He stepped on Hanyu's chest, preventing him from standing up. Jigang Kappei looked down at him, his narrow eyes filled with teasing. "Brother Shengping." Seeing that the young man was under control, the fat boy Fukushiba Ishimori walked forward happily, wanting to kick him a few more times to vent his anger. Ji Gangshengping stretched out his hand and waved to stop his behavior. His eyes continued to turn to Hanyu Yu, the corners of his mouth curled up, full of malice, "Yu classmate, Ishimori was just joking with you just now, why did you break free, are you rejecting our closeness and not considering us as friends?" He clicked his tongue and continued, "We will be very sad if you don't give us face, Yu-san." With a playful tone, the foot that was originally stepping on the chest gradually moved to the wound on the palm of the hand that was bleeding profusely, "You have made us sad, so we must give you a small punishment to appease it." After saying that, he used his toes to step back and forth hard on the boy's wound. Instantly, unspeakable pain rushed to the palm of his hand, as if thousands of hot sharp blades were burning the wound. Hanyu's facial features suddenly twisted into a ball, and he almost fainted from the pain. His nostrils flared, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the cold sweat on his forehead soaked his bangs.
But even so, the boy still did not beg for mercy. His dark eyes stared at the yellow-haired man with undisguised hatred. Meeting those eyes, Ji Gang Shengping was not at all panicked. Instead, he responded with a bright smile and joked wantonly. He just liked to see the other person hating him to the core but unable to resist and could only endure the pain submissively. "Yu, we really want to be friends with you, why are you so ignorant?" Admiring the boy's helpless expression, Yoshitsugu Kappei felt very happy and felt a morbid satisfaction in his heart. "Damn it, I'm giving you face by playing with you, and you dare to refuse? Don't be so ungrateful." The little fat boy at the side saw his boss put down his hand, and immediately understood what he meant. He hurried over, squatted down, and slapped the boy's face hard. The cursing continued and his fat, ugly face was filled with twisted excitement. Because the fat man kept fanning him mercilessly, the boy's cheeks gradually turned purple, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. However, his dark eyes still showed undisguised hatred, and he did not utter a single sound for mercy. Seeing this, Ji Gangshengping's narrow eyes narrowed into a slit, and a cold light flashed across them. It seems that it is still not enough... "Brother Shengping, how about we use the old method?" At this time, a dark-skinned and wretched man among the people who surrounded Hanyu came over and took out a sharp knife that flashed with a cold light. His name is Chi Jingqi, and he is one of the few people who usually follow Huangmao to bully young boys. His so-called old method was actually to take out a knife, cut a wound on the boy's body, and then sprinkle coarse salt on it. The boy always felt like he was dying from this move. "No, it's so boring to play like this all the time." Ji Gangshengping waved his hand and refused. He glanced at the basketball beside him. He paused and suddenly an idea flashed through his mind. Looking at Hanyu who was being stepped on, the yellow-haired man raised a malicious arc at the corner of his mouth, "If you want to play, you have to play something exciting." "Go." He pointed, "Use the rope we used for tug-of-war to tie Yu to the basketball pole." Hearing the boss's order, several people surrounded the boy and held him down. Yuzuru was weak and thin to begin with, so he was no match for four or five people. He struggled for less than a moment before he was forcibly dragged under the basketball hoop by them.
"Hurry, tie it up quickly." The fat boy Fushigi Ishisen came over with a thick rope, his tone full of uncontrollable excitement. On the other side, Yoshitsugu Kappei picked up the basketball alone and started hitting it rhythmically. If you hit your head with this, there will definitely be bang bang bang sounds, and your head will bleed a lot. He was thinking intoxicatedly, with a strange joy on his face, and the speed at which he clapped the basketball gradually increased. He looked so excited as if he had taken drugs, as if what he was clapping in his hand was not a basketball, but a bloody human head. "Is everything done?" Turning around, Ji Gang Shengping walked towards them with the ball. "Brother Shengping, we've tied him up and tied a knot. I guarantee this kid can't move at all." Chi Jingqi took credit for it. "Very good." He nodded with satisfaction, "Then I will tell you guys how to play this game." As he spoke, he glanced at the boy who had already been tied up, and smiled maliciously, "Yu-san's head will be used as the basketball hoop. Each of us will shoot from the midfield line. If it hits the head, there will be a reward of 1,000 yen." "This sounds interesting." The fat boy Fukushiba Ishimori looked quite excited. "Of course." Ji Gang Shengping added, "Each of us must use our best efforts. If I find anyone who dares to be soft-hearted, the consequences will be..." "Of course not." "Don't worry, Brother Shengping, I won't let you go." "That's right, that's right." Everyone quickly expressed their opinions. "very good!!!" Noticing Hanyu's obvious tremor, Ji Gangshengping smiled even more brightly, "Come on, let's go play this new basketball game together." "Brother Shengping, why don't we just forget it? What if something goes wrong while playing like this?" Arriving at the midfield line, the short Miura Takashi, who had been silent all this time, spoke out with concern. Although they usually bully Hanyu, it is just some minor actions. But today, if the incident is serious, it may really result in death. Huang Mao curled his lips in disdain, "Don't panic, my dad is the dean of Nanchang, I will take responsibility for anything that happens." Miura Takashi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Yoshitsugu Kappei was already impatient, "Alright, stop talking nonsense and just stand aside and watch." Hearing this, the short man had no choice but to shut up and step aside without saying anything. Huang Mao didn't bother to care about this coward. His attention was now focused on the game. "Well, I'll take the first prize." Holding the ball, looking at the boy tied to the railing, his heart began to beat wildly. He swallowed, and his narrow eyes could not suppress the excitement. He used all his strength with both hands, aimed at Hanyu's head, and then, in a state of excitement, smashed it hard. Will it hit, will it hit, will it hit! Staring at the trajectory of the basketball, Ji Gang Shengping kept muttering, imagining the scene after the boy's head was hit
It could make him bleed and stain his entire head red, or it could make him pass out and become a cerebral palsy... The more he tried to exhale, the faster his breathing became, and his whole body even began to tremble, because he was completely excited and out of control. At this moment, not only him, but also his accomplices present held their breath, waiting for the final result. On the other side, watching the basketball getting closer and closer to him, Hanyu smiled sadly, closed his eyes helplessly, and let despair fill his heart. Sister, I'm sorry, my brother might... "boom--" Suddenly, the crisp sound of basketball collision was heard, but the expected pain did not appear. Didn't it hit... Muttering to himself in his heart, Hanyu slowly opened his eyes, but the scene that appeared in his sight stunned him. A tall and thin figure stood in front of him at some point, and in his hand was the basketball that the yellow-haired man had just thrown at him. "Tsk, that's quite powerful." A cold voice was heard, Tada Qingyou rubbed his wrist, and the basketball he had just blocked was thrown aside. Looking at the people standing at the midfield line with a look of surprise on their faces and not turning around, Qingyou smiled faintly, but there was no smile in those dark eyes. "It seems like you guys are having a lot of fun." The coldness of an icy cave filled his handsome face, and his calm gaze made it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. "Then how about taking me with you?"
Chapter 42: Isn't it awesome? The boy's cold voice echoed throughout the basketball court, and Ji Gangshengping and others who were originally stunned came to their senses one after another. "So it's Tada Gakuin." The yellow-haired man who reacted quickly walked over with a smile, "We are playing a bondage game. Whoever breaks free first wins. Does Tadoda Xueshen want to join in?" When he said this, his face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat fast. He didn't show any guilt or panic at all. It looked like the real thing. "Bondress game?" Qingyou had a blank expression. "It even makes blood appear. This game looks really unusual." "Oh my, this was actually our mistake." Ji Gangshengping patted his head, looking very regretful. "Just now, Yu went to get the rope, but he ran too fast and accidentally broke his hand. I'm so sorry. If I had known earlier, I would have let someone else go, so this wouldn't have happened." His expression was guilty, his tone was annoyed, and he sounded innocent, but he was invisibly leading others to believe that this matter was actually Hanyu's fault, and had nothing to do with Yoshitsugu's victory. ——Tsk, this guy is really not an ordinary character. "It seems that I misunderstood you again." "No, no, Tada-sensei, this is just for the sake of our friendship as classmates."
Ji Gangshengping scratched his head and smiled foolishly, nothing unusual He flattered Qingyou secretly and unnoticeably. If an ordinary person was unaware of the situation, he would probably have felt good about Huangmao's action. but... "Since Huangmao is so kind and generous, can you explain it to me again?" Qingyou looked at him calmly, "Why is there such a deep slap mark on the face of the tied-up student?" Hearing this, Ji Gangshengping curled the corners of his mouth. ——Damn it, is this ever going to be enough? Are you so nosy? But when he thought of the other party's identity, he had to suppress his irritation. "You are talking about this, it is also a game. We were playing a slap game just now, rock-paper-scissors. Whoever loses will be slapped." Spreading his hands, he continued, "Who knew that classmate Yu would have bad luck today, so... hehe." As soon as he finished speaking, several people around him responded in agreement. "Yeah yeah." "Luck is something that no one can predict." "After all, if you lose the bet, you can't just refuse to pay it back." Fragmented voices fell into his ears. Although the answers were different, the content they expressed all implied that this matter had nothing to do with them and it was entirely Hanyu's own fault. Qingyou didn't say anything, nor did he make any response. He just looked at him calmly with a pair of obsidian eyes, and his fair and handsome face did not show any emotion. Seeing this, Yoshitsugu Kappei coughed awkwardly a few times. It turned out that Tada Kiyohisa was not easy to fool. It seemed that he had to use that trick again. "Well, Tada, if you don't believe what we say, you can ask Yu over there." As he said that, the yellow-haired man immediately looked at Hanyu who was tied up with thick ropes, "Yu, tell me, is everyone else..." "Yellow Hair Classmate." A cold voice suddenly sounded without any warning. "Yes, yes. What's the matter, Master Tadoda?" The yellow-haired man smiled. Even though he was interrupted, there was no trace of annoyance on his ordinary face. "If I remember correctly, this is the second time I've seen you." The boy's tone was calm, without any ups and downs. He seemed to be stating a fact, but also seemed to be hinting at something. Before Ji Gang Shengping could think about it, he nodded and agreed, "I feel honored to have met Tada Xueshen twice." Qingyou looked at him with a half-smile, her dark eyes seemed to be glowing with a cold light, enough to make people feel creepy. Huangmao still had a smiling look on his face, not a bit panicked, and not even a trace of cold sweat. The atmosphere became strangely silent, but it didn't last long. After a few seconds, Qingyou spoke first. "Tsk, forget it, let's just leave it at that."
He scratched his hair irritably, looking a little annoyed at this moment, "I really am not suitable for playing this mode." "Tada Gakuin?" Ji Gangshengping was confused and didn't quite understand what the other party meant. Qingyou ignored him and picked up the basketball he had just thrown away. Then he walked back to the yellow-haired man and asked, "Yours?" Ji Gangshengping was stunned for a moment before he reacted, "Yes, yes, it's mine." Although it is unclear what the boy wants to do, judging from his attitude, he probably doesn't want to care about this matter anymore.