Chapter 15 Young Beggar

"goodbye!"

Zhao Heng took off after enjoying the beauty's hug, then a forced smile flashed across his face, and he bowed slightly and turned away, as if he was afraid that the girl would suddenly become a fool and stick to him. He knew his weight and status. His top priority was to think about how to face this cruel real society in the future.///

Now the idea of ​​trying to struggle for twenty years is simply a waste of energy.

"A very unique man..."

Du Ziyan smiled lightly with Bei Ruyu, as bright as a lotus from the water. When she got into the car, Ding Lingling walked out of the car and smiled strangely at Du Ziyan: "Ziyan, wait for me with Uncle Zhong. I feel that I misunderstood Zhao Heng on the train. I will walk over and apologize to him now."

Du Ziyan showed relief: "Okay, Lingling is so nice!"

Ding Lingling quickly caught up with Zhao Heng who had walked more than ten meters away, and then accelerated two steps to cross in front of him. When she kept a smile and bowed to Zhao Heng, her tone came out coldly: "Zhao Heng, I don't care whether you are Hua Hai's new life or not, I just tell you, don't bother Zi Yan anymore, she is not the one you can make friends with."

"Stay away from her in the future, otherwise I will be polite to you."

Ding Lingling yelled softly: "Did you hear me?"

Zhao Heng glanced at her coldly, and Ding Lingling suddenly felt a chill, a chill that could stand upside down, like a frog staring at by a poisonous snake, on the verge of being extremely dangerous. When she couldn't stop taking two steps back, she heard Zhao Heng throw two words coldly:

"Get out."

Ding Lingling's heart trembled, subconsciously moved away from the blocking position. It was not until Zhao Heng walked out of her that she woke up from confusion and fear. The cowardice just now turned into endless anger. She shouted to Zhao Heng's back: "Bastard, if you dare to stay in Huahai, I dare to kill you."

Zhao Hengli ignored her, and Ding Lingling's fists were slightly tightened:

"asshole!

After Zhao Heng and Du Ziyan parted, they followed the instructions in the notice and walked to the reception desk of Huahai University. In order to welcome the freshmen, Huahai University has a special pick-up point at the airport railway station and bus station, so that freshmen from other places can arrive at the school smoothly and avoid being slaughtered by unscrupulous drivers.

However, when Zhao Heng found the reception point, the pick-up bus was full, so Zhao Heng could only wait for the next shift helplessly. It took almost an hour, so Zhao Heng chatted with the senior sister at the reception point and sat there. Then he found that there was a fat man waiting next to him, and the weight was definitely 80 kilograms.

Similar students dress up, just put their legs on their feet, lowering their heads and muttering words. Those who don’t know what they think they are prayers.

The plastic chair was terrible in his huge weight.

A senior brother spoke in a weak voice: "Junior brother, please sit carefully, this is the last one."

"Come on, drink a piece of water, the car will be there for a while."

Only then did Zhao Heng realize that there were two fragmented plastic stools next to him, which were obviously broken by the fat man.

The fat man didn't even raise his head, and while counting his fingers, he responded: "Senior brother, don't worry, I have a sense of responsibility, this chair will never break again. It just can bear my weight now, and there is still 200 grams of space left, so don't give me mineral water, otherwise the chair will collapse."

The senior brother looked at the fat man's body and the slightly deformed plastic chair. Although he was worried that it would break and become the third one, he didn't agree with the fat man's words. The kid only had the water blowing, and there was still two hundred grams of space. He threw the water directly into the fat man's arms: "I don't care about this,,,"

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his speech, the plastic stool broke, and the two deformed pillars shattered. The fat man seemed to be full of experience and jumped up when the stool made a sound. The speed was so fast that Zhao Heng was stunned, but the fat man didn't even look at the stool that collapsed on the ground, and continued to squat on the ground and muttered something.

He didn't even apologize because he directly put the mineral water on the ground.

It's really two hundred grams,

The receptionist looked bitter and was extremely helpless towards the fat man.

Zhao Heng did not pay more attention to the fat man who was looking down, but instead wandered around to pass the time. Suddenly, he felt a beam of eyes gathered toward him. Zhao Heng moved his footsteps and glanced, but did not lock in the target in the vast sea of ​​people. But when he was surprised, he felt like he was being followed by someone behind him.

Zhao Heng did not look back this time, but raised his watch to reflect the mirror.

Although the other party withdrew his eyes quickly enough, Zhao Heng still caught the source of his eyes this time. He turned around and glanced around the train station, and then his eyes fell on an alley adjacent to the train. His eyes lit up slightly and stared at a person, a young beggar who was basking in the sun, looking careless.

Zhao Heng had almost no thoughts and walked over with great strides.

"Great man, okay!"

The young beggar picked up the plates that were scattered for nearly a hundred yuan and shouted tremblingly to Zhao Heng. Although this boy looked too clean, he would not be a rich man, but no matter how small the mosquitoes were, he was still meat. Therefore, the young beggar held up the plates with great professional ethics, and felt pitiful as if he had been out of food for three days.

"Beggar? Hum!"

Zhao Heng stared at the plate and sneered, then held the banknotes in the plate in a daze. Before he could react, Zhao Heng turned around and walked towards the roadside with the money. The young beggar was shocked. Obviously, he didn't expect Zhao Heng to be so domineering and dared to grab money in public. Then he shouted: "Bandit!"

He rushed up very quickly. The next second, Zhao Heng felt a gust of wind coming from behind. When he turned around, he saw the young beggar shrinking into an inch, shooting behind him like a sharp arrow. He turned his palm into claws and grabbed his neck. Zhao Heng had no time to dodge, so he had to stabilize his feet and clench his fist with his right hand.

The beggar deliberately confronted him, and his eyes narrowed slightly and turned into fists to fight Zhao Heng.

The two hands collided without suspense and then retreated like lightning.

The young beggar's left foot was pressed against a blue brick behind him and did not retreat, but his arms were slightly sore. Zhao Heng did not move at all, but a hint of praise flashed in his eyes. Although he did not do his best to do his best and did not rejuvenate his dantian, it was considered domineering to be able to withstand it. At the same time, he also judged that this person was definitely not an ordinary beggar.

A hint of surprise flashed across the beggar's face. After a slight frown, he punched Zhao Heng like a thunderous punch, hitting Zhao Heng's chest like a shell. There was not much mystery or fancy, just a simple punch, which was quite simple. When he fought head-on, Zhao Heng still did not dodge or avoid it. He moved his footsteps and raised his right fist to face it.

A dull sound broke out in the air, and the two of them had their fists separated at once.

After the young beggar's fist retreated, it spread out into a palm, and his fingers naturally trembled slightly to remove the remaining remaining force. Zhao Heng breathed deeply, his fist was slightly red but stood still. Both moves were all about to leave at once, without a dead fight, no entanglement, and no fancy skills to fight head-on. The result was self-evident.

The beggar suffered a loss and was at a disadvantage.

"You beggar is not simple."

Zhao Heng blew his fist gently, glanced at the young beggar and said, "Say it, why should you stare at me? If I am satisfied, I will give you a way out." Zhao Heng threw out a few words lightly. Although it sounded like there was no sincerity or guarantee, his tone was circulating with an unquestionable situation.

"Will you not take a look at your bones and lines when you see them?"

The beggar dissipated like a cold wind blowing across the earth. He twisted his neck and smiled slowly, "My name is Jiang Changlong, collect some rewards nearby. Brother, I found that you are a martial arts practitioner in the vast sea of ​​people, so I was curious and looked at it for a few more times. I didn't expect you to find it. I really have no malice."

The beggar spread his hands: "You and I don't know each other, why am I watching you?"

These words make sense. Zhao Heng dispersed his two-point alert attitude, and then threw the dozens of yuan banknotes in his hand back to Jiang Changlong, and then turned around and left without answering. He might not have seen the world dirty, but he would not think that they were all good people, so he did not accept Jiang Changlong's inexplicable friendship.

What's more, Jiang Changlong, may not be a beggar.

"Don't stare at me anymore, or I'll let you disappear."

When Zhao Heng walked back to the reception point of Huahai University with his bag on his back, Jiang Changlong's smile retreated like a tide, and turned to a hint of solemnity and confusion, muttering to himself: "This kid is really not simple. Not only is he having a great time talking to the Du family daughter, but his cultivation is also so domineering and interesting."

He quickly calmed down and stared at Zhao Heng's back and frowned.

Until Zhao Heng took the luxury bus at Huahai University, he was still recalling Jiang Changlong's every move. In addition to being secretly surprised by his skills, he was also puzzled by him following him. Zhao Heng would not believe Jiang Changlong's nonsense saying that he admired his skills, but he could not think of his intention to stare at him in secret.

It was my first time to come to Huahai. I met less than ten people in total, including Brother Feihu and a group of bandits. Zhao Heng once thought that Jiang Changlong was a partner of Brother Feihu, but Jiang Changlong used the military chief fist, which had a few streets that were completely exaggerated, and they all had different grades.

Moreover, Jiang Changlong was vaguely upright and could never be the one of Brother Feihu.

In this gap that Zhao Heng was thinking about, the students from overseas have already had a lively conversation. Although they met for the first time, it did not prevent them from communicating curiosity and excitement. After all, entering college from high school is a turning point in life, and the people in the car are likely to be friends, so everyone has a passionate conversation.

"Brother, where are you from?"

A peer who was half a head shorter than Zhao Heng leaned over, but he was so huge that he was so fat that he could not even see his neck. His body was like a boneless meat mountain and his feet were two thicker than his own. His head was like an upside-down teapot, and only his eyes could see a wise and stupid shrewdness.

Zhao Heng recognized that this person was the fat man at the reception center.

ps: There are flowers that hit Lao Ho, thank you everyone.

A little off topic: A brother asked me if this book is in the style of a young man in the city. The answer to success is definitely! In fact, before opening a new book, I also wanted to go through other routes, play funny styles or write an invincible stream of consciousness, but the editor broke the word: Abandon your strengths and write something that is completely unfamiliar, but the result will only be a death. A large number of hardcores follow you to see? What are you looking at now? An author will discard your style, and the hardcore will also discard you.

So I finally wrote about this generation of geniuses.

There are basically only a few routines in urban novels, but success will try to make it exciting. Some brothers say that they have not seen the protagonist's strategy yet. They will definitely not write too much of this thing at the beginning, otherwise they will become aesthetically tired. Then some readers will say that they are intrigue again, so tired! So success will proceed step by step and penetrate bit by bit.

In addition, the protagonists of this book will be less tired and restrained, more relaxed, proactive, passionate, and passion. There will never be any brothers who are always angry about being suppressed by the country. What a generation of geniuses wants is the hero of the warrior and the heroic laughter in the world.
Chapter completed!