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

In the chapter (2), there are some errors in the names of people.This is an old problem. When two people talk to a third person, I often get confused.This has now been corrected.But the version reproduced outside may not be able to be corrected.Let's talk about it here in unison, and it's good for everyone to understand the meaning.Thank you book friend "Gao Xiaoshan" here.If you find any mistakes or omissions, please point them out in the comments, thank you.

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Huang Fei found some crumpled Xinxiang Daily from under the bed and went out.

I lay on the bed and continued to chat with Chen Zhipeng, asking about the origin of his knife.In fact, at the beginning of the twentieth century, the country was not strict with this kind of controlled knives, and it was still easy to buy.

The purpose of my doing this is to let Chen Zhipeng play with the machete as much as possible, so that the building management who came to check the dormitory later will catch him. [

After a while, Huang Fei walked in with a smile, "Haha, the head of the house is constipated, and his whole face is purple!"

"Hahaha..." Everyone in the dormitory burst into laughter.

"Isn't it? I'll go and have a look!" Little Glasses lifted the quilt and rushed out of bed.

"Hey, hey..." I hurriedly stopped him: "Don't go, just save face for She."

"Oh." The little glasses retreated in disappointment, and lay down on the bed again.

The dormitory was filled with a bunch of timid children, who had been frightened by Chen Zhipeng's dangling machete just now, and now the atmosphere was finally a little more active, chattering non-stop, all around the matter of Wang Qiang's constipation.

Chen Zhipeng was still stroking his machete, as if he was stroking his new-month-old child.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a pious middle-aged man stood at the door, holding a flashlight around: "Does anyone smoke?!"

"No, no one smokes." Huang Fei also acted like Chen Zhipeng was constipated in the dormitory, wearing only shorts, completely exposed to the building management.

"Someone reported smoking in your dormitory!" Lou Guan was fierce, and after quickly scanning the flashlight around, it stopped on Chen Zhipeng's body!

Because he still holds the machete in his hand!

"What is that, hand it over!" Lou Guan roared, walking towards Chen Zhipeng.

Chen Zhipeng reluctantly handed over the machete to the building manager.

The building manager of the boys' dormitory is also a famous murderer. I don't know how many big and small ruffians he has beaten. The average students will be frightened when they see him.

"What's your name!" Lou Guan said every word with air.

"Chen Zhipeng."

"What are you doing with this thing at such a young age! Go to your head teacher's office tomorrow and explain it yourself!"