She was Ying Ziyu?
Lin Yi didn't drive today. He stopped a taxi at the school gates and headed to Fushan High.
On the way, Lin Yi got a text from Huaijun, sending Ziyu's information and pictures.
"Wow, she's pretty. Lin Yi honey, are you interested in her?" Xiaoxiao smiled as she looked at the pretty girl on Lin Yi's phone.
"…" Lin Yi was speechless. He glared at Xiaoxiao. "She's just a little girl, why would I be interested?"
"That's obviously from her ID. She must be prettier in real life if she's this pretty!" Xiaoxiao said.
"Not as pretty as you." Lin Yi didn't know what to say.
"Really, really, really?" Xiaoxiao's eyes turned into crescents after hearing Lin Yi's words. She looked at Lin Yi excitedly and blissfully.
"Really." Lin Yi nodded.
"Then me, Tang Yun sis, Yao Yao sis, and Shu, who's the prettiest?" Xiaoxiao continued.
"All of you." Lin Yi didn't want to start a war, but he was being truthful. There was no way to tell who was the prettiest, just like Chun Hua and Qiu Yue. They were both the prettiest, and they had their own specialties. It wasn't easy to put them together.
"Man, I knew you'd say that. But that's fine, it's the fairest." Xiaoxiao wasn't annoyed. "I thought you'd say Tang Yun sis is the prettiest."
"Haha …" Lin Yi shrugged, not saying much.
Since they were in the taxi, Lin Yi and Xiaoxiao didn't talk about anything too personal.
When they were about to reach Fushan High School, the taxi driver stopped the car on the side of the road not far away and said, "You two, I'll stop here. I don't dare to drive over and smash my car again …"
"Ah?" Lin Yi was stunned. "What do you mean?"
"You guys came to Fushan High, don't you know what it looks like?" The driver looked at Lin Yi and Xiaoxiao oddly.
"What? Is there something wrong with Fushan High School?" Lin Yi wasn't from Songshan, so naturally he didn't know much about Fushan High. Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, was in Songshan First High for a while before transferring to another school. Fushan High was very far from the main city, and if it weren't for Lin Yi, she wouldn't even know that there was a high school like this in Songshan.
"Fushan Middle School is the most chaotic middle school in the city. The students there smoke, drink, fight, take drugs, and have promiscuous relationships. In short, it can't be any worse!" The driver shook his head. "This is a hooligan school. The students who come out of here are either arrested or become hooligans!"
"Huh?" Lin Yi broke out in a cold sweat. It can't be, right? Ziyu went to school here?
Smoking, drinking, and fighting was one thing, but taking drugs and having promiscuous relationships? A few black lines appeared on Lin Yi's head!
"There aren't any good students here? The ones that study hard? " Xiaoxiao's face was a little weird as well, but Xiaoxiao was more natural. She was a problem student in the past, messing around in society.
"Even good students are led astray!" The driver curled his lips. "If they really wanted to study, they'd have applied to transfer to other schools already. Here, they're all degenerating! I only dared to drive you here because you two are from Songshan First High. I wouldn't even dare drive a student wearing the Fushan High uniform! Not only would I not pay, I'd probably get beaten up and smash the car! "
"So messy!" As Lin Yi sighed, he felt bad as well. She was his comrade's sister, after all. If she really did drugs and promiscuous relationships, Lin Yi really wouldn't know what to do! Lin Yi could force her to detox, but he still felt guilty!
"Yeah, I gotta go. Good luck, you guys. Don't you see there's a fight going on over there? I don't know where they're from, but they're all armed with knives and metal sticks! "The driver pointed at the school gates and said to Lin Yi.
"Thank you!" Lin Yi nodded and got off the car with Xiaoxiao.
"Fushan High, now that he mentioned it, I do have some impression of it. There were indeed some delinquents that came from Fushan High back in society!" Xiaoxiao said after some thought.
"Who cares, let's see how Ziyu is." Lin Yi's steps were a little heavy. He wondered how he'd treat Ziyu, who lived a life of debauchery.
The old Lin Yi wouldn't bother with people like this, but now he had to.
Fushan Middle School looked very shabby. The red brick walls of the school were from an unknown era. There were some advertisements for STD treatment and certificate applications. There were also some small advertisements for K powder. It was enough to show how chaotic the school was.
Sure enough, at the school gate, there were two groups of students confronting each other. Every student held a knife and a metal rod in their hands. Some of them were shirtless, some of them had shaved their heads, and some of them even had tattoos. It was similar to a gang fight in gangster movies!
Lin Yi smiled bitterly. These people blocked the school gates, and Lin Yi had to wait for them to finish fighting if he wanted to go over!
These people were nothing in Lin Yi's eyes, and killing them was easier than killing ants. But Lin Yi didn't want to stick his nose in other people's business. These people's lives had nothing to do with him, and he'd have one less scum of society if he killed them!
If they didn't die, they'd be taken in by Zou Tiandi or Cihua after graduation, becoming scum of society.
Lin Yi held Xiaoxiao's hand, watching the fight from the side.
"Ying Ziyu, you little bitch, I'll give you two choices today. One, be my girl, and your underling will be my underling! If you stay by my side, you'll be able to eat and drink well. When others see you, they'll respectfully call you sister-in-law! You'll be even better than you are now! " Blocking the entrance of Fushan Middle School, a scar-faced man, who was the leader of a group of people, raised a shiny knife and shouted at the other group of people.
"Pfft!" Lin Yi's eyes went wide, as if someone stepped on his tail- he almost jumped up! What? Ying Ziyu?
Lin Yi looked in the direction the scar-faced man was pointing at, and saw a girl in black tights, holding a knife in her hand as well. Behind her was a group of students with knives, guns, and clubs as well, but this group was clearly smaller than the scar-faced man's group.
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