"Okay, let me review your physique first." After waiting for a few seconds, the vulgar personality jumped out again and shouted: "You TMD is simply a scumbag in the world! Not only is there no brain, but your body is not very useful. You can't carry a ten-pound load on your shoulders and you have no power to tie a chicken. Why are you living in this world?"

Song Baojun was embarrassed and said, "Didn't I live just to become the subject of the thirty-two personality? Besides, I'm not as weak as you said. I can still carry a load of at least fifty or sixty kilograms."

The vulgar personality is unbearable and said, "If you fight, you will definitely not be able to beat Long Ya; if you have many people, your friends are ten times that of yours; if you are backers, you have a big backer? You can't scare others. In this situation, even if Zhuge Liang comes, there is no way."

Song Baojun laughed instead: "Then didn't you say that you would do anything to deal with him?"

The vulgar personality said: "Well, the original method is used in the primitive stage. Let's fool around and deal with it."

Not long after, Song Baojun found his broken bicycle in the maple forest, but it was not lost!

The car looks ugly and riding is ugly. Even if it is taken out and sold for use, how could those prides of heaven be willing to give up this face? In everyone's eyes, the car is completely a pile of garbage.

Song Baojun rode his car to a small restaurant near the dormitory area. There were more than 50,000 people on the university campus, all of which were students with outstanding consumption capacity. Restaurants, food stalls, karaoke halls, supermarkets, shopping malls, and hotels had already formed an industrial chain, open in every corner, and the business should not be too good.

This restaurant is called "Xiangxiang Pavilion". The owner is from Hunan Province. He has a very enthusiastic attitude. The dishes cooked are cheap and affordable. Song Baojun occasionally comes to eat meat when he has spare money, but he often stays in the canteen to eat pickled vegetables and porridge.

"Xiao Song, why did you come so early? Didn't you have classes today?" The boss's wife was cutting vegetables in the kitchen. She was a little surprised when she saw Song Baojun's timid figure. It was past four o'clock, and it was the time for class. The restaurant was deserted and there was no customer.

Song Baojun said: "There is no class. The students are thinking about having a meal. By the way, the boss lady, do you have a live chicken?"

"Yes, yes, are you going to cook by yourself? Why don't you take it back to the dormitory after I'm ready?" The proprietress quickly cut the ingredients on the chopping board and looked back at him.

"I just want to live my own hands and experience the joy of cooking. Do I sell it? How much does one cost?"

The proprietress cleaned her hands and said, "Haha, I can't tell you have this hobby. It's 60 yuan per person. I just brought it from the farmers' market yesterday. I won't make money." She raised a thin and small chicken from the carton behind the kitchen and tied her claws with ropes.

When Song Baojun saw that the chicken was only two kilograms at best. The goods from the farm were sold for thirty, and he didn't care about it now. He ordered 60 yuan for the boss's wife and took the chicken away.

Next, I went to the supermarket to buy a kitchen knife, and then Shi Shiran returned to the dormitory.

He called Tan Qingkai first. Before he could speak, Tan Qingkai called out first: "Ajun! Where are you? Brother Ya said he wanted to find someone to deal with you! Or you should take a leave first and go back to avoid the limelight. Brother Ya is not that easy to mess with."

Song Baojun carried the wings of a live chicken and observed the environment of the dormitory bathroom, saying, "I know he is not easy to mess with. The state-owned legal family has family rules. He wouldn't beat me to death, right?"

Tan Qingkai was anxious and said, "It won't be beaten to death, but he has some ways to make you survive in school worse than death! Do you remember the 'Little Jiangnan' last semester? It was beaten by Brother Ya to automatically drop out of school! Even if you tell the school this kind of thing, it's useless."

"Oh..." Song Baojun pondered for a while, as if he realized the seriousness of the problem, and said, "Otherwise, you go back to the dormitory first. I owed you the money I owed a few days ago. In addition, I don't want my high-end computer, and I will give it to you, including the audio. But you have to do me a favor."

Tan Qingkai heard a sound of swallowing from the other side: "Are you telling me seriously? But I'll just let me help fight and I won't do it. It's okay to help you make a few days of meals and wash clothes for a few days." This guy has long wanted to get an extra computer. It's not that Song Baojun's computer configuration is so high, but that he plans to use it to play online games.

"Haha, it's definitely not that you want to fight. Why don't you go back to the dormitory first? I have something to discuss with you."

…******…

Now is the worst lesson ever.

After being severely disturbed by Song Baojun, Teacher Jiang was completely out of shape, and was in a daze and sleepwalking. He even misread several typos. When quoting, he also pressed Yuan Zhen's work "The Palace" on Bai Juyi's head. The overall standard was greatly lost. He announced the end more than half an hour before the end of get out of class. He quickly packed up the lecture notes and left in a hurry.

The students looked at each other, and buzzing talk sounded in the classroom.

In everyone's impression, Teacher Jiang is elegant and calm. He does not talk about the content of a class, but at least he is organized and has both style and temperament, and is beautiful and generous. Who among the male students doesn't say that taking her class is the supreme enjoyment?

But now, he actually gave Song Baojun a few words to make things worse, and lost the demeanor of the beauty, which really scared the fans.

After a few words, the students said, seeing that it was not the case, they all scattered and went to play. College life is rich and colorful, and if you don’t study, you can go online, fall in love, play football, go to the bar, go to the library, sleep, and play mahjong. Why bother to hang yourself in a class?

Long Ya watched the teacher walk out of the door, and anger surged into his heart. He glanced at the accomplices around him and said in a low voice: "A good pot of soup, a piece of mouse shit will be disturbed! If you don't teach him a lesson this time, I'm afraid that all the sluggish men in the school will dare to show off their power in front of me in the future."

A fellow party member beside him said indifferently: "Brother Ya, don't be nervous. I think Song Baojun just gets nervous once a while." The fellow party member is named Zhou Xiang, who is short and fat, with acne on his face, and is dressed in a literary youth, with thick bangs on his head, black-framed glasses on his nose, and a red striped plaid shirt. His whole body is full of coquettishness.

Another classmate said: "Brother Ya, I don't think so, so I let Song Baojun bleed and asked him to invite us to drink tonight. He didn't dare to complain."

"That's it." Long Ya clenched his fists.

After the three of them discussed together, they rushed to the boys' dormitory in a fierce manner.

There are not many students in the dormitory building, and other classes are still in normal classes, so Teacher Jiang’s class is over early.
Chapter completed!