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Chapter 84
Xiong Yi Xiong Er naturally also noticed Fei Ran picking up trash.
Xiong Yi wondered: "Why is the boss still picking up trash?" Didn't he already pick up a lot in the morning?
Xiong Er was also puzzled: "Those people who snatched the boss's garbage in the morning..."
Before Xiong Er finished speaking, he was suddenly picked up by Fei Li.
Fei Li's eyebrows were cold and stern: "What was robbed?"
Xiong Er trembled a little with fright: "Trash...garbage..."
But before Xiong Er could say a complete sentence, Xiong San's shout resounded throughout the dump: "Boss! Help! Xiong Er is going to be beaten!"
Swish, the scene was silent for a moment.
Distant, Fei Ran's eyes met with Fei Li and the others, and they looked at each other across the garbage mountain.
Fei Li put down the hand that was holding the person, and walked quickly towards Fei Ran.
Fei Li walked up to Fei Ran, stretched out his hand and snatched the pliers from his hand, and said in a stern tone, "Who has your trash been robbed?"
Fei Ran: ...
When was his trash robbed?
Xiong Yi and the others followed, just in time to hear this sentence.
Xiong San hurriedly said: "Uncle robbed their trash..."
Fei Li paused while holding the iron tongs, "Change to someone who can explain clearly."
Xiong Yi quickly stood up and told the story with trepidation.
Fei Li's brows became tighter and tighter.
Picking up trash, grabbing trash...whatever it is.
In the end, Fei Li looked at Fei Ran distractedly, "Who allowed you to pick up the trash?"
People who once valued face more than life, what are they doing now.
"Poverty." Fei Ran replied without hesitation.
Fei Li thinks about the tuition fee, his finger shrinks
Xiong nodded: "I understand."
Xiong Er nodded: "I understand."
Xiong San: "We picked it up too."
But it wasn't because they were poor that they picked up rubbish at that time, but because they didn't have any pocket money, and the money they collected from selling rubbish could buy delicious food.
Fei Li's face turned cold, and he turned to look at the three who were helping Fei Ran, "Are you still fighting?"
What is the relationship between these people and Fei Ran, and what do they know.
Xiong Yi and the others were stunned.
Hit... what?
"Are you going to fight?" Fei Ran took back the pliers in Fei Li's hand, and then picked up the remaining plastic bottle: "You guys fight, whoever wins I'll treat him to a drink of soda."
Fei Li tightened his fingers.
Is he like these people...
Fei Li turned to look at Xiong Yi and the others, "Together?"
Xiong Yi and the others were confused and stuttered when they spoke under Fei Li's cold face: "We don't, we don't fight, we don't fight."
Fei Li became impatient, "What do you guys do with me if you don't fight?"
Not just to block him.
Only now did Xiong Yi remember the business: "Here's the money."
As he spoke, Xiong took out some money from his pocket and handed it over: "Have you seen enough?"
Xiong Er and Xiong San also looked at him eagerly.
In the original world, there was no chance to take out this money.
Fei Li left after knocking down a few people.
After the few people got up, they never said anything about giving Fei Li money. In the end, they all transferred schools together. The rumored campus bullying in Beiji Middle School also came from this. The incident broke out after the Fei Li homosexual incident. In the end, the rumors spread to the point of being very outrageous.
However, at this moment, Xiong Yi took a look at Fei Li's expression, and tentatively said, "Not enough money? If not, we can bring it to you tomorrow." They didn't have much of anything except money.
Fei Li stared at the bright red banknote in his palm, and was stunned.
After reacting, he frowned and said, "What do you give me money for?"
When he is a beggar?
"Apologize." Xiong Yi and the three said in unison.
Fei Li's throat choked.
Are these three people stupid?
Apologize for money?
He rubbed the center of his eyebrows, "No need, let's go."
After finishing speaking, Fei Li ignored the three of them, and his eyes fell back on Fei Ran.
Fei Li reached out to grab the pliers from Fei Ran's hand again, and reprimanded: "Don't pick it up."
Fei Li turned around and opened his schoolbag, reaching out to touch the tuition fees he had prepared.
Fei Li doesn't want to owe Fei Ran anything.
However, before he found the money, the three scumbags who hadn't left at all appeared again.
They walked up to Fei Ran and stood there, looking at Fei Li warily.
Is this person trying to steal the boss's trash?
Xiong Yi: "Boss, is Fei Li also trying to steal your trash?"
Xiong Er: "Boss, we will help you beat him, he won't even think about it."
Fei Li's back teeth tightened.
Why is he grabbing trash.
In the garbage dump, only Xiong San looked around, and finally asked: "Boss, who is Fei Li?"
Xiong San felt that with Feiran's skills, it would never be Fei Li's turn to snatch the pliers, that could only mean that Fei Ran was giving way to Fei Li.
Fei Ran rubbed his chin with one hand and looked at Fei Li, as if he was seriously thinking about the relationship between him and Fei Li.
Seeing Fei Ran's movements, Fei Li's face darkened.
After a long time, Fei Ran seemed a little uncertain and said: "I am his father?"
If he said that, the brat should be very upset.
After all, even when the original owner died, Fei Li never called Dad again.
Sure enough, as soon as Fei Ran's words fell to the ground, Fei Li yelled: "Shut up, I don't have a dad like you." They are just people bound by blood ties.
The three scumbags stared at Fei Li disapprovingly.
They didn't expect Fei Li to be such a Fei Li.
Xiong Yi: "You can't dislike Dad just because he picks up trash."
Xiong Er: "You can also earn money by picking up garbage." You can buy a lot of delicious food.
Xiong San: "Can you give it to me if you don't want it?" It just happens to teach him how to fight.
Xiong Yi and Xiong Er turned their heads to look at Xiong San.
But this time, before the two could move, Xiong San was startled by Fei Li's cold and dark face.
Xiong San shrank his neck.
The scene was silent for a second.
Fei Li quickly snatched the burlap bag from Fei Ran's hand, crushed the plastic bottle with a sullen face, and put it in with the pliers in his hand.
Xiong Yi, Xiong Er and Xiong San saw Fei Ran's movements, looked at each other, and did not leave.
They voluntarily stayed to help.
At the garbage dump, those who step on bottles step on bottles, origami boxes by origami boxes, and those who pack bags, the division of labor is orderly and orderly.
It wasn't until the bag couldn't hold it anymore that they straightened their waists.
Finally, they dragged a garbage bag in each hand, and they all left the garbage dump.
In the setting sun, their long shadows dragged on the ground.
On the bench at the door of the commissary.
One bear, one bear, two bears sat in three rows, each with a bottle of soda.
Fei Li stood next to them against the wall, unscrewed the soda cap in his hand, unscrewed it, unscrewed it, and tightened it again, not thinking about it at all.
He intentionally or unintentionally looked at where Fei Ran was going.
Fei Ran went to sell scraps.
A word that Fei Li never felt related to Fei Ran.
On the bench, the three students were happily drinking their sodas.
Soda is really good.
Xiong Yi looked at the soda in Xiong Er and Xiong San's hands, and licked his lips: "Give me a sip of yours."
Xiong Er: "Mine is also orange-flavored."
Xiong San shook his head while holding the same orange-flavored soda, and said, "Fei Li's is apple-flavored."
Then, the three sitting people all looked at Fei Li—the soda in his hand.
Fei Li, who heard the conversation of several people, paused his hand for unscrewing the bottle cap, and he lowered his eyes to meet the gazes of the three people looking over.
The three pairs of fluttering eyes blinked.
Fei Li paused for a moment, then he unscrewed the soda in his hand violently and took a big gulp.
The heads of the three of them were retracted in an instant.
Orange-flavored soda is delicious.
Outside the canteen in the setting sun, three people sat and one stood, the sun fell on their faces and cast a warm yellow light.
Fei Ran came back and saw this scene from a distance.
The incident of the three original world scholars was a gun pointed at Fei Li, and Fei Li's death was one of the bullets.
Now……
Fei Ran looked at the few people who were drinking soda in the canteen, and walked over with the vegetables they bought.
Seeing Fei Ran come back, Xiong Yi and the others got off their chairs happily: "Boss, you are back."
The few of them were alone with Fei Li, scared.
Xiong Er saw the food bought in Fei Ran's hand: "I'm hungry too, Boss, what are we having for our first dinner today?"
Fei Li squeezed the plastic bottle in his hand, looked coldly at the few people surrounding Fei Ran, and raised his head to take another sip of soda.
Fei Ran is so rare.
Three idiots.
Fei Ran who was surrounded touched his stomach: "I'm hungry too."
With that said, Fei Ran turned to look at Fei Li: "Boss, what shall we eat?"
"Cough—" Caught off guard, Fei Li's soda almost choked into the pipe.
Fei Li wiped his mouth, and said to Fei Ran angrily: "What do you eat has nothing to do with me, and..." Fei Li paused, then glanced at Xiong Yi and the others: "I'm not your boss. "
Fei Ran shrugged: "I don't know how to cook. You said that you are not mine, and I am not your father. Based on the friendship we live together, I will call you the boss. Can you take care of the younger brother's meal?"
Fei Li's face froze.
Xiong Yi and the others looked at Fei Ran, then at Fei Li, and finally—
The three of them shouted at Fei Li together: "Boss!"
Fei Ran is their boss, Fei Li is Feiran's boss, that is their boss's boss, calling Fei Li the boss is not an exaggeration.
Fei Li is going to be bored to death today, he doesn't understand why he is cooking noodles.
Outside the bridge hole, Fei Li was standing in front of the stove wearing an apron, pouring noodles into the boiling water with a cold face.
In the bridge hole, Fei Ran was eating sunflower seeds with the three students.
The sound of slapping melon seeds, accompanied by the chatter of several people, sounded intermittently.
"Brother, you really don't need to donate money?" Xiong Yi looked at the bridge hole and looked around again.
"Brother, don't worry, we have money." Xiong Er chewed the melon seeds, and picked out the three hundred yuan that he hadn't handed over just now with one hand.
Xiong San picked up a melon seed, and nodded in agreement: "Our father has a mine, so he is not short of money."
Fei Ran opened his mouth and knocked open a melon seed, "Your father is so kind."
It's not like he was born poor.
Fortunately, he still has cubs.
Then, Fei Li who was cooking noodles heard Fei Ran say: "My boss is very powerful, he will support me, don't worry."
Fei Lisheng's hands stopped.
No, he won't.
He turned his head to look at the group of people who were still planning to kowtow, and said coldly, "Get the bowl and eat."
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(The world has been rebuilt for four~)