Enviable Strength Chapter 6

On the first day of the junior high school that day, he said that it would take about five minutes to run that road at an escape speed. Everett Yan wanted to say, do you know what speed I would use to escape?

Of course, he didn't escape with his life. His MAX gear should be called "Pull up and whip you".

If this gear was turned on, it would never take him five minutes to run along the riverside road without stepping on a pit and falling.

Just by looking at the starting position of the little B@st@ard No. 1 running wildly along the road into the alley next to him, Everett Yan knew that he would definitely catch up within thirty seconds.

As soon as No. 1 ran into the alley, Everett Yan was already chasing behind him.

The crown prince stepping on the wind.

However, No. 1 was so engrossed in running that he didn't even bother to look back, nor did he notice that Everett Yan was already behind him.

Everett Yan could drag him down with just one stretch of his hand.

But the moment he raised his hand, he changed his attention. He accelerated suddenly, leaned over and shouted, "Where can I stab him?"

Number 1 was so frightened by the roar that he jumped forward at least three steps while running.

Everett Yan stopped, so happy that he couldn't run away.

No. 1 looked back at him, turned around and continued running.

"I'll give you twenty meters!" Everett Yan shouted, "Come on!"

"Fcuk you!" No. 1 roared angrily as he ran.

"Go, I'll show you the way!" Everett Yan shouted happily.

There was a bend in the alley ahead. Everett Yan was not familiar with this place, so he took a breath, rushed forward and chased out again. He wanted to knock down No. 1 before turning.

Number 1's explosive power was probably only enough for him to run five hundred meters. When Everett Yan caught up with him around the corner, his speed was already slower than before.

Everett Yan whistled behind him.

Number 1 paused and suddenly stopped, probably because he knew he couldn't run away. He turned around and punched Everett Yan.

Everett Yan rushed forward fiercely, and the inertia made it impossible for him to stop immediately.

He didn't intend to stop either.

He raised his arm to hold the fist thrown by No. 1 and pushed it aside. Then he grabbed No. 1's shoulder, pressed down, and used the inertia to knee him in the stomach.

When he let go, No. 1 sat down on the ground.

He didn't use any force on this knee, all he used was inertia.

Dad said, it’s just for fun, it’s okay if it hurts, there’s no need to hurt anyone.

So No. 1 was not hurt, but it hurt.

I definitely still want to vomit.

"Did you just call me?" Everett Yan stood in front of him.

No. 1 didn't make a sound. He waited for two seconds and jumped up again. It looked like he was going to hit him directly.

When he just jumped up, Everett Yan raised his foot and kicked his shoulder, pushing him back to sit on the ground.

"I'm asking you something." Everett Yan said.

"What a stupid question!" No. 1 did not get up again this time, but kicked him in the crotch.

Everett Yan quickly turned sideways and punched him in the face. This time the blow was heavier. Two minutes later, you could see No. 1's eyes turning red and then turning blue for several days.

"Do you want face?" Everett Yan asked, "Do you want face?"

This kind of sneak attack from three directions made him speechless.

"What on earth are you going to do!" No. 1 yelled.

"Let's play," Everett Yan looked at him and smiled, bent down and said softly, "Don't you usually play like this?"

"When did I hit people like this for fun!" No. 1 glared at him and yelled until spittle sprayed onto his face.

"Have you lost your memory?" The smile on Everett Yan's face slowly disappeared.

"You want to help the first grader of junior high school to stand up, right? Then you fight! Fight! Yes, I threw away the broken pen he wanted to give away, what's the matter! You are so awesome, you stand up for him!" No. 1 shouted, "You beat..."

Everett Yan responded to his request and slapped him in the face, wiping out half of what he said.

"Who am I not going to stand up for? The first year of junior high school is nothing. How can I stand up for him?" Everett Yan said in a cold voice, "I'm telling you, my beating you is just for exercise. Do you understand? Don't give me a Fcuk when you see me." When the mouth is short, Ma Liuer walks around. "

Number One stared at him without responding.

"Do you understand?" Everett Yan shouted close to the tip of his nose.

No. 1 didn't expect him to be like this, and his pupils shrank in shock.

"Let's go," Everett Yan patted his shoulder, straightened up and put his hand in his pocket, "keep running, exercise, and protect your home and country."

After watching Number 1 disappear from the alley while running and cursing, Everett Yan whistled happily, moved his arms, and slowly walked towards the coffee shop.

I vented a lot early in the morning today, and I can say that I feel very good.

He walked out in the direction No. 1 was running, made two turns, and was already on the street when he exited the alley.

On the right is the road to the coffee shop, and less than a hundred meters to the left is the bridge.

Everett Yan put his hands in his pockets and thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked towards the bridge.

Go down the steps and follow the path to the place where you hunted for treasure on the first day of the new year.

Give it away?

The river beach is still the same, with pieces of garbage mixed in the black mud. The water meandering through the gaps in the garbage is blown by a gust of wind... forget it.

Everett Yan turned around and left.

Returning to the street, he put on a mask, took out his mobile phone, posted "Come and play" on his scarf, and then started live broadcasting.

Not many people were watching at this time, especially the live broadcast that started suddenly, but he didn't care at all. He was live broadcasting because he wanted to live broadcast, and there was no other reason other than that.

-I am coming!

-Am I the first?

There were actually a few fans coming in.

"I'm going to work." Everett Yan held up his phone and took pictures around him. When he changed hands, the camera passed in front of him.

-Eye

-Ah, Brother Xiaotian’s eyes are so beautiful

"A coffee shop," Everett Yan did not answer the words on the screen, "the owner is a middle-aged bearded man with a baby head."

-2333333

-Want to see

-What is Brother Xiaotian wearing today?

"The clothes, pants and shoes I'm wearing." Everett Yan replied, shaking the phone down.

-Sweatpants again

"Then wear a skirt next time." Everett Yan said.

Just chatting and strolling around like this, he quit the live broadcast when he arrived at the door of the coffee shop. It was working time, so he still had to be serious.

As soon as he put his phone back in his pocket, he heard someone shouting in the store.

"I don't know what happened! I didn't mess with him!" This voice sounded inexplicably familiar.

Everett Yan walked into the store and immediately saw Little Chop No. 1 sitting at the bar with an ice pack in one hand and covering his eyes.

"You really didn't offend him, why don't you call the police!" Boss Li stood behind the bar. "If you don't want to call the police, just call him back! When I was your age..."

Little Zaizi No. 1 turned around and saw Everett Yan, and his eyes instantly doubled in size: "Fcuk you..."

"Fcuk you again!" Boss Li slapped his hand on the bar and glared at No. 1.

"It's him!" Number 1 jumped down from the bar chair, pointed at Everett Yan, and shouted until his voice broke, "It's him! It's him! It's him!"

Our friend Xiao Nezha.

Everett Yan couldn't help but sing in his heart.

"It's him! Dad! It's him! Dad!" Number 1 continued to shout.

Everett Yan looked at the excited No. 1, and for a moment thought that No. 1 was calling him, and wanted to say that there was no need to be so polite.

Boss Li looked over in surprise: "Him?"

"It's him!" No. 1 seemed to be unable to say anything else, and shouted this repeatedly.

"How many?" Boss Li looked at Everett Yan, "Did you hit my son?"

"Ah," Everett Yan nodded, "I just finished playing."

This straightforward answer made Boss Li open his mouth for a long time before asking again: "Why?"

"He said it's fun!" Number 1 finally found a new word, "It's fun! Exercise!"

"Don't say anything yet," Boss Li pointed at No. 1, "Let me ask clearly first."

No. 1 glared at Boss Li, threw the chair to the floor, and sat there silently.

"Why?" Boss Li looked at Everett Yan.

Everett Yan never expected that these two people were father and son. Boss Li seemed calm, but after all, it was his own son who was beaten. Even if he could explain it clearly, he probably wouldn't be able to continue.

Besides, he didn't want to explain.

"I don't like it," Everett Yan said.

"You hit someone if you don't like it?" Boss Li was shocked.

"Yeah," Everett Yan nodded and looked at No. 1 again, "Hey."

Number One turned to glare at him.

"Let me tell you, you need to have capital to dislike others." After Everett Yan said this, he turned around and walked out of the coffee shop.

At this time on Sunday, there are many people on the street, coming and going.

Everett Yan stood under the tree beside the sidewalk, feeling very bored.

So he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the first grade of junior high school.

-Come out and pay your money back

There was no reply right away on the first day of the year, probably because they were communicating with each other, and it took a while before a message came back.

-what money?

-Money for noodles

-You haven't eaten, haven't you?

"So I'll give you the money back." Everett Yan couldn't help but send a voice message.

-oh

-Oh what the hell?

-At noon, I have something to do now. I will wait for you at the tree hole at noon.

Everett Yan looked at this sentence. Compared with speaking in the first year of junior high school, his typing was really smooth and fluent, giving people a pleasant feeling after getting over a cold.

But I want to laugh a little bit.

It seems that ten yuan is indeed very important for the first year of junior high school.

Everett Yan put his phone back in his pocket and stretched. He didn't want to go back now, so he wanted to take a walk for a while.

He looked at both sides. The other side of the bridge looked more prosperous than this side, so he decided to go that way.

He really likes shopping. The "streets" in every city are different. Even if they sell the same clothes, buy the same snacks, and sell the same toys, they will all have different styles.

But he didn't make it to this "street".

Because he glanced to the left when he was crossing the bridge.

In fact, when looking at it from the bridge, the river is not ugly at all. The river beach is covered with garbage and black mud, and a lot of it is blocked by the trees on the riverside...

Through the gaps between the leaves, there was a small black shadow shaking on the river beach.

"Fcuk..." Everett Yan grabbed a stone-carved peach on the railing of the bridge next to him and shook it, "I'm really convinced."

What kind of pen did you lose? I'll buy you a similar pen.

How much does your pen cost? I'll give it to you.

If you let me see you digging through the trash again, I'll whip you.

Do not ask me why.

"First grade of junior high school!" Everett Yan shouted while standing on the railing along the river.

The first grade of junior high school was not where it was yesterday, but moved a little to the right. Everett Yan frowned, suddenly suspecting that the boy didn't see the exact location where the pen fell.

But his ears were better than yesterday, and he turned his head after Everett Yan shouted.

Then he was stunned for a moment, and Everett Yan could see him sighing forcefully.

"Come up." Everett Yan said.

Miles Chu hesitated for a moment, shook his head, thought about it and waved to him, signaling him to go.

Everett Yan looked at him, suddenly a little irritable. He took a deep breath but didn't hold it down. His hands were a little sore when he grasped the concrete railing, but he still couldn't control it.

Just walking away won't relieve it.

"Fcuk!" He cursed through gritted teeth, "You're looking for a Fcuking blow!"

He didn't even go to the iron stairs, he climbed over the guardrail and jumped down.

When Miles Chu heard the sound of him landing, he raised his head and froze in surprise.

"Let me see you looking for that broken pen here again," Everett Yan pointed at him, and strode over to the first grade of junior high school regardless of what was under his feet, "I'll beat you until your grandma doesn't recognize him." you!"

The first year of junior high school stood still.

"Come here!" Everett Yan said as he took two more steps in that direction. When he wanted to continue walking, he suddenly felt his feet go weak.

When I looked down, I saw that I had stepped into the mud.

"Don't..." Miles Chu hurriedly walked towards him, pulling out two plastic bags from his pocket as he walked, "Here."

Only then did Everett Yan realize that he had two bags on his feet, one red and one green.

"I don't want it." When he spoke again, he couldn't get angry anymore. He just felt helpless. He didn't look at the first grade of junior high school anymore, turned around and walked back, "You can play by yourself."

After taking two steps, he felt something shining in the mud on his left side.

He stopped suddenly and turned around.

All I saw was a pile of garbage.

He adjusted his angle, tilted his head, and dodged again.

"I seem to have seen your precious pen." Everett Yan walked over there.

Behind him, the first grader immediately followed, the plastic bags on his feet squelching loudly.

When Everett Yan bent down and took out the pen half stuck in the mud with a yellow bow tied on it, he felt as if what he was holding was the Buddha's relic.

"Is this it?" He asked the first grade of junior high school while holding the pen.

"Yes." Chu nodded and took the pen over excitedly.

"Are you blind?" Everett Yan asked.

"Yes, it's possible." Miles Chu said with a smile.

Everett Yan looked at him silently, having nothing to say.

"Thank you." In the first year of junior high school, he took out a piece of paper and wiped the pen.

Everett Yan took out the ten-dollar note from his pocket and handed it to him: "Give it back to you."

I didn't pick up the call in the first year of junior high school, and seemed a little embarrassed.

Everett Yan put the money directly into his pocket, turned around and walked hard to the shore.

Miles Chu has been following him silently.

After climbing to the edge of the river, Everett Yan sat on the stone bench next to him, staring at the black mud on his feet in a daze.

Miles Chu took off the plastic bag on his feet, took out the pack of wet wipes that Everett Yan gave him yesterday, took out two sheets, squatted in front of him, stretched out his hand and started to clean his shoes.

"Hey!" Everett Yan was startled and quickly stopped his steps, "What are you doing?"

"Help, help you, wipe, wipe." Miles Chu said.

"No, no, no, no," Everett Yan said, taking the tissue in his hand, "I can just wipe it myself."

Miles Chu looked at him.

"You..." Everett Yan grabbed his arm and pulled him up, "Sit down."

"This, pen," Miles Chu was silent for a while, took out the pen again, took out a wet wipe and wiped it, "Actually..."

"Are you giving it to a girl?" Everett Yan asked while shining his shoes.

There was no sound on the first day of junior high school.

Everett Yan turned to look at him: "Tie a bow, it's a gift."

"Yeah." The first day of junior high school looked a little downcast.

"Wash it and change it into a bow before sending it away." Everett Yan said.

"No, no," Miles Chu said, "It's dirty."

"What's wrong?" Everett Yan clicked his tongue, "She didn't see it."

Miles Chu looked at him.

Everett Yan looked at him.

After ten seconds, Everett Yan narrowed his eyes and said, "You don't want to send me off, do you?"

Miles Chu lowered his eyelids: "No now, I won't give it away."

Everett Yan has never received any gifts.

Without friends, there are no gifts. Only his father will buy him things on his birthday, but every time it is very casual. Last year, he received a pineapple with a note stamped on it, saying that the prince is the most handsome. .

"I don't want that pu**y bow." Everett Yan said.

Miles Chu was stunned for a moment, looking at him in surprise, then quickly removed the bow on it, and hesitantly handed the pen to him.

Everett Yan took it and looked at it.

It's a new pen, but looking at the style, I can tell it was bought at least five years ago. I wonder if it's some kind of souvenir from the first grade of junior high school.

He took out his mobile phone and posted a message on Weibo.

When the live broadcast started, there were several fans who were more leisurely than him.

-It seems that brother Xiaotian is extremely bored today.

-I was more bored and caught up both times

"I received a gift." Everett Yan pointed the camera at the pen in his hand.

-Hand, hand, hand

-I haven’t seen beautiful hands in a long time!

-When will we live broadcast cooking again? I want to see my hand.

"That kid gave it to me," Everett Yan said.

-Poor little boy?

-Ah! The pen that the little pitiful person gave me?

"Yes," Everett Yan shook his pen, "I just...got it."

-Is the little pity beside you?

-Is Brother Xiaotian really going to protect him from now on?

-Can you see what he looks like? I never saw clearly

-Yes, can you take a look?

"You..." Everett Yan turned to look at Miles Chu, "Do you mind showing your face?"

"Live broadcast?" Miles Chu asked softly.

"Yeah." Everett Yan nodded.

"There are many people, are they many?" Miles Chu asked again.

"Not much." Everett Yan looked at the screen.

"Are you talking about the live broadcast? No one can watch it?" Miles Chu was a little curious.

"Yeah." Everett Yan nodded.

"Why, what?" Miles Chu also looked at the screen.

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to discuss the problem of no one watching my live broadcast in front of my fans during my live broadcast?" Everett Yan was amused.

"Not anyway, no one is watching." Miles Chu said.

A bunch of hahahahaha and 233333 flashed across the screen.

"Damn, that's so reasonable," Everett Yan sighed, "Okay, no one is watching anyway, do you mind showing your face? These young ladies talk about you every day."

"Yeah." Miles Chu nodded.

Everett Yan turned the phone to face Miles Chu's face.

"Thank you." Miles Chu said.

-! ! ! ! !

-handsome

-Young handsome guy!

Handsome? Everett Yan looked at the face of junior high school student on the screen, and... okay, the kid is quite photogenic.