C305 Chase down

I never dreamed that Zhang Mingyang was actually glass. I heard Lin Xuechun say that other than School team, no one else in the school knew that Zhang Mingyang was glass. So I really don't want anyone to know that I started school with a glass. I warned Lin Xuechun not to speak carelessly and I even said some harsh words. Lin Xuechun was still as calm as ever and pouted her lips at me.

Then, Liu Yuanyuan and the others all asked what we had just said. I told them to mind their own business and quickly left after eating. I didn't want to stay with Lin Xuechun and the others. After dinner, I returned to school. The feelings in my heart were really indescribable, mixed with many kinds of feelings. Of course, the greatest regret was her regret, regret that she did not see through it.

I didn't go for a smoke in the afternoon as well. My mind was a little muddled, and I was thinking about how to deal with Zhang Mingyang in the future. Now, although I am very angry, but I can't beat someone up for this. But I'm sure we won't be able to hang around together in the future. I'll have to find an excuse, or a reason. In the afternoon, after the second lesson, Zhang Mingyang took a basketball and came to the entrance of my class, telling me to go with him to practice basketball.

This time, I carefully observed the way he looked at me and spoke to me. His tone didn't sound much, but his eyes definitely looked different from the way Liu Yuanyuan and the others looked at me. There was the smell of thick glass. At that time, I came to the door of the classroom and said to Zhang Mingyang: "I'm tired, I don't want to practice anymore." Zhang Mingyang even pulled at me while laughing and said, "I'm tired. Let's go, hurry up, don't waste my time."

I threw off Zhang Mingyang's hand all of a sudden, and then, I also chuckled: "It's just that I'm tired. In the future, I don't want to practice anymore. You can go and play by yourself." Zhang Mingyang said: "What's with the wind? Alright then, I'll go down myself." With that, Zhang Mingyang left my classroom. Not only did I not miss this lesson, I did not miss the next one either.

At that time, a School team boy from Class 8 came to my class to look for me, meaning that the School team coach had asked me to go practice. I was sitting in the classroom, shouting to the boy from Class 8 who had come to deliver the message, "Go back and tell the coach that I'm not playing anymore." The School team boy from Class 8 replied unhappily, "You're still not playing? If it wasn't for the coach asking me to come, I wouldn't even bother looking for you. There's something wrong with my head."

I immediately shouted from the stool, "Who are you scolding? "Are you f * cking looking to die?" After I said that, I was about to rush out to fuck him, but I was stopped by Liu Yuanyuan. Then, quite a few boys in the class came over to advise me against it. There were no teachers in the class, so if it wasn't for my classmate pulling me over, I really might have beaten him up.

Liu Yuanyuan said that my temper was too impulsive, so I yelled at him, "That brat scolded me and I'm even accustomed to him, then in the future, everyone will scold me." Liu Yuanyuan was so scared that he did not dare talk back. After school tonight, I was going to leave on my motorcycle. Zhang Mingyang coincidentally also came out from school today, so he came over to ask me what was wrong. Why didn't I participate in School team's training at all?

I'm from the football School team, he's from the basketball school team. If he didn't pay attention to me, how would I know that I didn't participate in the training? No matter how many times I make a judgment, Zhang Mingyang is just a piece of glass, there's no doubt about it. Zhang Mingyang asked me a question. At that time, I replied very casually: "I don't want to practice anymore." Zhang Mingyang then started to sound like the old mothers, and said some silly things about how I would be expelled if I didn't go there to train.

He didn't need to say anything reasonable? I understood all of this, and finally said: "My business, I will be in charge. It doesn't matter who says what. You don't have to worry about me." After saying that, I rode my bike and left. I didn't tell anyone about how I was chased by the glass at school. I didn't say anything to Murong Qingqing. The next day, I also did not care about Zhang Mingyang and did not participate in School team's training.

On the third day, the homeroom teacher came to find me and asked me why I didn't participate in the School team and also said that it was the coach who asked me. I told the class teacher to tell the coach that I was not going to participate in School team anymore. The head teacher said she didn't care about this. If I didn't participate, then I would speak for myself. That afternoon, I went to look for my football coach, School team, and told him that I would be leaving the School team.

The coach asked me why, and I laughed and said, "Didn't you fire me that day? I was the one who shamelessly asked for someone to return. Now, I feel that there's no meaning in returning, so I want to withdraw. " As a result, the coach said to me, "It's a pity that you left. I think you're in good health and you're quite conscious. That day in the game, even though you didn't touch the ball that many times, every run was still pretty good. "

Damn, the School team's coach is amazing, she knows quite a lot. She even knows that Class 8, Class 7, is purposely not passing my ball. But why? He clearly knew that I was very skilled, yet she still wanted to eliminate me? A bad idea popped up in my mind. Could it be that Zhang Mingyang had intentionally made things difficult for me, and in the end made me feel grateful towards him? The more I thought about it, the more disgusted I felt, so I resolutely withdrew from School team.

After leaving School team, I had disappeared completely from the school, as if I had decided not to come out anymore. It was only then that Zhang Mingyang realized that something was wrong. He came to find me many times, but I didn't really pay attention to him. However, this brat didn't give up. He even said that he wanted to talk to me and that he would treat me to a meal. Of course, I didn't agree. I found another reason to reject him.

After spending a week in hiding, this is the first time I've experienced such a thing and I don't know how to deal with it. Saturday afternoon, I openly rode my motorcycle to Shangguan Wan's school to pick her up from school. When there were less than 10 minutes until Shangguan Wan's school term ended, and I was smoking a cigarette, a lousy Challee sedan drove over.

I was staring at the car when I saw he didn't slow down much and hit me in the direction of my motorcycle. Startled, I quickly ran to the side. Luckily, the Challee was wrong about the car, so it knocked my motorcycle away. After hitting my motorcycle, the car stopped and the doors opened at the same time. Four young men got out, including the driver.

I was about to go over and talk to them, but they were holding machetes in their hands. With a single glance, I knew that this wasn't some kind of coincidence, nor was it something that I didn't like, but was here for revenge. I ran, and the four young men ran after me with their machetes, cursing me.

I was afraid they wouldn't be able to catch up with me, so I turned a few corners and ran down the nearby dirt road. These roads are all rural terrain and there's no way to run a car. I don't know if there's a road ahead so I keep running. Sure enough, when I turned around, there was someone missing. The driver must have gone back to his car.

However, the downside of running this kind of trail is that my speed advantage is not shown. The remaining 3 young people are chasing after me, we only have a distance of 10 meters or so, which is especially close. I was afraid that I would be caught later, so I instantly bent down to pick up a rock and held it in my hand as I continued to run.

I was in a hurry, so I might as well run down the main road. Maybe I'd run into a taxi, or a passerby might shout for help. However, even if he was caught, he wouldn't be hacked to death. Now that I am in a place where there isn't even a shadow left, this is simply suicidal. Even if I were to shout for help, it would be useless if I were to kill myself here.

After many turns, I finally saw that at the end of the path was a house, but it didn't look like anyone was living in it. There was no road ahead, just a small hill. I didn't care about that anymore, I just ran straight up the mountain. Arriving at the edge of the mountain, I saw a path that would allow me to climb the mountain. Actually, it wasn't really a road, but a sign that someone had walked past before.

At that time, there were three young men who continued to chase me. They were still cursing, saying that if they caught up with me, they would chop me to death. The road was hard to run, and my face was scratched by branches and my feet slipped many times. At this time, there was a young man with legs less than two meters away from me. At that time, I didn't know what he was doing.

I looked back and saw the man lunge forward with his machete and slash me in the back. Fortunately, I was experienced and did not stop at the most critical moment. The knife was less than 5 cm away from my back and missed. If it had hit me, I guess I would have been done for.

But luckily, he didn't hit me. He fell to the ground. I didn't think about running any further. The two young men behind me stayed away from me. To me, who used to climb mountains when I was young, I knew that it was best not to go to them. Because many mountain climbing road will have no road at the top of the mountain, have to return the same way.

So when I got close to the top of the hill, I saw a passable path to the side, so I ran on to the side fork. As for those three young men, they were still chasing me. I was convinced as well, as if they wanted to kill me no matter what. I ran for less than two minutes. There was no more road, just trees and grass and some cherry trees.

The cherry trees are those kind of thorns, and they're very short. That's why there's no road. At that time, I was also forced into a corner. I held my head with both of my hands and charged into the mountain cherry tree. My arms and clothes were torn. As long as he didn't get hit in the face, he didn't care about anything else. In some places I had to crouch down and crawl through, and I did the same.

In this terrain, the three young men were still chasing me. Like me, they were also being scratched from head to toe by all kinds of tree branches. Moreover, one of the three of them was about to catch up to me, and was less than two meters away from me. When I looked back at the distance between them, I took a deep breath. I was ready to turn back later and at least put one down before running.