I Really Don't Want to be Reborn - Chapter 128

[128. Chapter 128 Chen Hansheng is not worthy of a female Bodhisattva]

Zhang Weilei is actually a little younger than Chen Hansheng.

What made him unbearable the most was that Zhang Weiyu didn’t want to help revenge, and even got to know Chen Hansheng once and for all, so the beating was for nothing.

Zhang Weiyu came to join Chen Hansheng. In fact, Zhang Weilei was unwilling and helpless. Now that Chen Hansheng asked him to shave off his proud thick hair, Zhang Weilei just quit.

But when he turned his head, Zhang Weilei found that his brother hadn’t followed.

“Zhang Weiyu, you idiot, be careful of being sold by Chen Hansheng!”

Zhang Weilei didn’t stop, planning to walk out of the financial institution along the same path, but was stopped by security guards holding rubber sticks at the door.

“You can go out, first take out the money you stole from others.”

“What stealing money, you are fucking crazy.”

Zhang Weilei was in a bad mood at first, and he was even more upset when he was stopped for no reason.

The security guard dared to be so arrogant because he wanted to steal something, and the victims had already called.

“I advise you not to be stubborn. If someone outside the school like you enters the school to steal something, I can directly call the police.” The

security guard said in a deep voice, with a strong sense of warning in his tone.

“I stole your mother.”

Zhang Weilei pushed the security guard impatiently: “Get out of the way, get out of the way.”

“Crack.”

The security guard is just a stick.

The security guards didn’t dare to hit the students of the school, but for this kind of non-college students who came into the school to steal things, and dared to resist when stopped, there was no psychological burden at all to fight.

“Fuck!”

Zhang Weilei cried out in pain, clutching his waist.

Although this kind of rubber stick is made of rubber, the material is very hard, and it is in the shape of a spiral head. It is painful to hit someone.

“Snapped”.

Another stick.

Zhang Weilei was in so much pain that he couldn’t stand up, and knelt down on the ground with a “click”.

“So cowardly, I thought it was awesome.” The

security guard spat in disdain: “Notify Chen Hansheng, and say that the off-campus gangster who stole his money has been caught.”

Chen Hansheng was about to go after receiving the call. Also planning to follow, Chen Hansheng stopped him with a smile: “Don’t go, or you can’t bear to watch it, I promise it’s just a skin trauma.”

Zhang Weiyu also had a big heart, nodded and really didn’t want to go.

There is an equipment storage room behind the guard room of the Finance Institute, where some fire-fighting equipment is stored, and the lights are hardly turned on at ordinary times. The room is gloomy, and Zhang Weilei was locked there moaning.

When he saw Chen Hansheng, he spit and shouted: “Chen Hansheng, you framed me like a dog!”

Chen Hansheng smiled, took out 200 yuan from his pocket and threw it next to Zhang Weilei: “Whoever framed you, this is the one you stole !” My money.”

Zhang Weilei was stunned for a moment, he had never expected such an operation.

“So your brother is very smart. He never conflicts with me, not because I can fight.”

Chen Hansheng took out a pair of scissors from his pocket, and approached with a smile: “Because I am worse than you.”

“You Why, don’t come here, go away…”

Zhang Weilei’s struggle was useless, because he couldn’t exert any strength at all, and could only watch Chen Hansheng cut off his hair with a “click, click” .

As his scalp turned cold, Zhang Weilei finally resigned himself to lying on the cold tiles in the storage room. He suddenly missed Hong Kong City very much.

At that time, although I had no money, I lived a happy life with freedom and freedom.

Now I still have no money, but not only my freedom is gone, but even my hair is gone.

Zhang Weilei first resented Chen Hansheng, and later blamed Zhang Weiyu. If he hadn’t brought him out to work, this wouldn’t have happened. In the

end, Zhang Weilei blamed himself again. Why did he fight in the factory? In fact, the conditions there were really good. .

Thinking about it, Zhang Weilei actually started crying.   Chen Hansheng

was a little puzzled: “Why the hell are you crying? Do you know what it means for me to help you cut your hair?” Cut your

hair.”

“Fuck you, woo woo woo…”

Zhang Weilei thought to himself that I’m already like this, and you’re still bragging.

Chen Hansheng sighed, the young man couldn’t believe it.

After cutting his hair, Chen Hansheng patted his buttocks and went out, and told the security guard: “This kid is my friend’s younger brother. I will lock him up in the storage room for one night to grind his wild nature.” The

security guard agreed with a smile.

After Chen Hansheng went back, Zhang Weiyu asked him how the situation was.

“Your brother is fine.”

Chen Hansheng said with a smile, “It’s just a little too polite. I shaved his head, and he was so moved that he cried.” The   next morning, Chen Hansheng went to the storage room to sneak Zhang Weilei

out

, Zhang Weiyu couldn’t believe it after bringing it back to the entrepreneurial base.

The younger brother who had always been arrogant became really honest. He squatted in the corner silently, basking in the sun with his head shrunk. When a part-time college student accidentally stepped on it while carrying a courier, he even took the initiative to retract his foot.

“Look, it’s not unreasonable to say that a filial son is born under a stick.”

Chen Hansheng proudly showed off to Zhang Weiyu.

Zhang Weiyu was a little bit distressed and also a little bit emotional. I knew why it was so. Back then, Zhang Weilei’s aggrieved life was all eaten by Chen Hansheng.

After a while, Shen Youchu came back from the cafeteria with breakfast.

She prepared Chen Hansheng’s breakfast first, and Chen Hansheng pointed to Zhang Weilei in the corner, motioning to send him a bag.

Sometimes Chen Hansheng had no choice but to be a villain, but Shen Youchu would let Shen Youchu do the role of “good guy”, such as asking Shen Youchu to help Huang Hui wash fruit on the train.

I don’t need these good fortunes, but Chen Hansheng is willing to create them for Shen Youchu.

Shen Youchu walked to the corner with a bag of breakfast, and said softly, “Have some breakfast.”

Zhang Weilei raised his head. Although the girl under the sun was wearing a mask, her eyes were so kind and gentle, her blue hair in the spring breeze Fluttering.

Beautiful, but can’t afford the slightest bad idea.

“Thank you.”

This word was almost forgotten by Zhang Weilei, but at least he could search it out from his mind.

Shen Youchu put the breakfast aside and went back to 101, Zhang Weiyu stood up to thank him.

Chen Hansheng smiled and waved his hands, indicating that it is not worth being so polite.

Another day passed in a blink of an eye, Zhang Weilei finally didn’t have to sleep in the storage room at night, there were ready-made beds in Warehouse 102.

“Brother, are you asleep?”

Zhang Weilei asked suddenly.

“No.”

Zhang Weiyu answered very briefly.

“Today, that girl…”

Before Zhang Weilei finished speaking, his chest suddenly tightened. It turned out that Zhang Weiyu jumped up and grabbed his chest, so he couldn’t breathe.

“What the fuck are you thinking?!”

“Spear” Zhang Weiyu has a grim expression on his face: “That’s Chen Hansheng’s man, you can’t even think about it, isn’t what happened last night enough to teach you a lesson, you will be played to death by him for no reason!”

Zhang Weilei looked at Zhang Weiyu in a daze , suddenly broke free from his shackles: “I didn’t think about it, and I didn’t dare to think about it. I just wanted to say that the girl is like a Bodhisattva. Chen Hansheng is not worthy of her!”

“Can you be worthy?”

“I am not worthy, either. No one is worthy of Bodhisattva.”

After a while of silence in the warehouse.

“Brother, you weren’t so afraid of Chen Hansheng before, were you?”

“He told me something today, and after listening to it, I feel like a fool.”

…

Big brother, let’s order a monthly pass.

(end of this chapter)