In the damp corner of the boxing ring, blood mixed with rain flowed into the sewer.
Ji Huaiyou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stuffed a wad of sweat-stained bills into Ji Che's schoolbag: "Tuition fees."
Ji Che pinched the cracked wound on his finger bone and chuckled: "Last time you said it was 'overtime pay,' and last time you said it was 'bonus..."
The fingertips suddenly dug into the wound with force, "Can you tell the truth now?"
Ji Huaiyou let the blood drip on the second button of Ji Che's school uniform: "Then change it to...'The book that supports your wife?' "
PS: Actually this sentence was taught by my younger brother
Concept: Wild dogs don't need tombstones, they just run wild until they rot.
