If you don’t hear the word homosexuality, even if Fang Chi doesn’t want to have any interaction with Xiao Yiming, you will go up and stop him.

But someone said these three words, and it seems that it was because these three words were typing Xiao Yiming.

He hesitated at this moment.

Before the other party could see him, Fang Chi turned around and prepared to leave.

However, Xiao Yiming is not a person who can cause trouble. At this moment, people have no ability to fight back when they are besieged. He is grabbed by the back of his neck and pressed against the wall.

"Take your pants and take a look! Do you like this?"

Xiao Yiming had blood at the corner of his mouth and his clothes were torn in a mess, but he never said anything. He only looked at the entrance of the alley when he was pressed to the wall.

As Fang Chi stepped away, he met his eyes.

Fang Chi quickly turned his head and walked forward.

But he walked very slowly.

The mind jingled.

If Xiao Yi calls him, he will go back.

Don't worry if you don't make a sound.

If Xiao Yiming shouts, he will go back.

If he doesn't say anything, he will ignore it!

if……

Fang Chi held the descending device tightly and took a very slow step, making a sound!

After walking out for about ten steps, he didn't hear Xiao Yiming's voice, only the shouting and mocking laughter of the people in Class 6.

Fang Chi stopped.

He frowned fiercely, turned around and walked back to the entrance of the alley.

This time, as soon as he stood firm, someone saw him and raised his hand and pointed at him: "Fang Chi, don't worry about other people's business."

Xiao Yiming sat on the ground against the wall, looking a little embarrassed, but at least his pants had not been pulled off. He was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and didn't look at him.

Fang Chi didn't make a sound, standing there without leaving or moving forward.

"What does it mean?" The people who hit people stopped and looked at him.

Fang Chi still didn't say anything and just looked at them silently.

Mainly I don't know what to say.

He never knew what to say with people he was not familiar with.

Oh! Let go of that boy!

Or, why are you doing! Have the ability to fight one-on-one!

Of course, Xiao Yiming probably won't be able to defeat him if he fights alone.

What's up to me!

It sounds like a fool.

So stop saying anything.

In fact, they can't fight with him today, and Fang Chi knows it almost well.

Just these few people in front of me, let alone fights, they are not his opponents.

Obviously the other party is very clear.

So a few people stood there standing in place just staring at you and I looked at you.

"No, Fang Chi, what do you mean?" Someone still couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to stand up for this kid?"

Fang Chi glanced at him and responded after half a minute: "Ah."

Fang Chi himself is not sure what this means, and the other party probably can't judge it.

After standing for a while, Fang Chi became a little impatient. The dropper that had been tightly clamped in the fingers made his fingers hurt. He looked down and changed the dropper from between the index finger and the middle finger to the ring finger.

This action finally made the other party see something in his hand.

"Forget it," someone kicked Xiao Yiming, picked up the schoolbag that he threw aside, and "Go."

Several people got on the car, stared at Fang Chi for a few more glances, and the car drove out from him.

"I didn't see that they had a different relationship..." Someone shouted in a strange tone.

Fang Chi frowned and looked back. It was Zhang Jian, and his parents' names were particularly prescient. This person was probably class 6. No, the whole third grade was the most lewd. Not to mention fighting, even swearing was to make sure that others could not touch him before speaking.

Idiot.

Fang Chi turned around and looked at Xiao Yiming who had already stood up. He still didn't know what to say, so he stuffed the descending device back into his bag and turned and walked out of the alley.

When he put on his headphones, he heard Xiao Yiming's voice: "Thank you."

"Ah." He responded.

Ah what?

have no idea.

It was cool today, so Fang Chi threw his schoolbag behind his back and started running forward.

I don’t know why, but he felt uncomfortable, from the inside out, and couldn’t feel happy everywhere. His heart was blocked and his body was tight, and he was still a little uneasy.

Running is the most effective way for him to relieve his emotions.

The music volume is turned up, eyes are looking at the clean ground, and the feet are constantly being thrown behind you.

He felt much more comfortable when he ran home.

After taking a shower, he stuffed Mr. Huang into his cat's bag, and walked out again with his back.

He rushed to take Mr. Huang to the pet hospital introduced by Liang Xiaotao to adapt. If Mr. Huang agrees, he will castrate it.

Mr. Huang was very dissatisfied with the cat bag and rolled back and forth in the bag, so Fang Chi had to take a taxi.

When Mr. Huang got into the car, he started to meow meow, and the driver sighed: "This cat has a bad temper."

"...Follow me." Fang Chi also sighed.

Halfway through the car, his cell phone rang. When he took it out and saw that it was Sun Wenqu’s number, he suddenly remembered that he had to cook for Sun Wenqu every day according to the nonsense contract?

"Hey?" He answered the phone in despair.

"Have you finished school?" Sun Wenqu's voice sounded quite normal.

"Let me go, but I..." Fang Chi wanted to go to castrate the cat first.

"Come here to cook, I'm starving to death!" Sun Wenqu interrupted him, "It's not complicated, just cook some porridge, I have a stomachache."

When Sun Wenqu heard that his stomach hurt, although this person said a lot of truth and false words to walk him, he hesitated and paused before saying, "But now... I have a cat."

"Cat? What cat?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Just, a little earth cat." Fang Chi said.

"Bring it here." Sun Wenqu spoke very simply, and after that, he quit the phone.

Fang Chi thought for a long time and asked the driver to change direction and first went to Sun Wenqu’s house.

There was no need to ring the doorbell today. As soon as Fang Chi walked to the door of the yard, he saw Sun Wenqu holding a warm water bag and watering flowers in the yard. The gate was open.

"How much stomachache?" Fang Chi pushed the door and looked at him. Sun Wenqu's face was a little pale, but this person was pale at first, and I don't know if it was because of stomachache now.

"Where is the cat?" Sun Wenqu threw the kettle and looked into the cat bag he was holding, "Take it out and I'll have fun."

"Huh?" Fang Chi was stunned. He thought that Sun Wenqu probably couldn't let the cat enter the house, so he planned to put the cat in the yard.

"Take it out and I'll play with it." Sun Wenqu said again.

Fang Chi felt a little confused, but he opened his bag and reached out to take Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang was very anxious all the way. As soon as he reached in, Mr. Huang raised his claws and thrust on the back of his hand.

"Oh!" Fang Chi quickly retracted his hand.

"I'll do it." Sun Wenqu reached in without thinking.

"Be careful!" Fang Chi was shocked. He asked Mr. Huang to scratch the eldest young master. He might be able to torture himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wenqu had already put Mr. Huang out with his hand, but he was not scratched. Mr. Huang was still honestly hanging his arms and legs, with only his tail hooked.

"So small," Sun Wenqu put the water warmer bag in one hand and held Mr. Huang into the house with the other, "How old is it?"

"...I don't know," Fang Chi followed behind him, "I picked it up."

Sun Wenqu didn't say anything, flipped his cat's ears, then grabbed his face and looked at his teeth: "It's only four or five months."

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned, "I still thought I could be one year old."

"Why are you going out to sell yourself to bring a cat?" Sun Wenqu opened the cabinet and took out a bag of cat food, went into the kitchen and took a bowl, and then returned to the living room to put both the bowl and Mr. Huang on the coffee table.

"I..." Fang Chi was so shocked by this "selling body" that he wanted to go over and kick Sun Wenqu, but when he saw Mr. Huang squatting by the bowl and starting to bury his head, he was shocked again, "Did it eat it? What cat food did you feed?"

"Why don't you eat it? I usually feed stray cat food," Sun Wenqu poured it onto the sofa and put his legs on the coffee table. After Mr. Huang finished eating a handful of cat food from the bowl, he climbed onto him along his legs. Sun Wenqu hugged it and stuffed it into his clothes, "How good, come and warm your uncle's belly...what is it called?"

"Mr. Huang." Fang Chi had a little difficulty accepting the facts in front of him.

He was so embarrassed that he felt as if he was owed two million at home that he was in a bad mood and could just suck Mr. Huang on his face with one claw. After being stuck so casually, Sun Wenqu didn't resist and stayed quietly in his clothes.

"This name is as boring as the lies you made up by your mother," Sun Wenqu covered the cat and looked at him, "Skinny egg and lean meat porridge."

"Ah?" Fang Chi didn't react.

"Cleavened eggs, lean meat, porridge, you make them, I'll eat them," Sun Wenqu said again, "In addition, don't have slices of meat, I like minced meat."
To be continued...