"Shut up, focus on riding your bike." Tan Wenbin started pondering, "Brother Xiao Yuan, do you have any learning tricks to teach me?"
Run Sheng: "Does your dad know you’ve been staying over for several days, and this is the first time you’re bringing up studying?"
"Brother Binbin, with studying, I don’t know how I could possibly help you."
"Like, your study methods?"
"Studying... needs methods?"
Tan Wenbin spread his hands, his expression twisted, and asked in a raised and strange tone:
"Studying... doesn’t need methods?"
"Picking up corpses needs methods."
"Ah..." Tan Wenbin decided to face reality, "Then can you help me with the problems?"
"I can write the process for you, it’ll be faster this way. Plus, I can create some problems for you to solve."
Tan Wenbin silently pulled out a cigarette, didn’t light it, just sniffed it at his nose, nodding his head: "Thank you, Brother Xiao Yuan, I’ll do my best to get into the same university as you."
Run Sheng: "Then I will ride a tricycle to send you guys to university."
"Forget university for now, you’ve passed it, the department store is behind us, turn quickly."
The bike stopped in front of the department store, Run Sheng picked up the chain and locked it up.
Then, the three of them entered the building, where it was crowded.
Under Tan Wenbin’s lead, the three quickly bought their gifts.
Li Zhiyuan bought a music box, he bought a glass ornament on behalf of Alii, and also bought Alii a silk scarf.
After shopping, Tan Wenbin took the two to a nearby alley where several vendors sold fried skewers.
"Boss, chicken skewers..."
Before he could order, Tan Wenbin spotted a skinny classmate surrounded by four guys in the depths of the alley.
"Don’t think you can act all high and mighty just because you’re backed by Tan Wenbin, let me tell you, you’re mistaken."
"Some people might be scared of Tan Wenbin, but I’m not, even if his dad came, I wouldn’t care!"
Amidst punches and kicks, the skinny classmate quickly squatted down in the corner, covering his head with his hands.
Tan Wenbin looked at Li Zhiyuan: "Brother Xiao Yuan..."
"Yeah, my deskmate, a really good person, just a bit too soft-hearted, easily bullied. Out of these four guys, two are from other classes and two are from other schools, they always ask him for money."
"Brother Xiao Yuan, Run Sheng, pretend you don’t know me."
Having said that, Tan Wenbin quickly dashed forward, regardless of the four facing him, and delivered a flying kick to one: "Fuck you!"
That kick was quite impressive.
It made Li Zhiyuan even wonder if Uncle Tan was actually training Binbin or just beating him?
After flipping one over, the other three immediately came forward to fight, and Tan Wenbin quickly found himself in a melee.
Mainly because he ran too fast and fought too quickly, too quick for Li Zhiyuan to even say anything.
"Brother Run Sheng, help Binbin fight."
Li Zhiyuan turned around and said to the skewer vendor: "Boss, twenty chicken skewers, three portions of fried tofu, all with sweet and spicy sauce."
Run Sheng, instructed by Li Zhiyuan, stepped forward slowly, clenching his fists and twisting his neck, producing a series of cracking sounds.
His mind flickered through several gangster movies.
But because he was thinking slowly about the plot, Binbin ended up taking a few more punches.
However, the situation changed immediately after he joined.
He first grabbed one, lifted him up, then started slapping his face back and forth, with blood and teeth beginning to fly.
He knew very well inside that he couldn’t kill anyone, so he regretfully let go and the guy slumped to the ground limply.
This ferocious scene stunned the other three, and for a moment, they didn’t know whether to advance or retreat.
Run Sheng proactively resolved their doubts, surged forward and with arms outstretched like a bull, he harshly flipped two guys onto the ground.
Then one on the left and one on the right, he kicked each one, truly sending them flying and smashing them against the wall to roll down.
Seeing this, the last one immediately turned to run, but he was too slow, Run Sheng caught up with a burst of speed, grabbed his neck and tossed him in the air, drawing a circle before smashing him onto the ground.
Tan Wenbin yelled and rushed up to punch and kick the fellow fiercely.
Seeing it was about enough, he ran back to those three earlier and added additional damage.
Run Sheng just watched Tan Wenbin continuously "Ah da, ah do!"
Because Run Sheng knew if he intervened again, it would be hard to stop himself.
Tan Wenbin finally finished beating them, all four of them lay on the ground moaning.
"Damn, that feels so good!"
Tan Wenbin raised his arms, and though the corpses didn’t see his exhilarating beating, he felt it was worth it.
After Tan Wenbin had consoled his classmate, he and Run Sheng returned. By then, Li Zhiyuan was already sitting at a simple wooden table next to the stall, starting on the skewers.
He wasn’t worried at all, after all, Brother Run Sheng was capable of taking on ordinary corpses physically.
Tan Wenbin sat down, excitedly said: "Xiao Yuan, really, Run Sheng is totally cut out for the underworld. He could definitely carve out a big turf and be a gang boss!"
Li Zhiyuan put down a stick, pulled out a paper from the cylinder on the table, and wiped his mouth: "Then get caught by your dad and thrown into prison."
"Uh..." Tan Wenbin was left speechless, could only lower his head and eat his skewers.
Run Sheng, on the other hand, lit a cigarette and said, "Xiao Yuan already said it, there’s no future in gang life."
"By the way, just now Zheng Haiyang wanted to come over to thank you and even wanted to invite us for skewers but I turned him down. His parents are both sailors, usually lives with his grandparents."