Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

Li Mu unconsciously followed Yan Ran's line of sight.

Only then did he discover that Yan Ran was not staring at a place in the void in a daze.

Instead, he looked at the back of a person.

There are so many people in a class, and you can see so many people with just one look, but Li Mu has a beast-like intuition.

What Yan Ran looked at was——

The boy sitting in the front row was near the window. His back was very straight, like a green bamboo. Even if it's just a back view, it can give people a feeling that it's not easy to get along with.

Li Mu was able to know such a person because of that basketball game, which really left a deep impression on him.

So, why did Yan Ran stare at him?
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It's dark, it's already eleven o'clock, and for those crazy dudes, this is just the beginning.

But at this moment, Yan Ran proposed to leave first.

They were all shocked.

"Brother Yan, let's go? Don't you want to stay a little longer?"

"Yes, yes, let's play for a while."

Yan Ran shook his slightly dazed head, shook his hand, and left.

The lights in the box are colorful and dim.

The smell of alcohol and smoke mixed together, paralyzing people's nerves.

When closing the door, Yan Ran seemed to meet a pair of very familiar eyes for a moment.

Timidly, very harmlessly.

But the time was too short, maybe two seconds, the door was closed, and there was no time to take a closer look.

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The boy who was doing his homework in the small attic with the small desk lamp on, his cell phone vibrated.

It was almost hard to imagine anyone calling him at this late hour.

He has no friends and has always been a loner.

It's late at night now, who will call him?
A vibrating phone is like Pandora's box.

Song Wenjing was silent for a while before picking up the phone. It was a string of unfamiliar phone numbers.

Thinking it was an advertisement or sales call, he didn't want to answer it at first, so he pressed the answer button involuntarily.

"Song Wenjing, where are you?"

"How long do I have to wait?"

The voice from the phone was familiar yet unfamiliar with some complaints, and I don't know why, but there was also some challenge in the voice.There is a sense of panting like a joke, and when such commanding words are spoken, the people who listen directly feel itchy.

Arrogant, astringent.

Song Wenjing already thought it was a scam call, and was about to hang up, her fingers froze abruptly.

"...Is there something wrong with you? Do you want to die?"

I don't know what happened over there, the voice became a little noisy and indistinct, Yan Ran's voice was cold, but mixed with a thick hoarseness, it sounded wrong at all.

On the contrary, there is no deterrence.

The obscene words of other men came from other people on the phone. Those who were sloppy must be people from the society.

The inexplicably purposeful words that Yan Ran said were actually telling him cryptically.

Yan Ran is now in some trouble.

Song Wenjing dropped the pen in his hand, his jaw line tightened involuntarily, and his voice was deep, "Where are you now?"

Yan Ran cleverly revealed the address, and then added a sentence impatiently.

"Hurry up, I'll give you 5 minutes."

Song Wenjing was reluctant to hang up the phone, quietly listening to the movement over there, while taking a taxi quickly, and then urged the driver to hurry up, and faster.

The blood was boiling, a thick qi was spreading in his chest, his hands were clenched unconsciously, and his fingertips were turning blue.

Listening to the occasional dirty voice on the other end of the phone, his eyes were dark and cold.

On a summer night, the stars are scattered, and the wind blowing seems to be cool.

The location of this hotel is relatively remote and sparsely populated.

Yan Ran stood by the side of the road with one hand in his trouser pocket, his hair hanging down formed a stark contrast with his cold white face.

She really stands out here.

The drunk who came out of the bar was fuming, and what he said to Yan Ran was unbearable.

If it was before, Yan Ran would have punched each other directly.

But now, Yan Ran's head is dizzy, and it's a tendency to feel weak in his hands and feet.

It's no different than getting drunk.

But Yan Ran didn't drink much, not to mention her drinking capacity is not something you would find out.

His chaotic and sluggish mind prevented him from thinking too much.

Fortunately, the drunks next to them were still a little irrational, so they rushed directly, otherwise Yan Ran really couldn't handle it.

Of course Yan Ran didn't want the people around her to see this embarrassing look, so she chose Song Wenjing.

Just a poor student, does he have the guts to say it?
Under the dim streetlight, Yan Ran leaned there.

She lowered her head, seeing that figure was a bit too thin from a distance.

The soft and thick hair half covered the eyebrows and eyes, the exposed chin was delicate and thin, and the crimson lips were very moist, revealing a bit of lust.

Standing outside like Yan Ran swaggeringly, how could it be possible not to be targeted by people with malicious intentions?
Song Wenjing saw this scene as soon as he came over. Those drunk men were like hungry wolves staring at a piece of delicious meat, and they might pounce on them at any time.

He hurriedly asked the driver to wait for a while, and after getting out of the car, he quickly ran to Yan Ran's side.

Song Wenjing is very tall and looks very strong, almost 1.9 meters. With such a figure, there is a sense of oppression without saying anything.

Seeing this, the drunks all looked like mice with their tails between their legs, because of the overwhelming aura, they were so frightened that they dared not approach.

Yan Ran seemed to sense his presence, and slightly raised his eyelids.

Those amber eyes were shining brightly, like glazed tiles on a Buddhist hall.

Song Wenjing's face still had an indifference that hadn't faded away, and his voice was also hard, making it very uncomfortable to listen to.

"Aren't you great? Will you be bullied sometimes?"

And the one who was bullied didn't fight back, if he came a little bit more, would Yan Ran know what would happen next?

Song Wenjing, whose expression was difficult to distinguish, finally revealed his gloomy anger.

Yan Ran blinked his eyes slowly, he probably didn't hear what he was saying clearly, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to remain like this, and I'm afraid he would have been slapped a long time ago.

Her lips were brightly colored and her tone was haughty.

He confidently blamed all the crimes on him.

"Why are you here so late?"

She was very dissatisfied and full of condemnation.

And her appearance made people want to crush her, conquer her, and treat her even more excessively.

Let her lose her wings, and she can only rely on herself, let her become a flower that can be crushed at will, with a gentle pinch of the fingertips, the petals burst into juice, and the sweet and bright red juice will cover the whole hand and penetrate into the flesh , take root, sprout.

There is another chapter coming later.