C2 Is He a Bad Boy

Bathroom and tea room, as usual, are places where students exchange gossip.

Su Han had been "hiding" in these two places for an entire afternoon. After successfully finding out Lih Jinghuai's specific situation, she could not help but be surprised.

In the previous Baidu Encyclopedia, it was clearly written that he graduated from Imperial Second Senior High and was ranked first in the entire province for his college entrance examination results.

Normally, he should be a famous bookworm who diligently studied. Why was he, in the girl's words, a "bad student" who was good at skipping classes, fighting, and contradicting the teacher?

The first class in the afternoon was physical education class. Su Han secretly left the school from the side door near the canteen. She planned to take a stroll around the milk tea shop that Lih Jinghuai frequently visited.

Her hearing was false, but seeing was reality. She did not believe that her idol was such a character.

The narrow and narrow corridor near Zhongshan South Road was narrow and dirty. It was the place where the cleaners piled the garbage trucks.

Su Han was about to hold her breath and pass when she heard howls from the end of the road. The sound of someone hitting the wall and the sound of steel pipes hitting the ground could be heard!

"Who is fighting?"

She tiptoed and looked inside. Other than seeing a few figures running away in panic, she did not see anything else.

"It should be the end of the fight?"

She muttered to herself. Just as she was about to leave, the girls' discussion rang in her mind again.

Key words: Fight.

So, would Lih Jinghuai be at the end of the tunnel? !

Su Han immediately plucked up her courage and walked over step by step.

At the bottom of the wall, a young man with short maroon hair was sitting there. One of his long legs was stretched out while the other was supporting his arm. He brushed away the blood on his arm carelessly and untied the last button on his shirt. He looked up at the sky, gasping for breath.

"Student, you... Are you alright?"

The youth heard the sound and regained his vigilance.

His cold eyes were filled with ice and couldn't be dispelled.

Su Han inexplicably wanted to cry.

After knowing the news of Lih Jinghuai's death in the early morning, she once again saw this face that was as handsome as a god. She was lucky.

"I didn't beat you up. Why are you crying?"

His voice was like a cold spring. He moved his gaze away, indifferent and distant.

Compared to the idol in the camera, Lih Jinghuai seemed to be surrounded by resentment and resentment, which was hard to understand.

"You are still injured. Why don't I call a taxi and take you to the hospital?"

He did not win this battle easily.

Other than the fact that there was no wound on his face, the dirt on his white shirt, and the bleeding wounds on his arms had already explained everything.

"You don't need to worry about my business"

Lih Jinghuai put his right hand on the ground and struggled to stand up. His eyes still jumped over her head, and he planned to leave this place.

However, at the entrance of the tunnel, a group of gangsters suddenly appeared.

"Boss! He was the one who hit us just now!"

"Yo, isn't he a top student from Second Senior High School?" The leader took a puff of smoke. "He's just a pretty boy, and you still can't beat him? Go, cripple his legs for me!"

Seeing this, the youth's eyes dimmed. Just as he wanted to walk to the front to fight, he was stopped by Su Han.

"You just wait here in peace. Let me do it!"

... "You?"

His gaze lingered on Su Han for a second. His face was filled with disbelief.

After all, a fat man's flexibility was limited. He was not as flexible as a normal person. How could he fight alone and win against those "seasoned" gangsters?

"Yes, that's me." Su Han bent down and picked up the steel pipe on the ground. She looked back at him again. "Student, listen to me. Stay here. I don't want you to get hurt again."

... "Okay."

The young man's expression eased up and he turned to look at the front nervously.

As for the fat girl, she seemed to be fearless as she dragged the steel pipe and walked over...