Holding hands, holding hands, holding shoulders, and happily going to find his elder sister Da Shining's yellow-haired brother, Song Xiaoqing, and Qi Zi'ang's third brother, were stunned!

Faced with various questions, Huangmao... didn't listen to a word, he just thought, damn! Is it all the fuck that he wants to fight?

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, what are you doing! Fighting, right? Fighting, right?" Huang Mao roared, spreading his hands like Dapeng spreading his wings, first protecting Song Xiaoqing and Qi Ziang behind him, "Damn it! Just fight, whoever is afraid of whom! Whoever is cowardly is his grandson!"

The second-year junior high school students who only wanted to ask their elder sister Da Shining's examination information were collectively silent: "..."

Who fought?

Who wants to fight?

Do they seem to be fighting?

Besides, can you, a thin bamboo pole, fight? A girl with a slightly tough figure can beat you down.

The silent student was not shocked by the roar of the yellow-haired. The reason for the silence was because of his ears. As for the yellow-haired himself... cough cough, I'm really not afraid.

He is yellow and thin, but now he has not returned to his black hair with very social yellow hair. He is threatened and tempted by Huang's mother to cut his hair out of the plump forehead of Heaven, and then he is wearing a delicate face that looks easy to bully at first sight. The girls once doubted what they had scared him before.

Are you afraid of his yellow hair with a strong social atmosphere?

Are you afraid that he would never beat anyone in the mouth that he would always shout and beat him?

There is nothing scary at all!

Huangmao, who was behind his ear, had no idea that he was so "prestige" that he was not afraid of even students. Seeing that he was surrounded by more than ten classmates from other classes, Huangmao did not forget to remind the two brothers around him.

"Back to back, damn it! It's coming in a turbulent manner! Be careful and don't be attacked by them!"

Song Xiaoqing was led by Huangmao, so he quickly spread his hands with Huangmao back to back, and at the same time he didn't forget to pull Qi Ziang, the most recognized weakest among the three.

"..." Qi Ziang leaned against his brother's back. He swallowed his throat and whispered: "Brother, you don't have a back of your ears, or is there something wrong with your understanding?"

"It's not about fighting us, but about asking our elder sister if she has done well in the exam and whether she has taken the junior high school third-year exam."

...

Huangmao: "..." Is it true? Is it true? Why do he think he is going to fight?

Song Xiaoqing, who was led by the detachment, swallowed her throat and realized it, "It seems... I just heard someone ask my elder sister if she had handed in advance."

Huangmao: "..." Is that right? Then he didn't hear a question just now! He just felt that he was surrounded, or he could be beaten at any time.

In an instant, Huangmao felt that he was losing face!

Damn! Just ask, what are you trying to block it!

The shameless yellow-haired man tried hard to find the face and continued to shout: "Don't ask us, we don't know anything, let go! Don't surround us. It's hot weather, heat stroke!"

"Then let's talk about it in a different place, what are you afraid of! We won't hit you!" A girl shouted with a smile, not daring to do anything to herself.

Anyway, she had never heard of her elder sister and her younger brothers having hit her classmates.

The yellow-haired girl was a little dark, her little face turned black, "What are you saying? Who am I afraid of? I'm afraid of you to fight? Damn? Come on, come on!" He had never been afraid of fighting! Damn!
Chapter completed!