Chapter 88 Conflict on the Basketball Court

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

The woman in Fengyue's place didn't know what this meant, but she pretended to be innocent, sitting on Xie Zihao's lap, her fingers kept wandering around the base of his thigh.

"ah."

Xie Zihao murmured comfortably, staring at Xiaoqi's plump chest with lecherous eyes, and pressed his mouth next to his ear, "Blow the flute."

"Hey, Brother Zihao, you are really bad."

Xiaoqi pretended to push, but she took the initiative to lean forward.

"Ahem..."

Zhu Shenyou coughed twice, "Brother Zihao, a room is prepared for you upstairs, and the beauties here are as happy as you want."

Zhu Shenbing also laughed and said: "Listen to me, if you don't take care of Brother Zihao tonight, I will ask you tomorrow, do you hear me?"

"Small soldiers, don't worry..."

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

After everyone had dispersed, Zhu Shenbing's face suddenly became icy cold, and he couldn't help cursing: "Fuck, what, it's just the son of a vice president, what can I pretend to be like."

"Shen Bing, you are always so impulsive."

Zhu Shenyou shook his head and waved his hands again, "You can't underestimate this Xie Zihao, if he lets go of his hand casually, and give us more auspicious numbers, it's all money."

"It's okay to make money, but it's annoying to see that kid pretending to be competitive. I'll tell Xiaoqi to get some medicine later. If he doesn't play tonight and won't come to the kang for three days, it's our girl's incompetence."

Zhu Shenbing slapped the table, and left the room with hasty strides. Even if Zhu Shenyou yelled at the back, he couldn't call him back, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

Maybe it was because the girl from the Zhu family was really incompetent, or maybe it was because Xie Zihao's physical fitness was too good. Early the next morning, Shen Dapeng saw Xie Zihao and Yuan Shuai walking into the school together at the school gate.

"Huh? This guy is a student of No. 1 Middle School? Why don't you have any impression?"

Shen Dapeng frowned in surprise, then shook his head, thinking that this guy didn't dare to do anything excessive at school, so he ignored it.

The intense high school life is busier than that of make-up classes. The endless exercises almost make people forget all other things, but there are always exceptions.

Li Zeyu has started to leave early often, but his parents wrote a note, and the teacher had talked with his parents before, so it didn't make things difficult for him, and the school also knew about Li's boiling water station, and they are negotiating cooperation with the school these days. It is planned to promote bottled purified water on campus.

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

Li Zeyu went home to help, but he couldn't get used to it. When he had a big head, he always hated him for being annoying, but now, he felt that something was missing.

"There was a fight, there was a fight, there was a fight on the basketball court downstairs..."

There was a sudden commotion downstairs, and most of the students in the class didn't even have the intention of watching the excitement. After all, they faced various exercises all day until late at night, and they had no extra thoughts but took care of other things.

Shen Dapeng had nothing to do, so he lay down on the window sill and looked at the basketball court downstairs. Sure enough, there was a group of people surrounding the basketball court, and it seemed that there was going to be a gang fight!

However, his gaze was fixed on a petite figure, and he took a closer look. After confirming, he turned and went downstairs without thinking about anything else.

On the basketball court, Xie Zihao led Yuan Shuai, the monk, and a few others to stand opposite to the dozen or so people holding basketballs, all of whom looked at each other coldly.

"Male Gobi, brat, if I drink her water, who cares about you?"

Xie Zihao was shaking his legs foolishly, pointing at a boy with a basketball in his hand and yelling and cursing.

"The drink is for me,

Su Su is on the cheerleading team of our class. Today, during our class basketball game, she brought me water. What are you grabbing? "

The boy puffed out his chest in disbelief. As expected of a basketball player, he was a head taller than Xie Zihao, and looked to be nearly 1.9 meters tall. Among high school students, he definitely stood out from the crowd.

Shen Dapeng still remembered that this boy was named Mao Zhuang, the captain of the school's basketball team, and it was said that later he was admitted to the provincial sports college as a sports student.

"Mao Zhuang is right, why did you snatch Su Su's things?"

"That's right, who are you?"

A group of boys also gathered around to make a fuss, but Xie Zihao sneered and didn't care.

"What? Are you not convinced?"

Yuan Shuai glared, and pointed at the people around Mao Zhuang, "You, you, and you, are you all capable? Don't you want to go to school anymore? Find a place to practice with me after school?"

Hearing Yuan Shuai's threatening words, all the boys cringed a little. They all knew how powerful Yuan Shuai was. Not only did they have some family background, but they even knew a lot of gangsters outside of school.

In the past, whoever dared to oppose Yuan Shuai had two endings. One was that he was too scared to go to school, and the other was that he was beaten up after school and couldn't go to school for more than ten days.

Others flinched and backed away, but Mao Zhuang stepped forward with the basketball in his hands and stiffened his neck: "I don't care who you are, as long as you bully the girls in our class."

"No? Fuck..."

Xie Zihao didn't talk too much, he stepped forward and put his foot on Mao Zhuang's stomach, taking advantage of Mao Zhuang's painful cat waist, he pulled up his hair and punched hard on the cheeks, followed by punches and kicks.

Mao Zhuang struggled and wrestled, relying on his size and physical fitness for playing basketball, he was not defeated.

But he obviously didn't know how to fight, and he was not Xie Zihao's opponent at all. After a fight, his face was covered in blood, and the blood was still flowing out of his nostrils and the corners of his mouth.

"Go and help, pull them away."

Su Su looked anxiously at the boys in the class, but the more than a dozen boys in the basketball team just stood there in a daze, looking down at Mao Zhuang being beaten, let alone stepping forward to help, they didn't even have the courage to fight or say a word No.

"You usually play together, why don't you even dare to speak now?"

Seeing that no one dared to go forward, Su Su was very disappointed, so he had to stride up to Mao Zhuang by himself, and stopped him by shouting: "Stop beating, isn't it just a bottle of water, you've already drank it, why are you beating him? "

"It's okay if you don't hit people. If you treat me like a fool, I will let him go."

Saying that, Xie Zihao also kicked Mao Zhuang's waist, kicking him far away, while he stretched out his hand to hug Su Su.

"Do not touch me."

Su Su hurriedly avoided, her face turned pale with anger, although someone had already gone to find the teacher, but now it was lunch break, and there was not much trouble before the incident, and there was no big fight, so the teacher didn't come yet.