Before everyone in Class 7 could find trouble with Zhao Dongfeng, during the break before the third self-study period in the afternoon, Zhao Dongfeng from Class 10 broke into Class 7's classroom through the back door with a few students who didn't look like good students.

The time they chose was very clever. The teachers had a meeting in the third period. At this time, they were usually seated in the large conference room on the top floor. And as luck would have it, both trainee teachers liked to leave early these two days - practice

I was tired from dancing, so there was no teacher in the classroom of Class 7, Grade 1.

"Who the hell is Li Guoyao?" Zhao Dongfeng kicked open the back door of Class 7 and walked into the classroom.

The students in Class 7 were chatting enthusiastically, about competitions, sports, sensational techniques, and how to deal with the teacher... The loud sound of the door being kicked open startled everyone.

The boys looked at this group of unkind guys and silently lowered their heads and took out the nunchucks from their schoolbags. They had been in contact for almost a month, but they still had no actual combat ability. However, the chain in the middle of the nunchucks can be removed.

..The nunchuck turned into a short stick is even more terrifying.

Xie Mingjie put down the materials, took the stick handed over by Luo Zeyue, and walked to the open space behind the classroom immediately.

"Little Fatty, lock the door..." Li Guoyao was not a good person. He pulled Liu Jianwen and asked him to go from the front door to the back and lock the door. The students who were near the curtains closed the curtains one after another, so Class 7 of the first grade of junior high school became

Isolated space.

What's even more amazing is that the girl sitting in the first row took a deep look at the outsider who was desperate for his life, and quietly turned off the class switch. Don't forget, Ivan has arranged front and rear cameras in the classroom.

The scene was not suitable for filming, otherwise they would not be able to deny it.

Zhao Dongfeng was frightened by the silent Class 7 of the first grade of junior high school. What style of painting is this? What kind of style are these guys? What does it mean to close the door, close the windows, and draw the curtains without saying a word? Several of Zhao Dongfeng's little brothers also

Feeling something was wrong, I prepared to retreat through the back door. However, the back door had been locked from the outside by Liu Jianwen. The doors in No. 7 Middle School were all made of genuine solid wood. It took a lot of effort for the firefighters to break open the door.

Xie Mingjie and Li Guoyao walked in the front, and the other boys followed them half a step behind them in an arc, surrounding Zhao Dongfeng and his group in the back corner of the classroom.

"Baozi, this is Zhao Dongfeng-sanxiao, right?" Xie Mingjie asked, holding a one-foot-long stainless steel single-section stick in one hand.

Baozi nodded: "The squad leader is him!"

"This...Brother Zhao? Your Class 10 is over there. Why are you here in Class 7? I heard that you are looking for Li Guoyao? This is..." Xie Mingjie pointed at Li Guoyao beside him.

Li Guoyao is not a believer. He who can become the "permanent resident" of Ai Wen's office is obviously not the kind of child that Xie Mingjie can reassure the teacher. It's just that he didn't dare to assassinate under Ai Wen's suppression, otherwise he wouldn't be a human being.

Fuel efficient lamp.

"Brother Zhao... I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname. Li Guoyao, Class Seven, also... I don't know why you want to call me affectionately? Can't you find your father?" Li Guoyao's mouth was also black.

Well, when people come to your door, why do you need to be polite and civilized?

When friends come, there is good wine, and when enemies come, there are shotguns. Class 7 has always believed that I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will fuck you!

"You...stay away from Wu Xintong!" Zhao Dongfeng is also a tough guy. Although he is surrounded by boys in the twenties from Class 7, he still has the courage to say harsh words.

Li Guoyao scratched his head: "This makes it very difficult for me... Wu Xintong is my classmate in elementary school. The friendship between classmates is as deep as the sea. In the past, they were called childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts... You can talk about it as soon as you talk about it.

Let me stay away? That’s my true love!”

Anyway, you don’t need to draft a draft to brag, and you don’t have to pay taxes. Li Guoyao is also an actor, and a affectionate campus love saint is officially online. Everyone in Class 7 knows Li Guoyao, and the love strings in this guy’s mind haven’t grown yet.

What about falling in love? Is the game not fun or is the brotherhood no longer deep?

"You...how can you stay away from Wu Xintong?" Zhao Dongfeng was furious.

Li Guoyao said quietly: "I have to pay more..."

"You!" Zhao Dongfeng was furious. It was always his brother Dong who asked others for money, but today he was so weird that he was actually asked for money!

"Don't be so shameless. If I see you approaching Wu Xintong in the future, I will fuck you once!" Zhao Dongfeng is still unparalleled in his dominance.

Xie Mingjie smiled: "Your Excellency, you think too little of me in Class 7, don't you? Threatening my brother Yao in front of our whole class? Is it you, Class 10, who is drifting, or is Class 7 that I can't hold the knife? I, Class 7,

Is the back door of the class so easy to kick? Now that you and Li Guoyao have finished talking about it, it’s time to talk about the problem between you and me in Class 7..."

"Class 7? What's the problem?" Zhao Dongfeng said disdainfully. It's just a class of nerds. It looks quite intimidating. What would happen if there was a real fight? It would be great if there were only five of the twenty boys who dared to fight!

Xie Mingjie walked to the back door affectionately and touched it gently: "Love a door, love a class... What is closed is the door, but what cannot be closed is love. This door carries the turbulent years of Class 7,

This door protects the true feelings of the students in Class 7. My friend, can you please kneel down and apologize seriously to the back door of our class?"

The expression management of the students in Class 7 almost collapsed. The class leader who co-authored the essay on the level of drama master is the number one! It is easy to block the obvious horse fleas, but hard to prevent the hidden ones - the sudden horse fleas dodge the small waists of everyone in Class 7.

"Good for you!" Zhao Dongfeng was no slouch either. Of course he could hear Xie Mingjie's full malice.

Now that Zhao Dongfeng has taken action, the men in Class 7 can't be cowardly. After Xie Mingjie shouted "Hand him" with his arms, everyone in Class 7 who could move swarmed towards these uninvited guests.

Zhao Dongfeng can be regarded as a brave and fierce person who grew up. Today, it was the first time for him to see a class with such terrifying fighting power. Especially the big man, who looked like a child when he stepped down. The height difference between students in high school can be

Reaching more than thirty centimeters, Luo Zeyue is a complete fighting machine in their eyes.

"Looking for trouble, right?" Xie Mingjie dropped his stick and used his fist to hit the visitor from Class 10 who was lying on the ground.

Not to be outdone, Li Guoyao added: "You're pretending to be the big brother, right?"

Luo Zeyue thought about it and added a kick: "Kick the door, right?"

You say something to me, you punch me and I kick... The drama queens from Class 1 and Class 7 of Junior High School have transformed themselves into messengers of justice to physically persuade visiting friends. While they were persuading, they sighed - it turns out that it feels like persuading people to be kind.

So good!
Chapter completed!