✓ The Days of Being a Boss at School

23

As the last "conscience" of Class Seven, Geng Wenshu was simple and kind. He listened to the howls of ghosts and wolves over the wall, before hesitating for a long time, "It seems like... Peng Yan?"

There was a haha ​​around: "How is it possible?"

"How could someone like Peng Yan appear here?"

"Here is X height, not Y height."

- "Hey! It's me, it's really me, Peng Yan!"

"Let's go." Ye Ruida, with coquettish red hair, greeted everyone casually, "I also know another way, let's go there."

- "Don't go! Really waiting for help!"

It seems that this person named Peng Yan has no friends. Thankfully, he was still a little frightened just now. Huang Fa was holding a stick and weighing it in the palm of his hand, while forcing him forward, with a smug smile on his face, he was still gasping for breath, his eyes were vicious, and he said: "You little **** can still run. Now even your friends don't want to care about you, you are still honest-"

Before this sentence was finished, a fluffy head appeared on the wall again, and the good-looking boy held up his mobile phone and muttered, "I thought about it, and decided to take this picture and let my little brother Let's see how short Peng Yan's legs are!"

Laozi's legs are not short! Not short! It's just a matter of angle! Zhang Xueyuan, what the fuck, your second uncle, did you hear me, what the hell, your second uncle! Although he scolded Zhang Xueyuan, the moment he saw Zhang Xueyuan, his tears almost fell. He knows it!

Those kids are really hairy kids! I don't even know how to be polite! And it looks like he is going to intervene in this matter at all. Huang Mao's face was extremely ugly, and he threatened: "Boy, don't meddle in your own business, or I will clean up!"

Yo, it's been so many years since no one has spoken harshly in front of him.

"Really?" Zhang Xueyuan slowly put the mobile phone into his pocket, his picturesque peach blossom eyes slightly picked up, his articulated hands supported the wall gracefully, and jumped over from the wall as soon as he turned over, his voice was teasing: "Don't compare me to someone with short legs who are still weak."

The two-meter-high wall seemed to be nothing to him, and its movements were elegant and free. If there was a little girl here, her eyes would definitely shine. Ye Ruida sighed as he climbed the tree trunk, "I really don't know why Xiao Yue just doesn't like Brother Zhang, it's too blind.

When is this TM, this guy is still handsome!

Peng Yan was clinging to the wall, wanting to cry but no tears: I said that my legs are not short.

A few fluffy heads followed closely behind, with a helpless expression. Forget it, the boss has to meddle in his own business, what can they do as younger brothers? Ye Ruida was a little more clever. I didn't know where to get a few sticks, one for each person, which can be considered a bit of combat effectiveness.

..................

Fight, fight, these people can't help fighting, they can't compare to their father at all, at least they can still have a few rounds in their hands. As someone who grew up with "rough fatherly love", he sighed faintly.

Huang Mao looked at the situation in front of him, his back was leaning against the wall, his expression was like an enemy, and he wanted to slip away in minutes.

Even if one or two of the people he brought were able to move, they were already lying on the ground, with a hint of panic in their eyes. The leading boy just moved his hands at first, then leaned against the wall, his fingers slowly combing his hair. He looks really good-looking, especially in such a dark night, the orange street light touches his outstanding facial features gently, and under the long soft hair are those mocking eyes, bright as stars, with a slanted edge. Dangerous and cold.