Don’t Talk To Me!

The broom head's face quickly dimmed.

All three know that Yu Sheng has a terrible skill.

All the words spoken by him, there are all kinds of good and bad spirits, and a poisoned milk boy is not deceived, and no one can escape.

Commonly known as crow mouth.

The most famous record is in the year of Sheng Gao, he once pitted a high school king directly for 50 rounds, and fell directly to bronze that night.

Since then, the king has left a shadow, dizzy and shaking when he touches the keyboard, and he has to quit the game.

So that in the last three months, the hard students raised more than one hundred points and crossed the undergraduate line directly from the junior college.

The reason why Yu Sheng didn’t dare to provoke in No. 3 Middle School and played well was second, because the near metaphysical skill of poisonous milk was too scary.

After all, it is already miserable to fight and beat. No one wants to go out to rain, walk or hit the wall, and the exam teacher must be carried out three times by the proctor.

The broom head was poked at the sore spot, and his face was flushed red, followed by a burst of anger: "Fart, do it with skill, less pretend to be a curse! You **** crow mouth--"

"Know me and talk to me."

Yu Sheng sighed softly, rubbing his ears with pain: "Did I accidentally curse your brain?"

The look of the broom head changed, and the sound was instantly silenced, and Yu Sheng's gaze also showed a deep sense of fear.

Yu Sheng carried the bun, changed his hand, and pressed twice to stay up all night to swell his temples.

Sometimes he really can't figure out what these hormonal teenagers think too much.

The one who should have seen it has also seen it once, the bad luck has fallen, and the sins have suffered. He dared to bring someone to the door to stop him and continue to brush his hatred.

I'm not afraid that he will breastfeed him.

Yu Sheng rubbed his hair, glanced at the time, and glanced at the group of people around.

The classmates still had some brains, and Yu Sheng opened his mouth with a gesture, immediately retreating back without fear of traces, obviously afraid that he would casually point to anyone's head.

"Waste, I brought you to see the lively?!"

The broom head was even more blown, and he thundered and shouted loudly: "Bash him! Beat him so speechless, see how he farts--"

Yu Sheng had a headache because of his quarrel, and said: "Yes."

Broom head stalk.

Yu Sheng rubbed his neck and swept around to find a place to put things: "Let's get together, I'm in a hurry, I have to take the exam."

What this said is really pulling hatred, and the broom's head turned pale instantly, and the appearance of the group of followers around him obviously became unhealthy.

Yu Sheng didn't care, yawned and walked towards the corner.

He doesn't often poison milkmen.

The lethality is too great, the radiation area is too wide, and there may not be any unexpected side effects.

Yu Sheng is troublesome, and usually can try not to speak as much as possible, trying to solve the problem with his fist.

But the broom head is an exception.

The name of the broom head is Li Wei. The family is doing business, and the provincial key of paying for the money is also around him.

Everywhere is the same. Most of this group of people don't care about anything except money, and they don't want to learn. They provoke provocations all day long.

Not to mention, only half of the incidents on the pedestrian street are made by three middle school students.

Yu Sheng had heard this group of people early, but never really met. Until the first day of the final exam, the group of **** were so bold that they blocked a girl from school in the alley, and opened a yellow cavity with a hippie smile.

The little girl was terrified and could not cry, and it was not appropriate to watch another fight. Yu Sheng stopped people and sent them to a crowded place. Without any effort, he blessed him politely.

I originally thought that this matter was over, but I didn't expect him to be so persevering, so he brought someone to the door today.

Yu Sheng looked around and finally found a fairly clean and flat place, planning to put breakfast down temporarily.

Just handing it over, one hand straightened out and swept away the soy milk and buns in his hand.

The broom head apparently regarded his words as provocative. His face was somber and he pulled his clothes off with a bite of smoke: "Take a fart, don't dress up with Laozi here! Today you either kneel to admit mistakes or let us beat them up Don’t think about it!"

The soymilk spilled all over, and the buns that hadn't had time to bite rolled twice, stained with a thin layer of soil.

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and sighed softly.

High school students are always bound up for inexplicable reasons. The stress of schoolwork and agitated hormones have nowhere to vent, coupled with adolescence that does not come sooner or later, because everything can be ordered.

In fact, Yu Sheng always felt that it was a matter of politeness to solve it.

Looking at his gloomy stare at his broom head, Yu Sheng raised his face and greeted him politely. Before his hand could be retracted, he raised his hand and fastened the wrist with lightning.

His hand moved lightly, and there was a faint sound.

The broom head's face instantly changed from gloomy to pale, and the entire wrist joint was folded into a twisted angle in his hand.

Yu Sheng twitched his hand violently, his figure approached quickly, his shoulders pressed against his chest, and he flipped it over with one hand, firmly lifting the person on the ground.

With a bang, a piece of dirt quickly rose.

He said he would do it when he started, and a group of his classmates were shocked for a moment, but he didn't have time to react.

The young man's skill was neat and clean, he rushed into a group of muscles with a guy, greeted him mercilessly, raised his knees against the elbow, and punched a child.

The remaining faces changed, and he threw down the guy when he was in a bad situation. He raised his legs tremblingly and wanted to run. Then he ran a few steps, and he fell to the ground neatly.

For a few minutes, the ground was moaning and lying down.

"Stop hand, stop hand!"

A little yellow hair emerged from the corner and hurriedly greeted, "Police, hurry—"

Xiao Huangmao's voice was stagnant, his eyes widened in amazement, his face involuntarily turned white.

Li Wei came here today to find a place to put down Mawei. He brought people who were able to fight. Some of them were fighting coaches in the city gym.

The students have just been on vacation these days, and there are many police patrolling nearby. He was specifically called to whistle, just in case a policeman came over and reported immediately, no matter what kind of strategic retreat he had made.

...

But now it seems that it is not so easy to retreat.

Xiao Huangmao was so frightened by his legs that he staggered back two steps, and suddenly turned to play and ran back: "Police! Police, help me..."

Yu Sheng heard the shouts, knocked down the last person, clapped his hands and raised his head, standing in a hurry.

He has been dragged to the front line of various places for many years, and he has a lot of experience in dealing with such things.

The people on the ground couldn't get up for a while, and Yu Sheng dusted the dirt on the coat of the school uniform, aligned the zipper to the neckline, pulled the clothes, and stepped back a few steps.

His footsteps suddenly stopped.

Just now, there were too many people and they were huddled in a mess. He didn't pay attention to the fact that there was a person standing beside him.

Tall and thin, wearing a pure black shirt, not wearing a school uniform, the shirt cuffs were simply bent and folded twofold.

One hand was inserted in the trousers pocket, revealing a cool white wrist with a sharp outline.

The right hand also carried a cult pancake that had just been spread for a long time, steaming and fragrant, with crispy grilled sausage and tofu.

Pork cutlets may have been added.

Cult.

The black shirt greeted Yu Sheng's sight, raised his eyebrows, and smiled at him friendly.

His eyes were long and narrow, hidden behind his glasses, his eyes slightly slanted upward, and his eyes were extremely deep.

The natural cold and lazy posture was blurred by the sudden smile, and quickly transformed into a very deceptive and good.

Yu Sheng's heart was suddenly alert.

His instincts have always been quite reliable. Although this kind of vigilance comes inexplicably, it must also explain that the guy in front of him who says "I am a top student" is not as harmless as it seems.

Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes, and the tip of his tongue subconsciously licked his tiger teeth.

The red and blue lights were on, and the whistle came from the corner.

Little Huang Mao scared his courage and ran away long ago. The police heard the cry and found it. After seeing the mess lying on the ground, he couldn't help frowning and raised his head: "What's going on?"

Yu Sheng glanced at the black shirt.

In terms of fighting and being caught, Yu Sheng has always had an inherent advantage that cannot be ignored. I have been studying in high school for two years. I haven't known how many fights I have. I haven't even written a few copies of the exam.

Because compared to the sturdy record of playing the entire school, Yu Sheng actually looks a little gentle and harmless.

Well behaved.

Round eyes with double eyelids and long eyelashes. The facial features are beautiful and soft, and one mouth opens, the tiger tooth on the right is unwilling to protrude a little pointy.

Regardless of what happened, as long as he wears his school uniform and stands aside, he can be comforted and escorted back to school by the innocent teenager passing by.

It stands to reason that this time I can pretend that I don't know anything, but I just finished the fight, and suddenly I don't know where there are more witnesses.

Yu Sheng frowned, thinking between the police when he didn’t pay attention to threatening the other party to cooperate with him and looking for a chance to run away. He looked around the black shirt and turned his head back: "Somebody just fought, I came to the exam Just passing by."

There was a breath left in the broom head, so terribly angry, struggling to stand up: "Fart! It's his hand! The policeman, it's this bastard—that's what he hit! His **** lie--"

"To shut up!"

The policeman was so disturbed by a headache that he yelled aloud and looked at the two men who insisted.

He was vaguely biased in his heart and glanced around. He saw someone standing in the corner and beckoned: "Come here too! You said, what the **** is going on?"

Yu Sheng raised his eyes.

The black shirt stood straight and came over, with long and narrow eyes hidden behind the lens, and his eyes glanced at Sheng with great interest.

"They fought, he passed by, I saw it."

The black shirt made a noise, his left hand was pulled out of his pocket, his long fingers pointed to the ground, and the tone was sincere: "It scared him that the buns fell to the ground."

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