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

Chen Zhipeng suddenly sat up halfway, quickly brought the bag to the bed, pulled the cable, and pulled out a machete about one foot long, shiny and without a scabbard!

The timid little glasses exclaimed directly: "Chen Zhipeng, where did you come from!"

Chen Zhipeng chuckled: "I'm going to chop up Brother Long's bastard."

The dormitory fell silent again, looking at each other, looking at each other.

Chen Zhipeng didn't take it seriously, held the handle of the machete, looked at it over and over several times, and nodded from time to time. [

"Cough." I coughed lightly, got out of bed, and pretended to go to the bathroom.Wang Qiang understood, and followed my footsteps and walked out.

The two of us stood in the corridor and glanced at the door of the dormitory.

"Do you think Chen Zhipeng is playing for real?" I asked.

"I can't tell. According to his previous personality, he should not be so courageous." Wang Qiang's figure is slightly fat, and he is pinching his lips with his hands at this moment, as if he had heard that he had a mouth sore inside.

"This kid is really worrying, what do you think?" I really want to take him out now and beat him up.

"He suffered such a big blow..." Wang Qiang said thoughtfully, "I used to cut my wrists for a girl who didn't love him, but now I just watched Lin Ke being beaten by Brother Long. I'm afraid I have to..."

"Alas!" Hearing Wang Qiang's analysis, I felt even more uneasy.

In the afternoon, I was thinking that I could finally stay out of the matter and watch the play in peace, but Chen Zhipeng was going to make another fuss?

I instinctively wanted to smoke again, and kept waving my hands in the air. Wang Qiang immediately understood, and asked for one from other dormitories, and handed it to me.

I lit a cigarette, smoked it, thought for a while and said, "Wang Qiang, let's do this..."

After explaining clearly, Wang Qiang thought for a while and said, "Alright, although Chen Zhipeng suffers a bit, it's better than letting him really chop Brother Long with a machete."

"The problem is that even if he holds a machete, he can't beat Brother Long." I sighed helplessly: "Okay, let's follow the plan."

Wang Qiang nodded and walked towards the toilet.

I turned around and went back to the dormitory, went in and lay down on the bed, and said, "Huang Fei, Wang Qiang pooped in the toilet without paper, go and give him some."

Huang Fei climbed down from the bed and muttered, "The Sheriff is too careless."