MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning-Chapter 4 00 How Qingshui Street Fighter Was Made

  Chapter 4 004 How Qingshui Street Fighter was Forged

-What? She used to be in the international class? ? (confused face)

  —How did she get in?

  —Everyone listen to me, the second class is the worst, forced to drag an aircraft carrier

  —Second Class Committee: I’m so annoyed that our liberal arts class’s grades are dragged down by her, this time it’s even better, she got zero points in the test, she cheated by herself, and our whole class will be ridiculed

  —Bai Shaoqi replied to the school committee of the second class: my sister has gone to Xiangcheng

   This is a screenshot of everything.

  The original owner didn't add Bai Shaoqi's WeChat account, nor did Song Ming.

  The dog friend then sent a message to Bai Po: [I was so mad, she deliberately replied to the class two school committee's message, and everyone went crazy, what's going on? Are you really in Xiangcheng? 】

  Bai Po: [As you can see, he is in Xiangcheng]

  Dog friend: 【You're an idiot, why don't you go to that corner? 】

  Dog friend: [? ? ? 】

  Bai Po: [[Smiling]]

  Dog friend: 【You smile at me? 】

  Miss Bai doesn't understand modern people's smiles very well.

  She put a question mark and returned to Qiandu to search for topics she was interested in.

  Ji Heng does not live in the community, but lives in Qingshui Street.

  In the undeveloped slum kiln in Xiangcheng, there is a large area of ​​bungalows, dark and damp, outside is a block, no matter the area, there are bars and black markets at the end of the street, it is very chaotic.

  The river facing Qingshui Street is the border line between the two countries.

   This area is particularly chaotic, and the police dare not take care of most of the cases.

  Today, I could see a few police officers hanging around, and the small lump around the waist was a gun.

   Ji Shaojun took a look and was surprised: "Is there someone patrolling today?"

   "Only during this period of time." Ji Heng took a pipe and walked towards an alley.

  Ji Shaojun nodded, it would be better to have a policeman, at least to ensure the safety here.

   After all, Bai Po's face is quite dangerous in this area.

  The alleys here are narrow and dark, with cobblestone roads, and there are piles of garbage that have not been cleaned up at the corners. When you step on the stone slabs under your feet, black water will occasionally squeeze out. It is a different world from the bright Beicheng.

  Bai Po was very quiet along the way, and did not comment on the conditions here.

   After going around several alleys, I finally arrived at Ji Heng's residence, surrounded by low bungalows. Ji Heng took out the key and opened the door of a small courtyard.

  The yard is not big, with a sycamore tree planted in the middle, and a stone table and a well under the tree.

  Ji Heng took out the cigarette stick and pointed to the room on the right, "That's the room your mother lived in before, you can sleep there, the conditions are like this, if you are not used to it, go back to Bai's house."

   After finishing speaking, Ji Heng turned his head and entered his room.

  Ji Shaojun smiled comfortingly at Bai Po, seeing that she had no objection, he breathed a sigh of relief and took her suitcase in.

  Although the room is a bit old, the items inside are well preserved and cleaned.

  Bai Po opened the suitcase, took out a pile of books inside, and placed them on the desk by the window.

"Ah, you..." Ji Shaojun thought that the box was her clothes or girls' cosmetics, but he didn't expect it to be full of books. He was stunned for a while, and then whispered, "Don't worry about school matters, we I'll figure it out."

  He went out to find Ji Heng.

  Bai Po bent his legs and leaned on the table to flip through the books, and took out the mathematics he was most interested in.

  From mathematics to geopolitics, and then to English, English is completely the language she doesn't want to read. She briefly flipped through it before looking at the last one——

history.

  The original main text, there will be history.

   It took about five minutes before she pulled out one of the history books, and a test paper in it fell to the ground with her. She bent down and picked it up, but her eyes touched an exercise on it—

  【20. Briefly describe Liang Zewen’s tax and service system, and what impact did it have on the Changzhi year of the Yong Dynasty? Why did his death push Emperor Jiang Wu's seizure of the throne to the peak? 】

"Snapped-"

  Bai Po suddenly sandwiched the test paper in the history book.

  She was short of breath, deformed the history book with her fingertips, her round nails were white, and her long eyelashes drooped, covering her trembling pupils.

  **

   "Do you want me to accompany you?" Ji Shaojun saw Bai Po going out from a distance, so he walked out of the door, and then explained, "This place is very winding."

  Shen Qing and the others don’t remember the way.

  Bai Po stretched out his hand to button the hood of the sweater, shaking his head.

   "Success," Ji Shaojun saw that she seemed a little silent, guessing that she might be in a bad mood because of the Bai family, so he slowed down his voice, "Don't go far, call me if you can't find the way, and be careful."

"good."

  Bai Po walked outside along the original road. She has a good memory. Although the road is complicated, she will never forget it once she walks through it.

   She drew many maps when marching in the past.

   "Two yuan." The middle-aged man at the canteen on the street brought her the mineral water, and then wiped off the sweat on his forehead with the towel around his neck, "Little girl, you are not from this area, are you?"

  She looks very good, has a special temperament, and her outstanding posture is obviously different from ordinary people. The boss knows that she is not from here at a glance.

  This Qingshui Street is in the old city, a bluestone road more than three meters wide, with gambling halls and black market bars at the end of the street, a mixed bag of fish and dragons.

   One kilometer further ahead, it is even more complicated, the border between the two countries.

  8 Regardless of the area, it is not uncommon for someone to disappear.

  Bai Po nodded, she scanned the QR code with Huami mobile phone to pay, and her eyes fell on the huge banyan tree branch next to the store.

  The banyan tree is in the front temple, and the low houses next to it are all covered by thick branches under the canopy.

  The three-meter-long street was lazily straddled by a tree branch.

   There are several red silk hanging on it.

"The tree **** is more than 1,300 years old," the shopkeeper continued to move the piles of boxes outside the shop, and when he saw Bai Po looking at the banyan tree, he explained, "It is our guardian god. If you want to see it, you can go two steps ahead. Step, enter the main entrance is our tree temple."

   Long white hair hanging from the side, she leaned against the wall and looked at the tree trunk, with a bit of laziness in her eyes: "It's been more than a thousand years."

  I felt a few lines of sight from the side.

  The owner put down a box of things, turned around, and involuntarily squeezed the towel hanging around his neck.

  A few people appeared on the street. It wasn't too hot, but the leader was wearing a white vest.

  The white vest approached, but he didn't care.

   But looking at Bai Po's exquisite face that makes people want to conquer, he casually took a pack of cigarettes in the boss's shop, asked the boss, took out one and bit it: "Who is she?"

  The boss froze for a moment, then said nervously, "She is my niece."

   "You have a **** niece!" The white vest sneered, kicked him away, and approached Bai Po.

  The boss was kicked aside, "There are patrols these two days, you, you..."

  Several younger brothers gathered around him. They were obviously very familiar with such a scene, and they didn't pay attention to the white scorpion. They stood relaxed and laughed watching the farce.

  Bai Po glanced at the white vest, "Looking for me?"

  White vest was seen by her, her heart skipped a beat, and she strode forward.

  He looked up and down the white scorpion, his eyes were like a sticky poisonous snake, and he lit the cigarette: "Do you know that you have to pay protection fees when you come to Qingshui Street?"

   "Protection fee?" Bai Ke calmly bounced off the leaves that floated to his shoulders.

  She tilted her head and smiled, her eyes seemed to have stars.

  Sweet and obedient.

   It makes people want to conquer.

   "Yes." The white vest couldn't bear it anymore, and he reached out to touch Bai Po's face.

  In just this breath, Bai Ke twisted up the empty bottle and smashed it into the trash can.

   When turning sideways, he stretched out his hand to pinch the arm stretched out by the white vest, and a strong force folded the man's arm, and grabbed his hair with his backhand. The white vest screamed and tried to resist, but was poured into the wall behind him!

   With a bang, his head was smashed hard against the wall!

  Blood oozed from his forehead immediately.

  Bai Bei's heart ached so much that his facial features were distorted. He was horrified to find that he couldn't move, so he could only stare at her with wide eyes, "You..."

  Bai Li grabbed his hair with her hands, she smiled lazily, and smashed his head against the wall with a huge thrust!

"boom-"

   There was another sound, more blood flowed out, the white vest had golden eyes, and he had lost the ability to resist.

  Like a rabbit that can be rounded and flattened by others.

  No one doubted her skill, the white vest was the most capable one in their group, that's why she became the eldest brother, while the three younger brothers shrank aside.

  Bai Po retracted his gaze.

   Attention turned back to the white vest.

  She was actually a little curious about the taste of cigarettes that a lot of people in this world smoke.

  Bai Po took his cigarette case under the terrified eyes of the white vest, and slowly took out a cigarette from it.

  Bright red lips bit the cigarette **** lightly, her eyelashes drooped carelessly, and the little brother next to her immediately leaned forward to light her a fire.

The girl's hair was a little messy, thin smoke was spit out from her mouth, the smoke was loosely held in one hand, the fingers were shiny white, clean and slender, the other hand lazily grabbed the hair of the white vest, blood flowed down His face hit the ground drop by drop, and she flicked the ash lazily: "Then—"

   "Now, do you still need protection fees?"

   Brother: If you beat my elder brother, you can’t beat us=￣ω￣=

   Cold knowledge, now you can vote monthly for free articles =￣ω￣=

   Question: Ms. Bai studies literature or theory?

  (end of this chapter)