The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 212 Fang Yao
Luan Zhou and the others were willing to endure, but the group in Class 18 didn't want to let them go so easily.

It seems that because of Yan Ruixing's absence, the combat effectiveness of class 19 has been greatly weakened; class 18, which has been the loser in the past, will find its way back this time no matter what.

"Hey? Don't go!" Headed by Yu Zhaokang, several people from class 18 came out one after another and blocked their way.

Luan Zhou, who had been provoked continuously, also turned pale at this time. He couldn't help but walked forward, grabbed Yu Zhaokang by the collar, and said viciously: "I'll open a dyeing workshop for you if you are three-pointed, right? Yu Zhaokang, in the school I can't mess with you, not necessarily outside the school!"

He stretched out his hand and patted Yu Zhaokang's face slowly, warning in a cold voice: "If you don't believe me, just try."

Facing Luan Zhou's threat, Yu Zhaokang smiled uncharacteristically.

"I believe it, of course I believe it. The young master of the Wanhai Group, how majestic. But don't you still follow behind Yan Ruixing as a younger brother? If I were you, I would feel ashamed."

When did Young Master Luan who was raised by his family receive such anger?

So of course-

He exploded!
"I'll go to your uncle!"

The fist swung forward violently, and it was about to land heavily on Yu Zhaokang's face in the next second!

At the critical moment, Ding Shuming hugged his waist fiercely and stepped back, thus avoiding a bloody dispute.

"What are you doing to stop me! Let me beat you to the point where I don't even recognize my mother, what kind of dirty stuff! I really think of myself as an onion!"

But no matter how Luan Zhou struggled, Ding Shuming didn't let go. He didn't want this guy to send him in on the first day Brother Xing was away.

Meng Yu, who was blocked from the back of the crowd, bit her lower lip tightly, and was about to speak out to persuade her, when someone from Class 19 came out again.

——It’s Fang Yao.

Fang Yao, who has a mysterious background and has a very low sense of presence in the class.

"Yu Zhaokang, right." He calmly took off his glasses, wiped them casually, and put them in his school uniform pocket.

Yu Zhaokang, who was not sure what he wanted to do, had vigilance in his eyes, and his face remained unchanged: "Luan Zhou didn't dare to go up, let you go up? I'm afraid your small physique won't last three rounds?"

The young man is thin, but there is a sharp edge between his brows, the corners of his lips are slightly curved, and the emotion on his face has not changed a bit: "Don't use aggressive methods to provoke me, I won't take this."

He bowed and slowly picked up Luan Zhou's dropped basketball: "It's a man, so solve the problem in a man's way."

"Who wants to compete with you in basketball? Do you want to compete?" Speaking of which, the basketball of class 19 is not very good, but for some reason, Yu Zhaokang just doesn't want to do what he wants.

Hearing this, Fang Yao held the ball in his arms, and took another step forward, with irony in his eyes: "Is that so, it turns out that Class 18 is still only good at talking."

——You don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone, and you can't say no when you curse someone.

"You little weak chicken, who can only talk about it!"

"Isn't it just basketball? Just compare, who is afraid of whom?"

"Isn't Yan Ruixing still the main basketball player in your class? Without him, you're nothing."

"Laughing? If Yan Ruixing loses his family background, who do you think will give way to him on the court?"

"You guys are playing purely for fun. I guess your whole class can't make up a team, right?"

……

The physical education teacher just took someone to move some equipment, and when he came back, he found that the sky had changed.

——What's the matter?Why are you going to fight after not seeing each other for a while?
"Teacher, they said they will trouble you to be a referee later."

"Hey... hey! Come back and tell me what's going on!"

Perhaps because they were afraid of being rejected, the students who came to ask the teacher ran away before the physical education teacher could speak.

(End of this chapter)