Reborn As the Ex-wife of the Paranoid Male Lead

Chapter 11: how long will you hold

The monkey is still babbling: "Speaking of last time, I'm really sorry for you and the class representative. I'm not enough buddies about the Internet cafe. I've always wanted to invite the two of you to dinner, but you know Shen Cheng, who is a cold person. I dare not ask, you say..."

Jian Shiwu suddenly put away the test paper, he looked at the monkey, his momentum changed: "Go."

The monkey widened his eyes: "Where are you going?"

"It's time for you to repay!"

"..."

At night, the sky in Cangyun City is dotted with stars. In this era, wireless network is not popular. The TV at home relies on the cauldron to watch news broadcasts. People bring their own small benches, or stand in front of the supermarket to watch a movie, and the Zixia fairy inside is smart and beautiful.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Shen Cheng walked out of the restaurant on his way home.

There are few people in the alley at night, and the sound of crickets is heard from time to time. He is walking on the road with a black backpack on his back, and his pace is calm. On both sides of the trail, there are several men in black leather jackets smoking cigarettes , and waited with an unpleasant expression.

Shen Cheng glanced at it lightly and continued to walk forward.

The leading middle-aged man said, "You are Gao Can's son, right?"

Shen Cheng stopped in his footsteps, raised his face and looked at them. The five tall and tall middle-aged men were taller than the teenagers and much stronger than him, but Shen Cheng just stood there calmly, even a touch of fear. The look did not give them.

"Tsk, not bad."

With a cigarette in his mouth, the middle-aged man walked in slowly and raised his eyebrows: "Do you know why we are looking for you?"

A few men next to him also gathered around and started talking at length:

"Do you know that your mother owes us money?"

"She said you have money."

"Little brother, we don't want to embarrass you either, just take out the money and we'll go."

Shen Cheng said quietly, "I have no money."

The leading middle-aged man scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, where did you get your tuition without money?"

Shen Cheng didn't speak, turned his head and walked to the other side. The others seemed to have sensed his intention and formed a surrounding circle.

"Little brother, if we don't take the money, we're welcome."

"Is it in the bag?"

"Bring it to me to see..."

Someone reached out and wanted to take Shen Cheng's bag, Shen Cheng's dark eyes were fixed on the hand that was reaching out to his shoulder, and the fist that was ready to go was slowly tightened. Anyone who knew a little bit could see that Shen Cheng was defensive. The posture is very professional. If the other party really reaches out his hand so unprepared, he will definitely be hit with a single blow, just at that critical moment—

"class president!"

A shout came from the end of the trail.

Xiao Chuan ran like a gust of wind with his schoolbag on his back. He hurried over and rammed directly into the man who stretched out his hand towards Shen Cheng. Like a cannonball, relying on his weight and speed, he knocked people apart, including the smoker behind him. The big brother also never expected that, as a result, he was hit by the belt and two, and all fell to the ground.