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

After more than ten minutes of self-study, Lin Yufeng and the others opened the door and came in, walking straight towards me.

I looked up, waiting to see what they were going to do.

Lin Yufeng, who was at the head, laughed and said, "Zhou Ming, I heard that you took care of A Snake's little brothers last night, and you also messed with Chu Zihang, the head of the sports department?"

Lin Yufeng's voice was so loud that it overwhelmed the voices of everyone reciting words or poems softly. The classroom fell silent, and everyone turned to look this way.

"That's right." I leaned against the back of the chair and rubbed my ears with my little finger: "Last night I taught a few disobedient students." [

I think that since this has already been done, there is no need to put on a sympathetic look.Actually, I don't want to. If they came to the door by themselves, let's not talk about it.

"Not bad, not bad, amazing." Lin Yufeng said with a smile on his face, "You actually managed to beat up a third-year student. It seems that the position of the first-year boss is none other than you."

When such a big hat came over, even if I tried to put it on, I couldn’t continue to put it on, so I quickly waved my hand and said, “I’m not the boss.”

"I would like to be, but unfortunately I don't have the strength." Lin Yufeng laughed.

"If you want to be the boss, you can take it. Anyway, I'm not the one." Hearing the word "boss" gave me a headache, and I always felt that I couldn't separate myself from the underworld.

"Now when we talk about the freshman in high school, it's either you or Zhang Yujie. The two of you are more popular than anyone else." Lin Yufeng suddenly said to the students in the class: "Whatever you are looking at, bow your head and recite words for me. "

A large group of people quickly lowered their heads, they still couldn't afford to offend this young master who was used to doing evil in class.

Of course, Xiang Li Sijia, Song Ying, Chu Tingting, and some people in my dormitory still raised their heads fearlessly.

Lin Yufeng knew that these people were more or less related to me, so he naturally stopped putting on a fierce look.But I think his appearance just now is very similar to Zhang Yujie's demeanor that made everyone put their heads back to sleep last night.

"You really want to be famous?" I suddenly realized what Lin Yufeng meant by these words.

"I really want to." Lin Yufeng's eyes sparkled.