Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Brother Long glanced at the bunk next to me, it was Huang Fei's bed.

"Isn't that arm strength tool more accessible than this rice bowl?" Brother Long had a half-smile expression on his face.

It was only then that I remembered that there was indeed a [-]-kilogram arm strength machine on Huang Fei's bed. Although this kid is thin, he usually pays attention to physical exercise.

He just bought this arm strength machine last week. He just forgot it in a hurry and just copied Gao Xiaoshan's rice bowl. Now he still has to rely on Brother Long's guidance...

Wait, why did he kindly tell me that there is an arm strength machine on the bed next to me? [

I glanced at the bed next to me out of the corner of my eye. The black arm rest was quietly placed beside Huang Fei's embroidered pillow. The attack power of this thing is very powerful. ...

I believe that even a strong brother like Long can't bear it!

"You can use that armrest as a weapon, I promise I won't take advantage of it." Brother Long still smiled.

This tone of voice is so familiar!

I remembered that night, when Xiaohai asked my family for 1 yuan, he also said in this tone: "Why, there is still a knife in your pocket? Take it out and let me see."

At that time, his confident tone broke my spirit at once, and I didn't dare to take out the knife!

Xiao Hai knows that even if I hold a knife, I am no match for him at all.

So Brother Long is saying this now because he knows that even if I pick up that arm strength device, I will definitely not be his opponent?

A large bead of sweat seeped from my forehead.

I still decided to pick up the arm strength machine, at least it has a better chance of winning than holding the rice bowl.

Thinking of this, I put the rice bowl aside, and stretched out one hand to Huang Fei's bed.

At this moment, Brother Long suddenly rushed over, grabbed my hand that was on Huang Fei's bed, twisted it back, and my arm made a crisp sound of "cracking".

"Ah..." I screamed, and a few tears came out of the corners of my eyes.

Brother Long didn't let go, but continued to lock my arms, and pressed my neck with the other hand, pressing my whole body on the table, with my head facing the stainless steel rice bowl I put aside just now, What a great irony!