Group favorite Fuwa: Little milk bag, she is milky and fierce

Yan Yi still wanted to ask something, when the preparatory bell rang, the students who were still watching this side immediately turned back to the school palace, Xiao Xi walked into one of the school palaces with a smile, sat on the podium, and the students came in one after another When he saw Xiaoxi, his face was full of doubts.

Is this a new student?But other people bring book boys to school, how can this person bring guards?Still sitting on the pulpit of the Master?

Yan Yi made a gesture in the air, and suddenly regretted agreeing to the little master to hide it from Yan Lao, and hoped that there was still time to invite someone.

He has not been with the little national teacher for too long, but he also knows some of the little national teacher's personality.

It's easy to talk about everything, and it's gentle and polite to people, but this is under the premise that it doesn't touch her interests and doesn't step on her bottom line.

Touching the bottom line, he is definitely a ruthless master who does not leave a way for others to survive.

He originally thought that his force could be suppressed, but when he saw the monstrous young man who had just appeared, he had a bad feeling in his heart. This person could not be the little national teacher who came to restrain him, right? !

Based on his understanding of the little national teacher, he will definitely not let go of the master of the academy and those who bullied Zhang Jiamiao. The news from the investigation is that he is angry after reading it. The little national teacher, who must take revenge, is probably not going to let these things go. people.

Master Guoshi, come quickly!In case something happens, I really can't bear it!Yan Yi wailed in his heart.

The fox saw Yan Yi's movements and sent a voice transmission to Xiao Xi: "Yan Yi may have sent a message to Old Man Yan, you should pay attention."

Xiaoxi curled her lips slightly after hearing this, and told Old Man Yan that when Old Man Yan really came, everything should be settled here.

The students arrived one after another, and when the second bell rang, a middle-aged man walked in with a book. He had a small nose and small eyes, looked gentle and fair, and was about 50 or [-] years old.

Xiaoxi clenched her fists tightly, watching the suppressed anger in the man's heart slowly rise.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man asked with a frown.

"My name is Zhang Jiaxi. I think you are Zhang Jiamiao's liberal arts master, Mr. Cui Zong, right?" Xiaoxi was furious, but she still restrained herself from asking.

"Are you Zhang Jiamiao's brother?" Cui Zhong felt disgust in his eyes when he heard that.

"You are indeed born from a mother's womb. Seeing that my master doesn't even know the basic etiquette, your mother is really well-bred!" The gentle middle-aged man was seriously disgusted.

Xiaoxi smiled: "It seems that I have found the right person, you are that swollen Cui bitch!"

Just as Cui Zhong was about to speak, the next second he punched the middle-aged man in the face, knocking him to the ground, and several bloody teeth popped out.

"Little national teacher, he is the master, no!" Yan Yi hurriedly tried to stop it, but the fox raised his hand to block it.

"Master Yan, Xiaoxi is teaching others, so don't participate!"

Yan Yi cursed secretly, when he saw the boy coming out, he guessed something bad was going to happen, and it turned out to be really bad!

But he didn't notice his existence all the way, until he appeared.

"Little national teacher, you are now a student, even if this master is not the master of the Taixue Institute, it is unreasonable for you to teach the master a lesson!"

"Is it unreasonable? Is it reasonable to teach him such a black-hearted and rotten bastard?" Xiaoxi's voice gradually turned cold, thinking of the sufferings suffered by the sixth brother in the academy, the nails seemed to be pierced into the flesh, and the hatred in the eyes became more and more obvious.

Zhang Jiamiao was able to be pushed into the latrine in the college, covered in feces and urine, laughed at, spit on and splashed with slops, thanks to his mentor!