Angel is a little bad

Chapter 550 Where Does the Wind Come From?
No matter what kind of people and things we face, even if it is Mao Congcong's oppression, Mi Feifei's humiliation, Dingula's threat, even if it is the boycott of many gangs, even if it is Huahaha's conspiracy, even if it is the school... Huahuo can find a way to break the dark traditions that have been accumulated for a long time, and can conquer everyone by any means.

However, only the wind, only this matter, she can do nothing.It wasn't until this moment that she realized that, in fact, she was just a child, and she was so weak when facing the people and things she cared about.

Who will save her, who will save his wind?Hanabi shouted in her heart.

Huahuo tried to eliminate the rumors, and whenever she found someone chewing her tongue, she tried to punish him.However, she found that things like rumors are simply uncontrollable, no matter how powerful force is, they are vulnerable to rumors.

Rumors are like the wind. As long as the mouth has a tongue, it can be produced and spread without cost and without restriction. It cannot be stopped by external force, and the uncontrolled undercurrent will one day become a vortex on the water, involving many things.

That day, there was a quarrel in class S of the third year of high school. Although it didn't develop into a fight, the quarrel was very fierce. It was still arguing after class, and the teacher didn't dare to come in.Facing the chaotic classroom, Feng Yuanche, who had been sitting silently in the corner, came over, interposed among the crowd, and said indifferently: "Class is over, we have to quarrel."

A group of people gave up unwillingly, but one person said sarcastically: "So what, do you want to stab me too?"

Feng Yuanche's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, staring at him firmly.

His expression was terrifying, but he wasn't the only one who wasn't afraid of death. The boy said provocatively: "What's the matter, why are you looking at me? Are you dumb? Or are you useless?"

Feng Yuanche still didn't speak, and still stared at him.

The atmosphere was heavy, weird, and dangerous. No one in the class dared to speak out, and retreated outside one after another.

Suddenly, Feng Yuan was moved. Because he didn't like to study and never studied hard, the students who protected their eyes couldn't see clearly. He had already grabbed the boy's throat and pushed forward forcefully and quickly. Sweeping down the tables and chairs all the way, forcing the boy against the wall.

(End of this chapter)