When Wan Fei heard the name, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly turned his face to look at Bian Nan.

"Yeah." Bian Nan responded, without asking much, he put his hand in his pocket and walked along the way.

"Fuck me, I'm going to get rid of Qiu Yi," Wan Fei followed him and then whispered, with excitement in his voice, "Is it just right for you?"

"I just want to eat now," Bian Nan touched his pocket for a long time and wanted to find a piece of candy, but he only found a supermarket receipt. He turned around and looked around, "Where to eat?"

"My fellow, I want to eat his spring cake," said Wan Fei, pausing for a while and then saying, "I knew Pan Yifeng was the first to cause trouble for Qiu Yi, so I didn't expect him to hold it in until this semester."

"There is a big deal of spring cakes in this place..." Bian Nan pointed to the row of restaurants in front, "You can just have fried noodles or something."

"Whatever, your eldest master doesn't mind, I don't care," Wan Fei waved his hand, not caring about making it into fried noodles directly from spring cakes, "I'll treat you to fried noodles."

Bian Nan and Wan Fei were sitting at the small table near the window of the small restaurant waiting for the fried noodles.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the only ones with the lights on are Internet cafes and dummy KTVs and late-night snack restaurants.

Bian Nan kept tilting his head to look out the window, but he couldn't see anything. There was only one street light far away. Many of them were broken and the outside was dark, and the glass could only reflect the scene in the restaurant.

There were only four people in the restaurant, including him and Wan Fei. The other table was probably a shipping student. He lowered his head and buried his head in eating noodles, and never even said a word.

"Aren't you going home this week?" Wan Fei asked.

"Yes." Bian Nan nodded, took out his cell phone and stared at him for a while, and sent a message to Zhang Xiaorong.

Do you have time to come out for dinner on Saturday?

Generally, he would not use such questions when he asked girls. He just said that he could just invite you to have a meal on Saturday, but Zhang Xiaorong couldn't.

"I won't go back again? You didn't go back last week." Wan Fei poses, raises his hand and tries to compete.

"It's boring to go back," Bian Nan took a picture of Wan Fei with his cell phone, "What will I do when I go back the birthday of Bian Xinyu the next day?"

Bian Xinyu is Bian Nan's half-sister, only half a year younger than him. Bian Nan has been talking to her since she was a child. Until now, if you add a piece of the words you have said for more than ten years, you probably can't get a pear blossom song.

Compared to direct conversations, there are probably more indirect conversations.

This is usually the case. Bian Xinyu said, Dad, Bian Nan hit me. Bian Nan said, I didn’t. Bian Xinyu said, Mom, Bian Nan rob me of my baby. Bian Nan said, I didn’t.

"The main thing is to avoid Bian Hao, right?" Wan Fei poured him a cup of tea. Wan Fei met him since he entered the junior high school sports school. Wan Fei was clear about his bloody ethical drama.

"Well," Bian Nan took a sip of tea, "He must go home on his sister's birthday."

Bian Hao is Bian Xinyu's biological brother, and Bian Nan and him don't even have a pear blossom body. If they meet, they can fight if they are not suitable.

"Go to my house," said Wan Fei, "My mother said that you would like to eat her pancakes this week, and ask her to pancakes for you."

"Let's talk about it," Bian Nan shook his cell phone, "If Zhang Xiaorong doesn't want to have dinner with me, I'll go to your house to eat cake."

"Can you two eat two more days?" Wan Fei tsk.

Bian Nan smiled and said nothing.

After eating the fried noodles, Zhang Xiaorong's message came back.

I've been in a bad mood these days.

"It's so hard to serve. I'm waiting for a long time to reply to nonsense," Bian Nan looked at his phone and frowned. "Is it because he doesn't want to eat in a bad mood, or does he need to eat in a bad mood? It's so hard to eat whether he's eating or not."

"Aren't women all this kind of virtue?" Wan Fei leaned over and took a look, and was amused for a long time.

"Fuck, have you been talking to Li Dan and the other women so hard?" Bian Nan stood up and put on his coat.

"You can chase Li Dan without any effort." Wan Fei tsk twice.

"Too fierce." Bian Nan bared his teeth and twitched, lowered his head and replied to Zhang Xiaorong with a message.

Come out and I will accompany you until you feel better.

After leaving the noodle restaurant, Bian Nan and Wan Fei slowly walked to the Holly Internet Cafe.

Because there are three schools in this area, there are the most Internet cafes besides restaurants, with more than a dozen large and small.

However, Internet cafes also scored territories. People from several Internet cafes and sports schools in Holly generally do not go there, and students who are shipping will not come to Internet cafes on the sports school.

If someone appears on the other party's territory, it basically means that this is coming to cause trouble.

The sportswear like Bian Nan and Wan Fei even have a down jacket with white bars, and it looks like the sports school is very eye-catching when walking near shipping.

On the way, he passed two new properties that had not been built. Bian Nan went in and took a walk and found two hollow iron pipes. He held them in his hand and weighed them, and handed them one to Wan Fei: "Be smarter in a while, don't let the nails hook the pants again."

"Fuck." Wan Fei took the iron pipe.

Bian Nan didn’t know how many people Pan Yifeng called, but just look at the few people under the wall just now. According to the level of fighting in high school, he is already a master. He is not a good person and he is ruthless in his actions. He has to be counted as Wan Fei.

Although Wan Fei can be hung on the wall by nails when he climbs over the wall, he is quite dedicated and professional when fighting, and his enthusiasm is definitely higher than that of ordinary high school level. If he can't stop it, he has to run towards the street hooligans.

Bian Nan didn't count himself here, and he also fought. He never stopped from kindergarten. He was just because of the constant fights and his father spent money into the sports school. He said it was a waste of energy. However, he usually didn't take the initiative to cause trouble. It was just that he had a bad temper and he was prone to take it upon himself when he was in trouble.

Not long after leaving, I saw the four words "Holly Internet Cafe" shining under the spotlights.

Bian Nan's hand holding the iron pipe tightened, and he didn't see Pan Yifeng's people. Pan Yifeng was not the one who escaped at the last minute. The only possibility was that they had already entered the Internet cafe.

"Past." Wan Fei accelerated his pace and walked in front of him.

When they walked to a place that was only fifty meters away from the Internet cafe, they heard the noise coming from the Internet cafe, and then they saw someone running out of the gate.

"Clog the door." Bian Nan said, and the two of them ran towards the gate.

Several people who ran out were very panicked, and the expressions on their faces were clearly seen under the light. These were not their targets, they were frightened by the fight and escaped.

Then he ran out two people with blood on their faces, holding something in their hands, with metal reflections. Wan Fei rushed up and raised the iron pipe to the arm in front and swung it over.

Biannan's iron pipe hit another hand, and the man fell to the ground with a clang with something in his hand. He glanced at it and found that it was the stainless steel armrests removed from the Internet cafe chair.

Bian Nan swung his shoulder again. The man screamed and shook his shoulders. He quickly stretched out his hand to pick up the handrail on the ground. Bian Nan kicked the handrail away and kicked it on the ribs.

He didn't use too much force on this kick, but the man was still kicked down by him.

After Bian Nan and Wan Fei fell down, they were about to rush into the Internet cafe, but four or five shipping people suddenly rushed out of it, holding all the guys in their hands, and when they came out, they waved them hard.

Bian Nan didn't stop, and somebody was throwing the thing in his hand into his face. He raised his hand to block it, and the back of his hand suddenly felt a little hot and painful.

"Fuck | Your uncle." Bian Nan cursed, and didn't care about anything else. He swung the iron pipe and smashed it to the person in front of him.

The iron pipe in his hand hit the person and was a little numb. The chaos was also chaotic. He was also hit by himself several times. He was wearing little, and he was just a T-shirt on his body and a very thin down jacket on his body. These few hits made him feel a little furious.

There were many people running out of the Internet cafe, and Bian Nan and Wan Fei were at the door, but they rushed out without blocking them.

Pan Yifeng followed behind and chased after him. Seeing that the styling was probably the upper hand, he came out and asked Bian Nan: "It's okay!"

"It's okay." Bian Nan responded.

"Chasing!" Pan Yifeng yelled, "No one fucking wants to run away!"

A group of people who were shipping had already run to the road. Bian Nan chased over and stretched out the guardrail on the sidewalk, and swung a tube to the back of a person's knees. The man knelt on the ground and rolled around. Wan Fei chased him up and kicked him down to his back.

The process of group formation is often very short. It only takes five or six minutes from the beginning of Bian Nan and Wan Fei's participation in the battle to the formation of a group of people running on the road.

This time Pan Yifeng's target was Qiu Yi, but Bian Nan still doesn't know which of the messy people is Qiu Yi, but he just feels that a new boss of shipping can't stand it.

After chasing, he stopped and swung for a few times, he ran and swung for a few times... After repeating this process two or three times, Bian Nan heard the sound of a girl behind him screaming sharply and briefly.

Bian Nan felt that the voice sounded familiar, and then a somewhat low male voice sounded behind him: "Hey."

Hey, your uncle. Bian Nan turned around.

A fluorescent green bicycle rushed over from behind and rushed to his eyes instantly. Bian Nan had only time to see clearly that the person in the car was wearing a mask. The deep eyes exposed on the mask were very eye-catching. Before he could react, he was hit hard on his right shoulder.

The huge pain caused by this moment almost made Bian Nan scream, and the iron pipe on his hand almost slid off.

The man rode his bicycle and gust of wind blew past him. The rubber baton in his left hand was raised, and with the inertia of the bicycle moving forward, he pulled on Wan Fei's right rib in front of him.

Wan Fei was unprepared and staggered to kneel on the ground.

"Back!" Bian Nan roared, alerting Pan Yifeng and the others.

But just a few seconds after the person in front turned around, the bicycle had already rushed straight behind Pan Yifeng. While Pan Yifeng turned around, the people in the car raised their hands up, and the rubber baton hit his chin from bottom to top. Pan Yifeng was hit so hard that he leaned back and fell to the ground.

At this time, all the shipping people stopped running for their lives and turned around.

Hold!

Bian Nan changed the iron pipe to his left hand and rushed over.

Regardless of the previous results, Pan Yifeng was the one who took the lead this time, and being knocked down means that the sports school is embarrassing.

And his intuition told him that this person was Qiu Yi.

After Pan Yifeng was knocked down, the people on the bicycle had a brief pause, and Bian Nan rushed to him in this gap.

The iron pipe in his hand was smashed towards the man's face.

The man reacted very quickly and raised his hand to block it before Bian Nan hit him in the face.

However, Bian Nan used a lot of force. The iron pipe first hit his left hand, and then the top of the iron pipe hit the corner of his eyes along with inertia.

When Bian Nan was about to hit the ball for another second time, the man pedaled and rushed forward.

The man rode in the car and looked back at him. Bian Nan saw the blood gushing out of the wound under the corner of his eyes.

When Pan Yifeng was pulled up from the ground, his chin, which was slightly deformed and his twisted expression looked a little miserable.

"Fuck..." Pan Yifeng cursed for a while in pain, his pronunciation was a little unclear, and probably his tongue bit.
To be continued...