Chapter 20 Fighting

The house that Yang Zhi rented is not far from the school, and the back door snack street is five hundred meters east. Through the winding and wet alleys and alleys, there is an old three-story apartment.

Although the apartment is old, fortunately the price is cheap and close to the school. It does not have to share a house with others. Instead, it is a single room specially used for renting, which is very convenient to use water and electricity. The bad thing may be that the surrounding environment is relatively chaotic.

Neighbors are mixed with fish and dragons. Some are girls from the bath center downstairs, there are also people working outside, and there are also guys who are musicians. The electric guitar is noisy until late at night every day.

Yang Zhi can overcome these, as long as there is a place to settle down.

Others say that the capital is where the dream begins. Here, Yang Zhi deeply realized the bitterness and difficulties behind this sentence.

Every migrant worker hopes to realize his dream here, but the reality is that while removing instant noodles and seasoning bags, they tell their relatives on the phone that they are living a good life and are now having dinner with customers in a hotel.

Not everyone has the luck to realize their dreams.

Yang Zhi held the English-speaking school and had to memorize a few more words while fetching water in the public laundry room.

After the water was full, she walked out with the bucket in one hand. When she went upstairs, a man passed by. Seeing that it was hard and difficult for her to carry the water, she simply took the handle of the bucket.

"How many floors, I'll help you lift them up."

"3rd floor, thank you."

The man is short, about 1.7 meters away, wearing flip-flops, not good-looking, slightly fat, and looks pretty honest.

After going up to the third floor, the man asked again: "Which room do you live in?"

Yang Zhi originally wanted to say that it would be fine to put it at the stairs, so she carried it back by herself, but the man insisted on helping her to the door, but she refused, so she had to take him to the door of her room.

Instead of opening the rooms with the keys immediately, she said to the short man: "Thank you, just put it here."

Seeing her so cautious, the short man smiled and said, "Little girl, I'm not a bad person."

When Yang Zhi saw that his thoughts were exposed, he felt a little embarrassed: "I know, thank you again."

He asked again: "Do you live alone?"

Yang Zhi hurriedly said, "No, I live with my boyfriend."

"Hey, I'm living downstairs. I've been paying attention to you for a long time. How can you have any boyfriend?" The short man smiled and said, "You are a student."

Yang Zhi was shocked and Lian Sheng said: "I, I have a boyfriend."

The man didn't care and just said, "I live in 218, my surname is Li. If you have anything to do, come to me. Don't be polite. It's not easy to be alone outside."

"Thank you, Mr. Li." Yang Zhi whispered.

Mr. Li had a smile on his lips, and he looked at her for a long time before he walked downstairs with slow pace.

Listening to the sound of footsteps, Yang Zhi opened the door with the key. After entering the room, he immediately locked the tip and leaned against the wall. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The look of the gentleman named Li's eyes made her feel goosebumps all over her body.

Yang Zhi looked at the clothes drying on his balcony and quickly retreated to the room. He felt a little worried, so he went to the supermarket downstairs to buy a few pairs of men's underwear and hung them outside the balcony, proving that there are men at home.

**

Two days later, Lin Lubai told Yang Zhi that the number of clicks and likes of her singing video that night had exceeded that of Song Mo's video of participating in the singer competition.

"I originally wanted to sign up for the competition, but the organizer required the singer to show his face." Lin Lubai was quite regretful: "It's a pity that you have such a good voice that you don't show up to let more people hear it. Look at Song Mo, their music videos that sing and dance monsters all rushed to the top five hot searches on the website."

Yang Zhi shrugged indifferently: "There will be a chance in the future."

She believed that the old saying of her mother was that gold would always shine on the day, so don’t be anxious, don’t panic, and walk the road with one step at a time.

"Zhier, do you don't like being seen by people on the Internet, so you refuse to record videos?"

Yang Zhi nodded.

"This is easy." Lin Lubai said quickly: "We can record audio."

Su Beibei interrupted: "Don't you always want to get the popularity? Of course, the popularity of audio is not as high as that of video, so it is difficult to become popular."

Lin Lubai was depressed: "That's right."

Nowadays, the traffic of audio websites is generally not as good as that of video websites. People not only want to listen to music but also want to watch performances. So Song Mo and the others form a youth girl group to sing and dance, which is also to attract attention.

"Forget it." Lin Lubai touched Yang Zhi's head: "Study it, be good baby, I don't need this to bother you."

"Yeah." Yang Zhi nodded, feeling a little embarrassed, so he took the initiative to propose: "If you have time on weekends, we can go to KTV to sing together, so we are the three of us."

"Okay."

**

In May, the air smelled of summer wind, and the students all changed into short-sleeved shirts, and many girls even had their skirts on them.

Most of Yang Zhixia's clothes are dark loose sports t-shirts, because this is the style of clothes that least show the outline of the body.

Her chest has been swelling these days, and it seems she has grown a little older.

Although I pray every day, don’t grow anymore, it’s now the most vigorous development period, and the body is like a wild horse that has broken away from its reins and has no way to be controlled by consciousness.

It seems to be a cup bigger again.

Yang Zhi is about to collapse.

The development of her breasts did not bring her any joy, on the contrary, it bothered her. She didn't like to be watched, especially the meaningful gaze of boys, which made her feel particularly annoying.

She really envied Lin Lubai, who was almost nothing, and there was no boy who looked at him more.

One hot noon in late June, Kou Xiang was arrested and tried to be punished by the Academic Affairs Office because of a conflict with a few boys from other classes. It seemed that his father had been invited to the school.

When Yang Zhi went to the head teacher's office to carry the homework book, he turned his head and saw his father. He was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked very handsome, tall and upright, wearing a black suit. He was obviously just coming from the company and was in a hurry.

Kou Xiang stood by the wall, with a cold expression and no words were spoken.

The man had a dispute with Kou Xiang. Just as Yang Zhi was holding the notebook and was about to leave the office, the man kicked Kou Xiang in the knee.

Kou Xiang failed to stabilize and staggered a few times back and fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Zhi exclaimed, quickly put down his homework book, ran over and helped Kou Xiang up.

Kou Xiang's face turned pale and his skin was tense. He glared at his father fiercely, shook Yang Zhi's hand away, stood up, patted his pants, and stood beside him and still didn't say anything.

Full of anger.

"I'm causing trouble all day long, why did I give birth to such a bastard like you!"

His father seemed to have a hot temper, and came forward and wanted to take action again. Yang Zhi hurriedly blocked Kou Xiang. No matter how he was worried, she held his wrist tightly.

His skin was so hot that it was about to burn.

The head teacher Sun Ping also quickly advised: "Mr. Kou, don't beat the child, just say something."

"I have nothing to say about this bastard. I, Kou Chen, can't teach such a good son." After the father said that, he turned around and left the office angrily.

The head teacher Sun Ping hurriedly chased after him, and he had to discuss with Kou Chen about the school's punishment.

Only Kou Xiang and Yang Zhi were left in the office. Only then did Yang Zhi dare to look up at him. There were bruises on the corners of his mouth and eyes.

This is pretty good. I heard that the people who fought with him were sent to the hospital by him.

Yang Zhi picked up the homework books scattered on the ground, turned around and said to Kou Xiang, "Go, go to class."

Kou Xiang didn't move, his face was terrifying.

Yang Zhi understood his anger so much because there was also an unreasonable father in her family who liked to solve problems with violence.

She held her homework book and walked over and pulled the corner of his clothes: "Let's go."

Kou Xiang lowered his eyes and looked at her. His black eyes were gone at this moment, and his previous fierceness and terror were much softer.

He walked out of the office with her and hugged a thick stack of homework books in her hand.

**

Regarding the reason for Kou Xiang’s fight, there are many different opinions in the class. The most reliable statement is—

Kou Xiang was jealous.

Because the boy who was sent to the hospital was a big shot in Class 9. He was chasing Song Mo recently, sending her flowers, milk and cakes, creating surprises every few days.

Song Mo likes Kou Xiang. Although Kou Xiang is not cold to her, no one knows what a man like him thinks.

It is not impossible to be jealous.

Lin Lubai sighed. She was originally passionate and thought Kou Xiang was interested in her, but she always felt that Kou Xiang seemed to look at their group intentionally or unintentionally.

Now the little flame has been destroyed. It turns out that Kou Xiang really likes Song Mo.

After Song Mo learned about this, she sent the boy a serious warning text message, telling him not to pester her again, and she would never like him in her life.

Kou Xiang likes Song Mo, but Yang Zhi didn't feel it at all. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if he likes someone like Kou Xiang.

Hiding it? Confessing love seems unlikely.

Most likely, she was beaten up.

Yang Zhi looked at Song Mo with some sympathy, hoping that she would be strong inside and not let Kou Xiangyan cry.

When school was over, Shixu asked Yang Zhi to go to the back street for dinner. Yang Zhi asked her about Kou Xiang's situation.

"It's nothing. I paid the medical expenses and paid some money. The parents of the classmate who was beaten will not pursue it. The school doesn't dare to remember Kou Xiang any faults. After all, they have a good father."
To be continued...