Chapter 13: Mint Hug

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Song Yu was not familiar with the terrain at all, and called the police while running.

Panting.

"Hello, 110?"

"A group of unscrupulous teenagers on Lianyun Street gang up against a poor high school student. Does anyone care?"

This group of social teenagers with knives and sticks should accept the baptism of socialism, and let the police come to eliminate violence and peace.

The police found this passage a bit familiar, "This classmate..." Was it you who was called the police last time?

It's just that Song Yu has hung up the phone.

There are many alleys on Lianyun Street, and the moonlight is blurred and the stars are dim, dragging out the long shadows of the street lamps.

Song Yu went around, and finally turned himself into a dead end.

"Fuck."

They circled around and threw out a lot of gangsters temporarily, but the alley was very deep and it led to the main street. It was too dangerous to go back the same way.

Song Yu looked aside, saw a trash can, then raised his head to see the height of the lower wall, gritted his teeth, and pointed upwards: "Let's jump over."

Xie Sui tilted his head and looked at him with pitch-black eyes, "Are you sure?"

Song Yu has already begun to push him: "Go up."

The trash can is made of plastic. Song Yu only dared to step on the edge, and he had to use Xie Sui's strength to climb the wall.

After waiting for someone to sit on the wall, Song Yu turned his head back, cursing swear words in the middle of the night. "Fuck me".

Behind the wall is the family's yard. The fence in the yard is very sharp and there are glass shards. It is the kind of shrub with thorns that jumped down. Besides, there is a sleeping dog.

Song Yu: "......"

Damn, he's afraid of dogs.

By this time Xie Sui had already sat beside him very easily.

The wind and moonlight on the wall and the street lights are all unique.

The line of sight becomes farther, and the whole night becomes quieter. Song Yu didn't know how many mints he had eaten along the way, which made the wind carry that smell, cool, sweet and slightly pungent.

Xie Sui looked back with his gaze, lowered his voice and smiled and asked, "What should I do now?"

Song Yu was so arrogant for so long that he was silent for the first time.

"found it!"

"Here!"

At this time, the gangsters also chased them, blocking the dead end, and seeing the two people sitting on the wall riding a tiger, they suddenly laughed wildly.

"You kids are here!"

"Hahahaha, this is what you have driven yourself into desperation!"

Song Yu is not afraid to have just started with them, and he has learned fighting for so many years in his previous life.

It's just that if he was slashed with the knife and the stick, and his wounds were not good enough to explain to grandma. If Grandma Meng gets serious, he will not even think about meeting Xie Sui again in the future.

Hong Mao spit out sputum, put the Nunchaks on his shoulders, and walked wildly: "Sitting on the wall is a living target. You were so crazy yesterday, I want you to kneel down crying today!"

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