The expected pain was not coming, which made me curiously let go of my hands and carefully looked at the surrounding situation...

A young man who was seventeen or eighteen years old, about 182cm tall and was standing leisurely about three or four meters away from me.

He had a pair of purple eyes... long black hair with shoulders, and the flowing long hair on his forehead was combed into two soft hair locks, hanging from both sides of his forehead. The hair behind him was tied into a ponytail facing the sky. The ponytail drooped loosely. He looked only one word to describe - handsome sunny. At this moment, he was smiling relaxedly, with his hands in his pockets standing there with his eyes fixed on the tip of his shoes, as if a flower suddenly grew there. His attitude was so arrogant and arrogant that he was enough to make his opponents irritate.

The tattoo slowly withdrew its kick to my right foot, winked at the two companions, then approached the boy with malicious intentions, muttering, "Boy... is quite arrogant! Are you impatient to live!"

When he said the last word, the tattoo had already swung its thick right fist, and the fist brought a strong wind and roared at the lazy boy. At the same time, his two partners followed him, waving wooden sticks at him from left to right, and there was no doubt that they wanted to knock down their opponents within one round.

As if he didn't see the other person's movements, the boy smiled gracefully, so sunny and so bright, I swear... If there were beautiful girls visiting the scene, just his smile would be enough to attract the hearts of most girls.

I stared blankly at the boy who was about to be punched by a tattoo. I really don’t understand why it’s time to laugh. Could it be... he is really not afraid of death! He is not afraid of pain?

Soon, my question was answered. This young man made me understand what it means to be as quiet as a virgin and as if he was moving as a rabbit. He smiled leisurely the moment before, but the next moment... he had already moved.

Under my unblinking eyes, he staged a scene that I would never forget in my life. Facing the tattoo's punch, he dived down and squatted down, allowing the tattoo's fist to pass. The tattoo could only watch the fist rubbed over the other person's head.

The next moment, the explosive force I had never seen before appeared on the boy. Using the power of his legs, waist, abdomen, and arms, the boy used an up-jump-up punch, um... It was almost exactly the same as Xiaohong and Xiaobai's sky-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-sum-s

Bang!

With the violent sound, the tattoo was accurately hit on the chin, and fell out with its body back without even looking. The tattoo must have fainted in the air. This uppercut that is comparable to a professional boxer is definitely not something that ordinary people can resist.

But the matter was not over yet. Facing the two big men attacking with sticks, the young man jumped violently on his tattooed body, and his body quickly bounced up. He stretched his feet sideways, and kicked the two big men's throat lightly and cleverly. The wooden sticks in the hands of the two people flew into the sky, covered their throats with their hands, and rolled on the ground in pain.

He curled his lips contemptuously, and the boy spitted in the direction of the three people, saying proudly: "If you don't agree, come to me, remember clearly, I am Long Xingyun from Dongwan Yaju!"

After saying that, he ignored the garbage that was already trembling because he heard Long Xingyun's name, walked straight to me, and smiled like a sunny smile at me, "Hey... brother, why are you bullied again? Haven't I told you? If someone dares to cause trouble for you in the future, just report my name. Why do you always don't listen?"

Looking at the boy's warm smile like sunny, the corners of my eyes suddenly became wet. After so many years, he was the only one... He did not bother me, he was willing to be friends with me, and he also tried his best to protect me. This is the only sunshine in my dark world, God! Buddha, I thank you!

Long Xingyun is my only friend in this world, a mixed-race Chinese and French man, absolutely rich! A standard young master! But he does not have the bad habits of ordinary playboys, and is more like a civilian in comparison. He does not do his job properly. He is character... lowly! cunning! full of wisdom and simple... all the contradictions are perfectly combined with him (very strange?) lustful, extremely lustful! There is no resistance to beauties.

Long Xingyun, who had excellent grades, was inexplicably going to study in our school! It was just because he heard that there were many beauties in our school... (sweat!). He couldn't get used to living in the dormitory, so he built a small wooden villa next to the dormitory (exaggerated? Rich people). His name was Dongwan Yaju. His character was half-right and half-evil, and he liked to do his own things as he pleased.

We have known each other for a long time. The first time we met was similar to this time. However, it was a bit miserable. I was almost beaten and he appeared. Since then, we have formed an indissoluble bond.

Looking at the bruises all over my body, Yun (hereinafter referred to as Long Xingyun as Yun) frowned slightly and murmured: "No... I will go to your class tomorrow. I will see who dares to bully my brothers, and... Tell me the name of the person who beat you today. I want to kill them. Damn... I dare to bully my Long Xingyun's brothers!"
Chapter completed!