Chapter 88

"Brother Zihao, what musical instrument do you want to play?"

The woman in the romantic place didn't know what it meant, but she pretended to be pure and sat on Xie Zihao's thigh, her fingers swimming at the root of his thigh.

"Ah."

Xie Zihao whispered comfortably. His eyes narrowed and stared at Xiaoqi's plump chest. His mouth was close to his ear, "blow the flute."

"Ah, brother Zihao, you are so bad."

Xiaoqi pretended to push, but she took the initiative to get up.

"Cough..."

Zhu Shenyou coughed twice. "Brother Zihao, a room has been prepared for you upstairs. The beautiful women in it are happy with you."

Zhu Shenbing also laughed and said, "listen to me. If you don't serve brother Zihao tonight, I'll ask you tomorrow. Do you hear me?"

"Don't worry about the soldiers..."

Several beauties in the private room rushed up directly, almost carrying Xie Zihao out of the private room and straight to the hotel room upstairs.

When everyone dispersed, Zhu Shenbing's face suddenly became cold and couldn't help shouting and scolding: "shit, what is it? It's just the son of a vice president. It's nothing compared with Lao Tzu."

"Shenbing, you are always so impulsive."

Zhu Shenyou shook his head and waved his hand. "You can't underestimate Xie Zihao. People just let go and give us more auspicious numbers. It's all money."

"It's OK to make money. I'm not happy to see that boy's outfit. I'll tell Xiaoqi to get some medicine later. If he doesn't play tonight, he can't get up for three days. It's our girl's inability."

As soon as Zhu Shenbing patted the table, he left the room in a hurry. Even if Zhu Shenyou shouted in the back, he couldn't call it back. He had to shake his head reluctantly.

Maybe the girl of the Zhu family was really incompetent, or maybe Xie Zihao's physical quality was too good. Early the next morning, Shen Dapeng saw Xie Zihao and Yuan Shuai walk into the school at the gate of the school.

"Huh? Is this guy a student of No. 1 middle school? Why don't you remember? "

Shen Dapeng frowned in surprise and then shook his head. Thinking that this guy didn't dare to do anything too much at school, he ignored it.

The tense senior three life is more busy than making up classes. The endless exercises make people forget almost all the other things, but there are always exceptions.

Li Zeyu has started to leave early, but his parents have written a note. In addition, the teacher has talked to his parents before, so he has not embarrassed him. Moreover, the school also knows that it is talking about cooperation with the school these days and plans to promote barreled purified water on campus.

In the afternoon, Shen Dapeng looked bored at the wall clock in front of the classroom, lay lazily on the table, looked back at the empty seats behind him, and was a little disappointed.

Li Zeyu came home to help, but he didn't get used to it. When his big head was there, he always hated his annoying grinding haw, but now he felt something was missing.

"Fight, fight, fight on the basketball court downstairs..."

Suddenly there was a lot of noise downstairs. Most of the students in the class didn't even have the meaning to watch the excitement. After all, they were facing all kinds of exercises all day until late at night. They had no extra thoughts, but they took into account others.

Shen Dapeng has nothing to do. He lies down on the windowsill and looks at the basketball court downstairs. Sure enough, the basketball court is surrounded by a group of people. It seems that there is going to be a group fight!

However, his eyes were fixed on a petite figure, and then he looked at it. After confirmation, without thinking about anything else, he turned and went downstairs.

On the basketball court, Xie Zihao, Yuan Shuai, monks and several others stood in opposite positions with more than a dozen people holding basketball, all with cold eyes.

"Malgobi, smelly boy, I drink her water and care about your birds?"

Xie Zihao shook his legs and pointed to a boy with a basketball in his hand.

"The drink is for me. Su Su is the cheerleader of our class. Today, she sent me water in our class basketball game. What did you grab?"

The boy stood up unconvinced and deserved to play basketball. He was one head taller than Xie Zihao. He looked about one meter nine. This is definitely a unique existence among high school students.

Shen Dapeng still remembers that the boy's name is Mao Zhuang. He is the captain of the school basketball team. It is said that he was later admitted to the Provincial Sports College as a sports specialty student.

"Mao Zhuang is right. Why do you rob Su Su's things?"

"Yes, who are you?"

A group of boys also gathered to coax, but Xie Zihao sneered and didn't care.

"How? Are you unconvinced? "

Yuan Shuai stared and pointed to several people around Mao Zhuang, "are you, you and you capable? Don't you want to go to school? Find a place to practice with me after school? "

Listening to Yuan Shuai's threatening words, all the boys are a little timid. They all know yuan Shuai's power. They not only have some background at home, but also know a lot of gangsters outside school.

As usual, who dares to oppose yuan Shuai has only two final outcomes. One is that he is afraid to come to school, and the other is that he is beaten up after school and can't come to school for more than ten days.

Others cowered and retreated, but Mao Zhuang came forward with a basketball and stubbornly stuck his neck: "I don't care who you are, but I can't bully the girls in our class."

"No? Shit... "

Xie Zihao was not wordy. He came forward with one foot on Mao Zhuang's stomach. With Mao Zhuang's painful cat waist, he pulled up his hair and hit him hard on the cheek, and then punched and kicked again.

Mao Zhuang struggled and wrestled. Relying on his high stature and good physical quality of playing basketball, he was not defeated.

But he obviously couldn't fight. He was not Xie Zihao's opponent at all. After a fight, his face was covered with blood, and the blood from his nostrils and corners of his mouth was still flowing out slowly.

"Go and help and pull them apart."

Su Su anxiously looked at the boys in the class, but more than a dozen boys on the basketball team just stood in place, looked down at Mao Zhuang and was beaten. Let alone come forward to help, they didn't even have the courage to pull a fight or say a word.

"You usually play together. Why don't you even dare to say anything now?"

Seeing that no one dared to come forward, Su Su was disappointed. He had to stride to Mao Zhuang's side and stop shouting: "don't fight. It's just a bottle of water. You've already drunk it. Why do you still hit people?"

"It's OK not to hit people. If you're my horse, I'll let him go."

With that, Xie Zihao kicked Mao Zhuang's waist and kicked him far away. He stretched out his hand to hug Su Su Su.

"Don't touch me."

Su Su hurried away and turned pale with anger. Although someone had gone to find the teacher, it was lunch break, and there was not much trouble before. There was no big fight, so the teacher hadn't come yet.