My love story with him.
When we first met, he hired me to beat up someone. At the time, I thought it was a playboy paying to beat up his ex-boyfriend. Later I found out that it was a poor guy who overdrawn his credit card and hired someone to take indecent videos of that person.
The story of a calm and arrogant senior and a slow-witted (pseudo) junior
The attack is undecided
I think the three views of this story are the most upright in the universe, but the writer has a magical taste, so please be careful when entering this trap.
The first time I saw him was on a noisy afternoon.
He was wearing a white T-shirt and black pants, and his arms were red and had three scars. His eyebrows were bruised, his eyes were narrowed, and there was dormant anger in his eyes.
"Leave your ID card with me for now. Four hundred per person per day does not include three meals - who else can't figure out the situation?"
The seven of us stood in the sunshine, no one said a word.
"Okay," he took a last puff of cigarette, threw down the cigarette butt, and crushed the sparks with his clean leather shoes, "it's the same thing, if you are caught in the police, as long as you don't turn me in, I'll pay the fine, plus an extra thousand for each person."
Under the big locust tree, he stepped on the broken sunshine, half cold and half arrogant, just like the wounds wrapped on his fair skin, a little bright and a little depressed.
I heard my own Yu Jia Yu's fast heartbeat and swallowed my saliva.
He has no idea how beautiful he is. But I can't like it.
Because I am just a poor boy who has no money for college tuition.