Sweetheart From Childhood Chapter 10

Of course, John quickly realized how stupid he was just now, and pulled the corner of his mouth to change the subject: "Are you off work?"

"No," Jordan shook his head as he sat opposite him, and then asked, "Are you doing the test?"

John raised the math book in his hand and said, "Yes."

Having met twice, their interactions were no longer awkward or restrained. John complained: "I was really bored so I wrote this. It's so troublesome. The more I write, the sleepier I feel."

"It's not a big deal, it's the factorial of a66,6."

Jordan smiled, picked up a pen with his slender hands, and took out a piece of paper. He wrote a formula on it and handed it to John, "The question just now."

John was so embarrassed that her ears turned red. She took it and said, "Thank you."

Fortunately, a customer came into the milk tea shop at this time, and Jordan went to get busy.

John looked at his back, poked the thin tube into the cup, took a sip of lemonade, and his mouth was filled with the cool and sour taste of summer.

He was feeling depressed, wondering if the protagonist would think he was mentally retarded. Even an elementary school student wouldn't think that way.

The more I think about it, the more upset I get.

It was almost evening.

John finally finished the paper with all his effort, using his full answering skills.

Among three long and one short, choose the shortest; among three short and one long, choose the longest.

Copying is the main thing, with ignorance as a supplement.

I am not well educated, but I know how to read and write.

After finishing the test paper, John felt that his soul had been sublimated.

Halfway through, the store manager asked Jordan to buy some strawberries.

In the deserted milk tea shop, a female clerk finally found an opportunity and came over to him enthusiastically to try to get close to him.

"Little brother, can I ask you, what is your relationship with Brother Xie?"

The female clerk was called Xiaoxi. She was very pretty with big eyes. She wore a little orange lipstick, which made her look pure and beautiful.

John finished the test paper and was in a good mood. He answered casually, "Friends. We may be classmates when school starts!"

After hearing this, Xiaoxi smiled, revealing two sweet dimples, and seemed very happy.

"That's great. It turns out that Brother Xie still has friends."

She placed the exquisite gift box she had been holding on the table and said softly, "Can I ask you a favor?"

John was stunned: "Confession? You should tell him in person."

Xiaoxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No, Brother Xie didn't even talk to me much, how could I have the courage to confess to him?"

She lowered her head, her hair falling down beside her ears, as if she was lost in memory: "Last week, Brother Xie saved my life, and I have always wanted to thank him. But I am a little afraid of him, so I haven't dared to say it out loud yet."

John was stunned, and suddenly felt that the name Xiaoxi was a little familiar.

Xiaoxi bit her lip and continued, "I would like to ask you to help me give this gift to him. Brother Xie may have forgotten, but I really, really thank him very much."

As if she remembered something scary, her eyes were red and she sniffed: "I was walking alone at night that day and was almost taken away by those thugs. He saved me. Brother Xie is really a very, very good person."

John finally remembered.

In the original book, Jordan got into trouble with that group of thugs and had his fingers broken during the summer vacation because he saved a girl named Xiaoxi.

With mixed feelings in his heart, John bit the thin tube and thought for a while, then shook his head and said to Xiaoxi: "Since you think he is a very, very good person, why are you still afraid of him?"

Xiaoxi was stunned.

John's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Why don't you go and thank him in person? Maybe he hasn't forgotten, maybe your gratitude will make him happy for a long time, maybe he has been waiting for you."

Xiaoxi's face showed helplessness and confusion.

John's words fell into his ears word by word.

The girl's slightly red eyes slowly became clear again, emitting a determined light. She held the exquisitely wrapped gift box back in her palm, took a deep breath, stood up and bowed to John: "Thank you, I understand."

John used a thin tube to stir the lemon slices and lime in the cup.

Looking at Jordan, who had a stiff expression when he suddenly received a gift at the door after returning with strawberries.

I couldn't help but lower my head and smile.

He traveled into this book and came to Jordan. He felt sorry for this kind and simple boy and wanted him to escape the bad luck in the original book and live the life he should live at this age.

It's not to win his favor, nor to become an important person who is indispensable to him.

He wanted Jordan to see the gentleness of this world. Not just his own gentleness.

The milk tea shop closes at nine o'clock.

As usual, John asked the driver to wait for him at the fork in the street.

After Xiaoxi gave the gift, her face was still red, but she was much bolder. Seeing John was about to leave, she urged him, "Brother Xie, go and see them off."

Jordan frowned.

This place is very remote. There are only a few street lights on one street, and the streets are pitch black.

John thought of something: "Do you want to buy a mobile phone?"

Jordan was holding the gift in his hand, his expression indifferent in the dark, but a hint of hostility appeared in his dark eyes.

John's arrival changed a lot of things, but he didn't like the feeling of this kind of thing being out of the ordinary.

"Hey, did you hear what I'm saying?" John asked again when he got no response.

Jordan lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Buy it when you have enough money."

John paused and asked, "I have an old phone at home. I'm going to throw it away anyway. I'll sell it to you for 100 yuan. Do you want it?"

One hundred yuan is actually no different from giving it away for free.

Jordan's eyes were cold, and his irritation was getting worse and worse. He licked the bottom of his teeth and smiled.

"OK."

Jordan agreed so readily that John was stunned. He thought that with Jordan's sensitive and inferior personality, he would have to spend a lot of time and effort to persuade him by saying something like "I'll be lost if you don't use it"

"Okay then, I'll bring it to you tomorrow and then go with you to get a card."

John was a little excited. This way he could contact Jordan directly with his phone.

He was about to say something when suddenly a whistle came from the front, and the young man's vulgar words came over.

"Hey, isn't this our hero? I've been looking for you for a long time, and now you've finally shown up at my doorstep."

John turned his head and looked ahead.

There were a few hooligans squatting and smoking under the street light. They had blond hair and leather jackets. They put out their cigarette but.ts with their feet and walked towards them with sinister looks. To be more precise, they walked towards Jordan.

The young man in the lead was pale and thin, with a hideous scar on his face. He stared at Jordan and sneered: "You were lucky last time, but this time all my people are here. If you don't die tonight, you'll have to cut off one of my arms."

There were about seven or eight of them, all holding something in their hands, and they were ruthless and desperate. The chains on their clothes reflected the light, and their eyes were extremely vicious.

John: Oh, the big plot point in the original novel has come. The revenge seeker has come to his house. He regretted not bringing a bodyguard with him when he went out today.

Jordan curled his lips coldly in the darkness. Qingjun's face was more violent and cruel than that of this group of people. It just so happened that he was very upset and this group of people came to vent his anger.

He reached out and grabbed John's wrist, his voice low and cold: "I caused this trouble, you go first."

How could John abandon him? If he left him alone, Jordan would lose his hand.

John pulled him behind him and said coldly, "Shut up, I'll do it."

Jordan: "......."

The burgundy-haired thug who was in the lead laughed.

John was dressed like those good boys, and was holding a math book in his hand. He looked clean and handsome, and had no intimidating power at all.

He spat on the ground, took a step forward, and grabbed John's collar. "Don't get involved in things that shouldn't be your business. Be careful not to get into trouble. But since you've already gotten involved, just consider yourself unlucky, little chicken. I love beating up nerds the most. It's best if they become stupid."

He grinned and waved his arm, looking like he was going to knock John against the telephone pole.

Jordan's expression turned cold.

But the next second, a scream was heard on the street, and the person who was knocked to the ground was actually the red-haired gangster!

In a flash, John tackled and kicked the man in one go. The boy's light brown hair brushed across his eyebrows, and his seemingly well-behaved and docile features revealed a fierce look.

The red-haired man was lying on the ground, holding his stomach, looking up with wide eyes, angrily: "You are looking for death!"

"See who dies first."

John sneered, rolled up the math book in his hand, stepped on Hongmao's arm, and hit him on the head with the book. Every hit was very strong.

The people around were stunned.

Even Jordan, who had been able to remain calm in all these years, was stunned for a few seconds by this kid.

Red Hair screamed from being hit and tried to struggle, but John was so strong that it was scary. He was extremely humiliated and angry, and turned around and yelled: "You are still standing there watching the fun! Grab your weapons and beat him to death!"

The younger brothers realized that they were armed, and immediately swarmed over with iron rods and knives.

"You are done for, you dare to mess with our Qinglong Gang!"

"It's no use for you to kneel down and call daddy tonight!"

John released his foot from the red-haired guy and entered a few numbers on his phone. While waiting for the call to be connected, he smiled coldly at the gang.

"Still calling me dad?"

He patted Red Hair's face with a math book and sneered: "Before you get into trouble, do some homework. There is a street in the south and north of the city. Ask around to see who the father is."

"......."

The gangsters had never heard such arrogant words before, and their faces turned blue with anger! dmn, how could someone be so arrogant!

As for Jordan, he was really amused by this kid.

The irritability in his heart also slowly dissipated with the gentle night breeze. Maybe John brought a lot of variables, but it also brought him a lot of new experiences.

At least, not something he disliked.

Red Hair was so angry that he wanted to jump up and down: "You call for help? It's no use! It's either you or me tonight!"

John was already on the phone: "Hey, Uncle Ma, drive in. There are a few bad boys blocking the traffic, you can just run them over and kill them."