"Song Inkstone, isn't it?" Xue Shao, please come with us!" Song Yangang just walked out of the classroom. Two tall boys came to him face to face and said with their heads held high and their faces arrogant.
Song Yanwei was shocked. The so-called Xue Shao should be one of the four evils in the school. He didn't seem to have any intersection with him. What did he do with himself?
"What are you dawdling about? Get out of here!" Seeing that he was stunned, one of the boys gave him a dissatisfied push.
"Okay, I'll go with you." Song Yan nodded his head as if he were a yes-man and followed two tall boys behind him.
In the woods near the school playground, a boy with long hair put his hands in his trousers pocket, stood with his back to Song Yan, and the two students who clipped Song Yan in the middle respectfully said to him, "Xue Shao, we brought this boy with us."
The long-haired boy turned slowly, his eyes were slightly fierce, and his eyebrows were cold and arrogant. Suddenly, a trace of playfulness appeared on his lips, and he pointed his food at him and drew a hook: "Song Yan, do you know why you called here?"
Song Yan shook his head doubtfully: "I don't know."
Xue Yuancheng's mouth is more playful: "First slap yourself two times, and I'll tell you what happened."
I heard that Song Yan's face changed slightly, and there was a chill in his eyes. He kept a low profile in school, which did not mean that he could be bullied.
"Xue Shao, I asked myself not to offend you. Did you do it too much?"
"What about overdoing it?" Xue Yuancheng disdained to pout his lips: "For poor silk like you, Ben Fei can wipe a large piece with only one finger. He just slapped himself twice. Now Ben Fei has changed his mind. He kneels down and slaps himself ten times, which is a reward for your back talk."
Song Yan stood motionless in his place, but his eyes flashed with anger. This Xue Yuancheng city was simply too deceptive.
"Mother's egg, Xue Shao let you kneel down and stand to make hair!" One of Xue Yuancheng's attendants cursed Song Yan for kicking him in the calf, intending to kick him to the ground.
It's unbearable!
Song Yan got angry, stepped forward, avoided the other party's attack, stared at him coldly: "You don't force me!"
"Yo-ho! Dare to hide, dare to be fat!" Wang Fei said playfully and rushed up to Song Yan, raising his hand and slapping it.
Xue Yuancheng put his hand back into his trousers pocket and smiled at the scene. Both of his attendants were good fighters. Since Song Yan's boy was not interested, he suffered more.
Another Valet stood still. In his opinion, Wang Fei was more than enough to deal with Song Yan.
Seeing that Wang Fei's hand was about to fall on Song Yan's cheek, Suddenly, Song Yan stepped back and avoided Wang Fei's palm. Then, he gave a sharp slap, right on the other side's cheek.
"Pop!"
A crisp and clean applause rang, and then Wang Fei staggered back a few steps and stared at Song Yan with incredible eyes. He did not realize that Song Yan not only dared to return his hand, but also slapped him severely.
The burning pain on his cheeks made him angry and angry. His eyes were even blushing. "Miscellaneous, Lao Tzu is going to kill you!"
So Wang Fei roared, rushed to Song Yan again, waved his right arm, and ran straight to Song Yan's cheek.
Seen, Song Inkstone's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly kicked a foot.
"Bang!"
Wang Fei, kicked in his mid-abdomen, flew in response and fell two meters away.
"Waste, even poor silk can't be cleaned up, you two go together!" Xue Yuancheng, beside him, drinks coldly.
Another Valet raised Wang Fei, stared at Song Yan in an ill-looking manner, and then rushed to him from left to right.
One punch still hit Song Yan on the cheek, and the other kicked him between his legs.
"Find Death!"
Song Yan lightly drank, flew out, straight into the middle of the two people, two arms like two whips fly out.
"Bang! Bang!"
The two boys who were hit by his arm in the chest staggered back, then fell down on the ground, caressed their chest, feeling a little out of breath, and looked at Song Yan with a little fear.
Song Yan turned around, stared at Xue Yuancheng with a slightly frightened look, and walked toward him.
"Stop, don't come over!" Xue Yuancheng shouted.
But Song Yan ignored it. Then he went to Xue Yuancheng and grabbed his hand. He buckled his neck and slapped two hard ears, making Xue Yuancheng's face crack.
Let Xue Yuancheng go, Song Yan quit two steps and stared at him and asked, "Why bother me?"
"You dare hit me! Do you know who I am? Xue Yuancheng did not answer Song Yan, but looked at him bitterly.
Suddenly, Song Yan stepped forward, grabbed Xue Yuancheng's neck again, and opened his bow left and right to give him a few slaps. His eyes flashed fierce light, forcing him to ask: "Xue Yuancheng, don't challenge my patience, say, why bother me!"
Touching Song Yan's beast-like eyes, Xue Yuancheng felt a sense of fear in his heart: "Yes... Because to Feifei!"
Hearing the name, Song Yan looked slightly corrugated. Unexpectedly, Xue Yuancheng was heading for Feifei. A pure woman in a white dress with a lotus-like temperament flashed through her mind.
Xiangfeifei, the temperament girl school flower of Sacred Night Middle School, is an art examinee and seldom comes to school at ordinary times. Even so, she loves her.