Chapter 3581

At the end of May, cicadas called for summer. The sun was warm and sleepy.

This street is located on the side, there are no pedestrians, and there is a long alley. Occasionally, people who pass by glance into the alley, frown and hurry through.

From the corner of the street, there was a boy, tall and long legs, who looked like a picture. The white shirt is slightly cool, the clavicle line is cold and good-looking, the waist line is thin, high and cold and abstinence. At first glance, there is only the word "clean", which is very similar to the first love in all girls' dreams. The young people in white on the campus enter the painting with their eyebrows and eyes, and they are lonely and cold.

His temperament is cold, not an ordinary sense of alienation, but a sharp ice.

From time to time, there were several dull sounds of impact in the alley ahead, which seemed to hit the wall according to people. Several boys stood outside the alley and blocked the originally not wide road. They stood loose, talked and laughed, smoking.

It's a picture that you'll avoid as long as you see it.

The young man's eyes are cold, and there are no waves when he looks straight ahead. Perhaps it is because of his too indifferent temperament. There will always be a sense of arrogance in his sight.

He glanced down at his watch and walked forward without moving.

There was no pause when I passed the alley.

When the boys in front saw someone, they stopped and fell on the boy.

Most of them have dyed their hair and wear earrings. There are tattoos on their ears or arms. They look ruffian and hard to provoke. Some of them opened their mouth: "who are you?"

The young man is very tall and has deep eyes. When looking at people, he has the feeling of living in three separate places. He has a very light and light eye, which is no different from looking at ordinary people.

"Excuse me." his voice is cold, like a cold drink in subzero weather. It sounds good, but it's too sparse. It's sober for no reason in this impetuous and hot summer.

The boy smiled. He looked up and down at the boy, which could be called an explicit line of sight. Finally, he came to a conclusion. He was a good student. He disdained to sneer: "he didn't have long fucking eyes. Can't see anyone? You can't pass this way."

The young man's eyes fell on them, not light or heavy, not angry, not angry. He was looking at the unimportant person. He didn't say a word. Obviously, he didn't bother to say more. He was almost indifferent to the extreme cold, and walked straight on with his long legs.

The boy frowned, very unhappy with the young man's expression. He just wanted to start, but he was pressed by the person next to him. The man looked at the direction in the alley and ordered his chin: "forget it, don't make trouble."

"You're lucky." the boy paused and stood back impatiently.

The man who came forward to stop was dyed a haze blue, handsome, dressed up very trendy, had a particularly strong bad smell, and was used to frivolous eyes. He looked at the boy with a smile, "man, is this a new one from the first middle school?"

Why do you ask? Haze blue is also purely based on feeling.

The boy looked like a benchmark. He was meticulous, cold and solemn. He was completely two worlds from them. Not far from this alley was No. 1 middle school, but he didn't wear a school uniform. According to the rigorous inertia, it was unlikely that he would turn.

"Yes."

Haze blue whistled and shouted to the joking half joking in the alley, "brother Xu, I met your alumni. Don't you say hello to your new classmates?"