Chen Yi coldly looked at the back of them leaving.

This Zhang Wanlin, a pauper, how can he compare with him?

Now Xia Zhitao maintained that he was just blinded by him, and when she saw how good he was, she would change her mind.

Anyway, now he has become a student of Xia Guoan, and he has many opportunities to meet and come to Japan for a long time.

Xia Zhitao and Zhang Wanlin sat in the back seat of the car, looking very angry.

"Sister, why don't you let me say!"

"That Chen Yi is really arrogant! Who does he think he is?"

"Obviously Zhang Wanlin is absolutely better than him!"

Xia Zhiyu said, "This has nothing to do with good or bad things. Haven't you seen his father still there?

He has to save face. "

"Moreover, whether a person is good or not does not depend on others, but on one's own strength."

The corner of her mouth tickled: "However, I can agree that your friend is really good and genuine."

This seemed to be complimenting herself, Xia Zhitao said, "Of course, right, Zhang Wanlin?"

Zhang Wanlin was wearing headphones and looking out the window, obviously not at ease about what happened just now.

Always a lazy, melancholy appearance.

It would be great if Zhang Wanlin could smile more.

Xia Zhitao thought.

The scenery this evening was pretty good, with the moon and stars, looking at each other in the distance, could not help but evoke a beautiful vision of the future world.

Xia Zhiyu deliberately went for a drive around the new town before going to the old town.

The first time I saw the old city, Xia Zhitao was a little weird.

Just a few kilometers, why is the difference so big?

There are few tall buildings here, most of them belong to the bungalow category, and they are especially dilapidated.

Rubbish can be seen everywhere, depression is full of everywhere.

Even the road here is completely different.

What Xia Zhitao saw the most was a beggar wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat in the cold night.

This brand-new Porsche is driving in it, and it has a completely different style.

Zhang Wanlin lives here, has been living here...Xia Zhitao feels a little distressed inexplicably.

"where do you live?"

Xia Zhiyu asked.

"About to arrive.

I'd better get out of the car and go. "

Zhang Wanlin said.

"Whatever works, it will definitely be delivered to the door of the house."

"Then go forward and turn left again."

The car was parked downstairs in a small building, and a bunch of yellow hairs looked at this fashionable car.

"Yo, Porsche, this car is the best match."

"It should be at least around 2 million."

"Look, the beauty sitting in the car is so beautiful, will she be a star?"

Xia Zhitao also followed Zhang Wanlin and left: "I will also go to your house and sit down.

It's still early anyway. "

Zhang Wanlin held her and told her to sit still: "Don't go down, it's dangerous here."

With that said, he got out of the car and waved to them to let them leave soon.

The crime rate here is very high, and there are three people wandering everywhere.

If a woman like Xia Zhiyu stays here for a second, it will be a bit more dangerous.

Xia Zhiyu immediately started the car.

Xia Zhitao looked at the back and then at the dilapidated small building, which was completely incomparable with their home.

She had never thought that there would be such a broken place before, nor had she thought that Zhang Wanlin had always lived here.

"The environment here is terrible."

She said.

"I always thought that your friend's family background should be very prominent, at least from the scholarly family, how else would you write such a song?"

Xia Zhiyu said, "But I didn't expect to live here."

She had long heard that the crime rate here remains high.

"Sister, can we help him, I'm really worried about him, living in this kind of place."

"Of course, I have the same idea as you, and I can't bury his talent."

A group of yellow hairs surrounded Zhang Wanlin with a defiant face.

"Hey, Xiao Bailian, who are those two beauties just now, can you introduce them?"

"If I introduce it to my brothers, you will definitely benefit from it."

"How about, think about it?"

Zhang Wanlin only said lightly: "Get out of the way."

About to leave.

"Oh! Look down on us, right?"

A yellow hair immediately pressed him to the wall.

Almost for an instant, with a bang, the yellow hair's head was tilted, and his yellow hair was trembling, and Zhang Wanlin hit the ground with a punch.

"Do you dare to do it!"

"Go, brothers!"

"Fuck him!"

These people attacked with hands and feet. Some picked up stones and bricks at will, and others drew sticks and machetes from their waists.

Fighting here is no more commonplace, and it may even take a long time to find out after a person has died.

It is like a place where God has abandoned it, allowing all kinds of sins to breed.

The residents upstairs were all startled by the sound of fighting and opened the window to look down.

"Oh, Zhang Wanlin again.

Fight with others if you don't agree. "

"He seems to be from Qinhai High School. In other words, how could this guy be admitted to such a good school."

"It's okay to beat one person so much."

They watched as if they were watching a good show, some spit at it and some cheered.

Zhang Wanlin didn't know how many fists and clubs he had suffered, but his heart was still as calm as usual.

He snatched a brick from one person, patted one person, and another person.

The last person smashed the bricks directly.

A bunch of yellow hairs lay on the ground, bleeding continuously, and some bodies were still convulsing.

Zhang Wanlin wiped the blood from his head, picked up the schoolbag, and then picked up the earphones that had fallen on the ground during the fight.

The headset was folded in half and was no longer usable.

He went upstairs as if nothing had happened.

The residents applauded him.

"Brother, it's okay. You can do so many people by one person without humming."

"He's a ruthless man."

"Sister, I like it. Are you free? Come to my room at any time."

Until he entered the house, someone asked: "It seems that he is only 16 years old, right?"

If it weren't for the physique value that he usually got, Zhang Wanlin would have been beaten badly.

He took off his **** clothes, revealing the strong and well-proportioned muscles and streamlined lines of his upper body.

There are knife marks on the fair skin, bruises and other wounds.

I've long been used to seeing it.

These wounds will heal, and there will be no scars.

This is probably also a benefit of the current physique.

Back at the villa, Xia Zhiyu and Xia Zhitao couldn't wait to drag Xia Guoan to the recording studio.

Xia Zhiyu gave the music score to Xia Guoan: "Dad, look at it."

Xia Guoan looked in detail, the more he watched, the more he became fascinated, and finally he couldn't help being deeply attracted.

"Is this the tune you wrote?"

Xia Zhiyu shook his head, "I don't know how to play bass or drums. These are all written by the man named Zhang Wanlin."

"And I tell you, he wrote in front of us, and he wrote very quickly."

Xia Zhitao asked: "How is it?

Isn't it great? "

Xia Guoan sighed, "It's more than good, it's very good.

This young man is really talented, and he has such an achievement at a young age. "