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

Tonight, I must use those three seniors as targets and kill chickens to show the monkeys.If I don't show off my power, do I really think I'm a sick cat?

Qian Kuailai raised his head and looked at me, pumping twice from time to time.

"If your parents knew you were beaten outside and didn't dare to fight back, how sad would they be?" I played the warmth card again.

No matter what I have to bring the money tonight, let him return the slap in person.

Qian Come is still looking at me, and I don't see any reaction from the body to prepare for the action. [

I was anxious, and said again: "If you don't go, you won't be the general manager of my small supermarket in the future, and you won't have any salary this month!"

When I said this, I completely grasped Qian Kuailai's seven inches. The kid slid off the bed and almost ran behind me.

I looked at the seven people around me with satisfaction, Zhang Yujie was undoubtedly the number one fighter, and the others were just decorations.

The corridor was full of students who came out to watch the excitement, and some of them were still asking each other what happened.

"Tonight, some bastards in the third year of high school smashed all the things I sold, and beat the people in my dormitory." I cleared my throat, and said to everyone: "In the city, this is the first time someone Peeing on my neck so blatantly!"

The hallway was quiet, everyone was listening to me.

"In City No. [-] Middle School, even Brother Long, who was born in the Chinese zodiac, gave me three points of face. They dared to do this. I am really impatient. If I don't take revenge tonight, it's like this. ..." I looked left and right, and there was nothing that could be broken with one hand.

It was Wang Qiang who was winking. He went into the dormitory and brought out a pack of instant noodles and handed it to me.

I threw the instant noodles on the ground, smashed them with my foot, pointed to the noodles and said, "It's like this!"

There has never been a high school student in the city's No. [-] Middle School asking a senior high school student for affairs, so the roar of mountains and tsunami in the corridor is nothing serious, and it is too late for me to regret it now.

I waved: "Go!"

The seven people behind me followed me through the corridor in a mighty manner. They probably have never enjoyed this kind of treatment. The vanity of the young people made them all raise their heads and straighten their chests. It's a figure-of-eight step.