The club is close to the old town in the west of H City. Behind the factory chimneys are densely packed low-rise staircase houses, red, gray and yellow. They are pieced together without any aesthetic sense of urban planning, but they feel like home.
Aiden King carried his suitcase up to the third floor, used a flat brass key to open an iron gate, then used another key to open the security door inside.
"I'm back." He whispered to the empty house.
The small two-bedroom apartment of 70 square meters has old yellow furniture. The room is crowded with trivial things of life and papers and handouts, and is covered with a thin layer of dust.
Without even rolling up his sleeves, Aiden King twisted a rag and wiped the tables, chairs and floor. Then he rushed into the innermost room, took out an empty box, and threw the things he needed to take to the school dormitory into it.
The cell phone rang.
He stopped what he was doing, glanced at the incoming call, and then continued packing his boxes with an expressionless face.
The phone rang intermittently for ten minutes. After Aiden King finished packing the boxes, he finally answered the phone hesitantly.
"You've grown wings! Such a good university, such a good major, so many people can't get in! Why repeat your studies? Come back home right now, I'll help you find a way to enroll in school, and you can report to the university directly next month!"
The patience that Aiden King had managed to gather disappeared, "You're calling me using my mother's number?"
"Zixing." A woman's voice immediately changed over. "Don't be rude to your dad. We are blood relatives, how can you talk like that? It was wrong for your dad to use your account to fill out the application form without your permission, but it was also for your own good. If you really don't want to study this, transfer to the School of Mechanical Engineering in your sophomore year."
Aiden King sneered, "The affiliated high school doesn't even dare to accept me as a repeater. If I really wait until my sophomore year, I'm afraid the school will have a hundred unfortunate reasons to refuse my major change."
Wang Qiaoman was embarrassed: "Son, we can solve the future problems later. You should compromise with your father first..."
"Impossible." Aiden King gritted his teeth and added, "I will not compromise at all."
There was a few seconds of confusion on the phone, and Li Jingyi yelled, "Give me the phone! Ask him directly! Is it because the poor truck driver who raised him for several years was hospitalized after an accident that he didn't go to college? People don't even recognize him as their son, but he's rushing to claim him as his father! Despicable! Despicable enough to make you break your muscles and bones!"
Aiden King held the phone away from his ear.
The other hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, veins bulged, and his temples throbbed.
The absurdity that should have been seen long ago is still happening------
"Li Zixing! Your last name is Li! You are my son, Li Jingyi, and you have my blood flowing in your veins! You don't want to be the eldest son of the Li family, but you go to work for a poor elementary school teacher every day. You must have maggots in your brain!"
Aiden King mechanically put the phone back to his ear and said in a cold and sarcastic voice, "My poor elementary school teacher taught me to be a gentleman with virtues, unlike you who smells like copper wine and can only speak sweet words."
The sound of a woman sobbing was followed by Wang Qiaoman crying, "Son, this mess at home is caused by your mother. It's my fault. Jian Hua is in the hospital with a high-risk condition. Can I help him with this? I'll find someone to transfer him to another hospital. Just go to college and don't argue with your father."
"If you dare to move my dad, I will call the police!" Aiden King finally exploded, holding the microphone to his lips, "I heard it clearly! I hired people to guard the hospital from morning to night! Don't let me hear that Li Jingyi and his people set foot in the hospital gate!"
After yelling, Aiden King decisively hung up the phone, blocked the other party's number, picked up two suitcases and turned away.
To get from the old house to Yingzhong, you have to take a bus for 27 stops, change buses once, and then walk for another five minutes on a narrow path after getting off the bus.
Aiden King gradually became unsure of his own mood. After watching the swaying city and river views for two hours, his fragmented emotions gradually became distorted.
He dragged two suitcases into the somewhat gloomy path. Before the wheels could make a sound when hitting the ground, he heard some movement not far away.
A group of people, four to be exact, three to one.
"Yi"'s back was pressed against the wall, and one could see he was trembling from a distance.
As for the "three", the 1.6m, 7m and 8m all accounted for it. The 1.8m one was estimated to be 1.85m, but judging from their positions, the 1.7m one was the boss and he was the one who spoke.
"That's all? You're just sending away beggars?" He leaned his hand against the wall, "You've already repeated a grade, and your family didn't give you some extra money to eat well?"
"I have fully charged my meal card today." Yi's voice was trembling, "Don't hit me, I can't miss class. Can I transfer more to you next week?"
The 1.7-meter-tall man snorted and laughed, "Hand over your meal card."
"Don't." She cried anxiously, "If I pay my meal card, what will I eat this week? Please be flexible..."
Before he finished speaking, a flash of white light suddenly appeared before his eyes. The only one of the three, who was 1.8 meters tall, took out a ceramic knife for peeling fruit, rolled it between his fingers, and moved it gracefully like a knight wielding a sword.
With a clang, the fruit knife stabbed into the wall behind him, sticking coldly to his face.
The 1.80-meter-tall man spoke with a lazy smile in his slightly magnetic voice, "Fanka, don't keep my big brother waiting for too long."
The 1.7-meter-tall man who was being supported by the crowd straightened his back immediately.
Aiden King's face was gloomy. He turned around and walked in another direction, dragging his box.
In the corner of his eye, the coward was crying and wailing while taking out his meal card, while the 1.80-meter-tall man who had just been doing acrobatics with a fruit knife suddenly turned his head and looked at him.
Aiden King stopped and looked back calmly.
After walking through half of the narrow path, Aiden King was a little stunned.
It is quite different from the image we imagined, which exudes the filthy, Sc*mbag aura of the Shamatte.
The tall boy has neat black hair and a white shirt that makes him look a bit sloppy. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing his arms that are still taut even when relaxed. He is as thin as a teenager, but also shows his surging power.
Sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a sharp yet casual posture.
He doesn't look like he's serious about being a younger brother.
Naturally, he doesn't look like a big brother who is serious about stealing money.
Aiden King was stunned, and the other party seemed to be stunned as well. The sight shifted away from his eyes and fixed on his earlobe.
The coward handed in his meal card and turned around and ran in the opposite direction. The 1.7-meter-tall man who received the meal card also looked over, was stunned for a second, and the next second he shouted at the top of his voice, "Hey! Come here!"
Without saying a word, Aiden King kicked the two suitcases to the corner, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt which he had just put down, and walked forward.
Fighting is rare, but it does not mean that we cannot fight.
Even if you can't win and get beaten up, it's still a good way to vent.
On the dim path, only the earring on my right ear was shining.
He walked up to the three men, and the 1.6-meter and 1.8-meter tall ones stepped forward, protecting the 1.7-meter tall behind them.
The 1.8-meter-tall man sighed lightly, smiled casually, and said in an upward tone: "Young man, if you don't pay, will you just start fighting?"
An annoying way of speaking.
Aiden King's eyes narrowed, "Stop talking nonsense."
He kicked the 1.6-meter-tall man, and he stumbled backwards. It seems that the 1.6-meter-tall and 1.7-meter-tall man are the original match, and the 1.8-meter-tall man was brought in to strengthen the situation, but he is the only big man who can fight in the whole venue.
Aiden King paused for a moment, weighing whether to continue.
However, the next moment, when the other party was about to move, he once again decisively raised his leg.
The tip of the shoe passed by with the sound of wind, and one could almost imagine the pleasure of punching and kicking. However, just when the kick was about to hit the opponent's side, the 1.8-meter-tall man suddenly groaned, as if he was hit hard by the Pegasus Meteor Fist, and instantly fell backwards.
There is no need for wires for the flying moves, it all depends on the actors' own creativity.
Aiden King almost sprained his leg.
In the darkness, the guy pounded the ground hard, turned around and said to the other two, "Hurry up, this guy has practiced."
Aiden King: "?"
"You wait!" The 1.70-meter-tall man uttered a standard harsh remark in the underworld, and immediately turned around with a fierce and murderous look.
The 1.6-meter-tall man quickly got up and followed him. The 1.8-meter-tall man struggled on the ground for a few times very competently, then stood up and brushed the dust off his B*tt.
He followed the two people happily and lazily, stumbling a few steps before looking back at Aiden King.
The black pupils are clear and a little arrogant, comparable to the small earrings.
The young man has great leg strength.
------Through the darkness of night, Aiden King recognized his lip movements.
Suddenly, there was only one person left on the dark path.
Aiden King stared into the distance in silence for a full minute, then turned around with a look of confusion and a hint of inexplicable anger, pushing two suitcases and continuing to walk towards the school gate.
Yingzhong is really a mess, it can't be compared with the affiliated middle school.
Either he is a mentally retarded person who jumps off a building, or he is a stupid person who commits fraud.
......
All the disputes and chaos outside ended at the school gate. Once you crossed that threshold, you would enter another world with a completely different atmosphere.
The roar of the aunt downstairs in the third dormitory was earth-shaking------
"Those who haven't checked in yet, hurry up! What are you all dawdling about? You're already in your third year of high school! Hey, hey, hey! Why are there still people taking their time with their suitcases? Hurry up!"
Aiden King went to check in with a gloomy face. His dormitory registration card was replaced with a bunch of keys with "603" written on the tape.
The old lady said, "You've got a lucky B@st@ard. This room has great feng shui. The last time someone lived here, one ranked first in the province, and another ranked second."
Aiden King curled the corners of his mouth in false gratitude.
The aunt grabbed a handful of melon seeds and said, "It just so happened that those two beds were empty. I refused many people who applied to transfer there. I only arranged them for you because you are good-looking."
"......Thanks."
Yingzhong Dormitory 3 is a dormitory only for senior high school students. Each floor has a 24-hour study room. Four people sleep in a bed with a desk underneath. The conditions are quite good.
The dormitory corridor was filled with all kinds of sounds. Students in pajamas stood by the window reading English, and some people in the bathroom were washing their hair while testing each other on the text.
The familiar senior year of high school, a tense, vivid, and isolated world.
Aiden King went up one floor at a time and finally stood at the door of Room 603, pushing two boxes.
He paused, shook off the inexplicable loneliness in his heart, and pushed open the door.
The warm yellow light makes the small dormitory for four people very cozy. There are people in the two seats on the right side. One is wearing round glasses and the other is muscular. He holds the bed railing and does pull-ups. He also discusses this year's college entrance examination questions with the man with round glasses.
The tendon meat is called Gao Gao. He is Aiden King’s best friend in the affiliated high school. His academic performance was on the edge of 211, but he made a mistake in his college entrance examination application, so he repeated a grade with Aiden King.
"Hey! That's what I told you, my buddy, the 690 repeater!" Lucas Hayes jumped down and whistled in surprise, "Great, buddy, what kind of fate is this between us? We didn't even share a dormitory in the affiliated high school!"
"Six hundred and ninety-nine repeaters." Round glasses were shocked and stood up and said, "Why did six hundred and ninety-nine repeaters? I really don't understand the thinking of you people from the affiliated high school. Hey, let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhang Xi, a senior student. What's your name?"
"Hello." Aiden King greeted, "Aiden King."
Zhang Xi rubbed his hands excitedly, "It sounds good!"
There were two beds to choose from, and Aiden King chose the one by the window. He placed the box containing the robot under the table, took out the sheets and quilt covers from another box, and climbed onto the bed to put them on.
Gao Gao sat downstairs and chatted with him, asking him what he had been doing for the past two days and why he didn't reply to his messages. He also asked if he had sorted out his student status issue, and if not, he would ask his father for help. Gao Gao's father was a capable man and had some influence wherever he went.
The familiar noise brought people back to the comfortable world. Aiden King had just put on the quilt when the door opened again.
The room was quiet for a moment, and Zhang Xi spoke first, "Our room is suddenly full tonight. My name is Zhang Xi."
Lucas Hayes said, "Hey buddy, I'm Lucas Hayes, and Aiden King is my top. We both came here to repeat our senior year at the Affiliated High School."
Aiden King was not in a hurry to get out of bed. There was a wrinkle on the pillow that was not flattened. He was struggling with it when he heard a voice that was pleasant but inexplicably irritating.
"Yes. I'm Ethan Cole. I came here from D City to repeat my studies."
Aiden King's hand, which was stretching his wrinkles, paused for a moment.
The voice continued, "Has this dormitory been blessed? The dormitory manager is so weird that she said we were separated by bed based on our looks."
Aiden King: "......"
Zhang Xi nodded vigorously, "Yes, the first and second place in the provincial science exam last year were both from this house! Top feng shui!"
Ethan Cole didn't say anything else. Aiden King sat on the bed with nothing to say. He was hesitating whether to get up or not when the bed frame suddenly shook violently and he almost fell down.
Two hands grasped the railing of his bed and a head popped up.
The headlights were shaking at a close distance. What I just saw outside was the 480p smooth version, and what I am seeing now is the 1080p lossless version.
Ethan Cole raised his eyebrows when he saw him, and his dark eyes narrowed slightly, "Auntie really didn't lie to me."
Aiden King was silent for two seconds, "Go down."
Ethan Cole smiled ostentatiously, and when he let go of his hands, the bed swayed again. He jumped back to the ground and stretched his muscles. "What a lively senior year."
The author has something to say: A whistle sounded at the door.
The little egg with empty hands leaned against the door frame. Hello, I'll find someone to type on the keyboard!
The person typing on the keyboard stopped typing, walked over and said hesitantly: You are...
My name is Zhaedan. Little Egg said, I'm here to check in.
The keyboard guy laughed, that's where I am, look, your balls are nestled over there.
Yes. Zhaidan nodded and asked again, "Did you just see a small egg with rhinestones?"
Hmm? The person typing on the keyboard looked confused, as if there was nothing. Whose egg was that?
I don't know either. The egg sighed regretfully, it was a pretty little egg, and it was cool.
The person typing on the keyboard paused and said, "Why don't you go to the nest first and get to know the eggs in the same nest as you."
That's fine. He waved his hand and said, "We'll protect each other from now on!"
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