When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 26 - 0: Not Suitable for That Kind of Place

The girl’s clear eyes suddenly crashed into his, bright and innocent, like a spring breaking free from the dirty mortal world.

At that moment, Lu Chen felt a strange sensation, as if a feather had lightly brushed past him, fleeting yet lingering and tantalizing.

The wind swirled between them, and the air seemed quieter than before.

He focused, slightly shifting his gaze from the girl’s face, "I saw you were distracted just now, do you want to continue?"

Continue the discussion about the competition question.

Jiang Shuyao, realizing belatedly, found her reaction to hearing about Pei Yan to be surprisingly strong.

That jerk was causing trouble again, and even fighting with someone. Should she check it out? What if something happened?

Previously at Qi Middle School, out of sight was out of mind, but now it was happening right before her eyes; she feared she couldn’t just ignore it.

Decisive as always, Jiang Shuyao quickly made up her mind and said to Lu Chen, "It’s getting late, let’s call it a day."

"Okay, how will you get back?"

"I’ll take the bus."

"Which one?"

"The 505."

Lu Chen, continuing to walk, glanced at her and smiled, "I’m going to my grandfather’s house, which is also on the 505."

Then, Jiang Shuyao suddenly remembered something, "Oh, I almost forgot, I need to stop by the bookstore first."

"Ah, I was planning to go to the bookstore too."

"..."

She wasn’t foolish, and clearly heard that he was doing it on purpose.

In fact, Lu Chen was not joking, and directly pierced through her thoughts, "A girl like you shouldn’t be going to places like North Alley. Just go home and be careful on the way."

...North Alley, the place where Pei Yan had arranged to fight.

Jiang Shuyao was somewhat embarrassed by how keen Lu Captain was in understanding people.

However, she was still hesitant.

As the class leader of Class Six, Lu Chen naturally couldn’t just stand by; he thought of a compromise, suggesting, "How about this, I’ll go with you."

Hmm?

Lu Chen, dead serious, was determined not to let her go alone, considering her safety, which seemed faultless.

Not wanting to delay further, Jiang Shuyao nodded, "Okay."

North Alley was a chaotic place, located in the middle of several middle schools in the new district, secluded and narrow, where delinquent youths often settled personal scores.

When Jiang Shuyao arrived at North Alley, she didn’t witness the legendary fierce group fight; the whole alley was unusually silent.

From a distance, she could only vaguely make out the formations of the two groups, the vocational school side had about a dozen people, most of whom were bruised.

On the Yunzhong side, due to the position and lighting, all she could see were dark silhouettes.

Standing at the entrance of the alley for a while, just as she hesitated whether to get closer, she heard a curse coming from the crowd ahead.

"Damn it, Pei Yan you coward, dare to do but not admit!"

"No matter how good you are at fighting, you just pick up my sloppy seconds, spit!"

Liang Zixiao propped himself against the wall, clutching his stomach and bending over in pain, his face a mix of blue and purple, with blood still at the corner of his mouth, his wolfish eyes fiercely glaring at the man ten steps away, wishing he could devour him alive.

"Such a tough guy, even now,"

Chen Jin passed by with disdain in his eyes, casually saying to the person next to him, "Brother Yan, let’s not waste time on this bastard. If he dares to squawk again, send him straight to the ICU."

Among the group of privileged brats, only Chen Jin wasn’t afraid of stirring trouble. He Qingzhou couldn’t help coughing, signaling someone to restrain themselves.

Actually sending someone into the ICU would involve the police, and for a woman they hadn’t even seen, it wasn’t worth it.

In the corner, Pei Yan was chewing gum, leaning lazily against the wall, casting a glance over the pig-headed face opposite him, then his cold eyes shifted, the blade-like gaze slowly sweeping over the vocational school group.

"I’m in a hurry. The rest of you, come at me all at once."