The Virus Strikes: Gifted Teens and Girls

Chapter 32 True Identity 10
Ling Yang's eyes froze, and he was fighting so desperately because his brother was in the hospital?
Brothers are connected by blood, and that relationship is naturally beyond ordinary people.

At that moment, Ling Yang let go of his hand, kicked him to the ground, and said coldly: "It's a worthless thing."

To avenge his brother, he must rely on the power of the masses. If the revenge fails, he will attack innocent people, truly useless people.

"Boy, you're going to turn against each other, aren't you?" Suddenly, the big man roared and sat on the person who was kicked to the ground by Ling Yang.

"Ah..." Hearing a horrific howl, the man fainted instantly.

The weight of more than 300 kilograms should not be underestimated.

Ling Yang was slightly startled, and looked at the big man full of doubts. She had let him go, and this big man still treated him like this.

The big man looked back at Ling Yang with an apologetic smile on his face, then sat down hard, and said, "I didn't manage these two bastards well, I will apologize to you on their behalf."

Immediately, his gaze turned sharp, and he coldly glanced at the group of people around him and said, "Whoever dares to disobey my order in the future will end up like this, no, it will be worse than this end."

After speaking, he sat down again and signaled a warning.

Ling Yang looked at all this coldly, and didn't say much. This group of people, he should be disciplined, dared to use these despicable methods in front of him.

"Are you okay?" Long Fei ran over suddenly, took Ling Yang's hand and looked around, the worry in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

Ling Yang hated others touching her the most, so he shook off Long Fei's hand violently, and strode away. With this shake, there were more blood stains on his clothes.

Long Fei was already beaten and bruised all over his body, how could he withstand Ling Yang's forceful swing, and immediately sat on the ground with his buttocks.

Xu Sande quickly helped him up, and the two followed Ling Yang's footsteps trembling slightly.

However, the two couldn't keep up with Ling Yang's footsteps at all, and they opened up a long distance after a while.

Ling Yang was very fast, hurt his arm, and walked all the way to the school with his head buried, but he didn't attract much attention.

However, to her surprise, when she walked to the corridor on the second floor, she happened to meet Ling Feng who was coming towards her.

Ling Feng is not like other students, just a blurry figure in the distance, he can recognize this person as his sister, even though the corridor is full of students wearing Huaying uniforms.

"Yangyang..." As he hurried away with his head buried, a familiar voice from far away caused Ling Yang's expression to change suddenly.

The last thing she wanted to see at the moment was Ling Feng. If he knew that he was injured, he didn't know what the consequences would be.

When he was in a hurry, Ling Yang's eyes lit up like a life-saving straw with a slightly open door not far away, with the words "dressing room" clearly written on it.

Gritting his teeth lightly, Ling Yang quickly ran towards the locker room.

Push the door, go in, close the door, lock the door, all in one go.

Ling Feng froze in place for an instant, when did he become so terrifying?

The breeze is light, warm and cold at the same time.

As for Ling Yang, he patted his chest with lingering fear after entering the door. This Ling Feng, who didn't show up sooner or later, happened to show up at this time.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Yang turned around and looked at the generous place he had broken into, and just glanced anxiously, it seemed to be the locker room of the university.

However, as soon as she turned around, she regretted it.

Because, she happened to be facing a naked body, fair skin, and the six muscular muscles, and the close distance made her mind go blank for a while.

"Have you seen enough?" A cold sentence was enough to bring Ling Yang's blank head back to normal.

Still such a cold voice, still such a high-pitched tone.

(End of this chapter)