High school fights were common, but it was rare to see a scuffle break out right in front of someone's shop.
Jiang Nanshu peered through the gaps in the crowd and saw Ji Ze's face covered in dust. He seemed to have grown a bit taller since she last saw him and, compared to his former frailness, he appeared to have put on some weight.
Still, he was just as bad at fighting, pinned under someone else and managing only to shield his head with his hands, trying to avoid taking a worse beating.
Jiang Nanshu finished her last sip and stood up.
Fang Minghe didn't move but simply asked, "An acquaintance?"
"Uh huh," Jiang Nanshu responded, "A foster brother from my rural days."
She clicked her tongue in sympathy, "Caught him in a fight twice now. He gets beaten yet still picks fights, truly asking for trouble."
She turned her head toward Fang Minghe, "I've paid for the milk tea. You can leave. Message me when it's time to shoot, I've got something to handle."
