her peers.

The little girl indifferently squeezed the water on her body and asked. "Song Ange, can you lend me your coat?"

Song Ange took it off to her.

"Thanks, you go to eat first, I'll go to the dormitory to change clothes, and I'll give it to you after drying. Soon." Mingruo's dormitory conditions are very high-end, and there are still dryers.

Indeed, soon, Xiong Yunhui changed into a new school uniform and went to the cafeteria, carried the plate of food to Song Ange's sitting place, and handed him the bagged clothes.

Song Ange took it and said, "Your brother..."

Xiong Yunhui didn't mind talking about it with Song Ange at all. "It's nonsense. Although my brother can't be said to be a good person, he won't do that kind of thing."

"you……"

"I've always been like this. In fact, you didn't come to save me back then, and I could have dealt with those people, because I had learned some self-defense skills before that. Fighting, to be honest, should be pretty good. Do you want to know why?"

While talking, the little girl wiped her mouth with a tissue, looked at Song Ange with a smile, and continued——

"Because when I was 13 years old, I attempted to kill myself in order to protect myself, and I almost died in the end. I didn't want to die again, so I went to learn."

Seeing the stunned expression of the young man, Xiong Yunhui chuckled.

"I'm lying to you, do I look so cruel? My brother can't bear to let me get hurt. In fact, I thought it was cool for girls to fight, so I learned it. I wanted to practice my achievements before, but I didn't expect you to come here." The hero saved the beauty, which made me fall in love with you."

The tone is relaxed, it seems that it is really like what she said.

Are you cheating or not?

Who knows but the parties involved?

The little girl looked at her white hands and continued to eat.

Today is the day when Mingruo students can go home.

After school, Song Ange followed Xiong Yunhui out of the school gate.

Seems like a normal day, but...

"Ahhhhh!!"

Shouts broke through the frolicking crowd, and some people ran back, seemingly saying words like "gun" and "hijacking".

Some were afraid, some were amazed, some were running, and some were watching. A large circle of people formed not far from Mingruo’s school gate. Several people who should be plainclothes policemen were pointing guns at the suspects in the encirclement and raised their voices:

"Put the gun down!"

Listening to the scattered discussions of people around him, Song Ange roughly knew that someone had kidnapped passers-by for unknown reasons.

"Song Ange, is that Zhao Jianshui?"

Xiong Yunhui felt that someone looked familiar, Lala Song Ange.

She was referring to the one with the gun.

Zhao Jianshui is one of the five fugitives.

But what Song Ange saw was another person.

The one who was held in the back of the head with a gun.

His joe fool.