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

So when he said that Wang Qiang was in the toilet, Wang Qiang must be in the toilet, and no one would doubt it.

When Little Glasses was about to go to the toilet to observe Wang Qiang's embarrassment, I stopped him, otherwise he would find that Wang Qiang was no longer in the toilet.

——He went to the duty room to report that a certain dormitory had smoked.

This is the first time in my life to arrange a "game".

Although the overall look is very rough, not as tight as Zhao Wusheng, but it is my virgin game after all. [

I lie on the bed, savoring the joy of this victory.If some tough measures are taken to take Chen Zhipeng's knife, it may cause him to rebound even more and bring unpredictable consequences.

So in the situation just now, being able to come up with such a strategy and quickly implement it in a very short period of time is generally quite satisfactory.

The most important thing is that although Chen Zhipeng had a little bit of suspicion, he still didn't think of us in the end.

I have to say, it was also because Zhao Wusheng's scheme in the afternoon shocked me so much that I couldn't help but want to imitate it.

"The original design is just like this." I thought about this sentence over and over in my mind, but when I thought about Zhao Wusheng's plan that had been implemented for more than a month, I still couldn't help but get some goosebumps.

Compared with him, my trivial strategy is like playing big swords in front of Guan Gong.

I suddenly thought sadly, Wu, there is no way to practice to perfection; Zhi, there is no way to reach the pinnacle.

I am such a good-for-nothing young man with no martial arts, no intelligence, but fortunately I didn't join the underworld, otherwise I would have been crushed to death like an ant!

"Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming!" Wang Qiang who was sleeping head to head with me suddenly called me softly.

"Why?" I tilted my head, and everyone was already asleep by this time.

"Look over there." Wang Qiang pointed to the other side of the dormitory.

I followed his finger to look over.

i...fuck...

Chen Zhipeng, that bastard, was half sitting on the bed, holding a machete in his hand!

This bastard actually has two of them in his bag, so fucking hard to guard against!

"What should I do?" Wang Qiang asked me softly.

"I don't know." I sweated a little, looking at Chen Zhipeng a little faint.