Changping also suddenly thought of the matter of shoes, and seemed to realize who it was?

"Big news, big news, the female administrator of Yunqiao No. 6 Middle School peeked at the boys taking a bath!" As soon as he arrived at the dormitory, Xia Changping shouted at the top of his voice.

"What's going on, tell me!" Shuang Xiaodong came around.

"While we were taking a shower, the female caretaker came running over and happened to see us!"

"Really, don't you feel it, do you react?" said Shuangxiaodong with a hippie smile.

"What's the reaction, it's on fire!"

Back in the dormitory, Changping talked about their distress with relish, and the roommates listened in amazement, only Qiao Liang was busy, he was as lonely and depressed as Liu Wu, and his expression seemed to be different from others, and finally Jia Chongwen summed it up:

"Lure the wolf into the house!"

Jia Chongwen looked at Yang Yuelong very fiercely, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if Jia Chongwen was the thief who stole shoes.

"Is he in league with Ge Ye? He thought to himself.

"Mosquito" seems to be Zhuge Liang, prescient, his words have come true.

At noon one day, four or five uninvited guests came, led by Ge Ye.

"Is there any smoke?" they said fiercely as they blocked the door.

No one in dormitory 102 spoke, just shook their heads.

"If you don't smoke, you can give money!" said one of them.

"You are a sin, a bully. Mu retorted.

"Crime?" Ge Ye asked rhetorically, gesturing to his accomplice, only to have his rebuttal rewarded, and the gentle mouse enjoyed the caress of the cats.

"In the future, I will not be allowed to tell my teacher when I buy cigarettes every week, and I will be told to do it 10 times at a time. Ge Ye ordered them to live in the dormitory, as if Napoleon were training soldiers.

Since then, they have enjoyed special discounts, as have other dormitories, and some of their hard-earned tuition and fees have been stolen by smoking rats.

The teacher asked but didn't dare to say, and the dumb people ate Coptis chinensis -- they couldn't say it if they were bitter! Only then did they experience Sister Jiang's chic and greatness -- in the face of severe torture and beatings, and in the face of the test of life and death, no one asked.

"Lure the wolf into the room!" Jia Chongwen always stared at Yang Yuelong fiercely, shook his hair and said fiercely.

"Do you play basketball?"

In order to ease the relationship between the two, Yang Yuelong said to Jia Chongwen flatteringly in the activity class one afternoon.

"Don't go!"

"Let's go?" Yang Yuelong said pleadingly.

"Okay, you look for seven people, I'll look for seven people. Jia Chongwen tasted what it was like to be asked for, and he was very angry.

It's a fierce game, the basketball court is alive and vibrant, murderous, and vigorous figures are galloping around, sometimes cats, sometimes jumping, sometimes passing, sometimes throwing.

Yang Yuelong ran on the court, and Jia Chongwen could shoot the ball with one turn. The score bites tightly, catches up and falls, falls and catches up.

It is really a sentence: either the east wind overpowers the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind. The people in the stadium were in full swing, and the people outside the stadium shouted in unison.

In the last few minutes, Shuangxiaodong passed the ball to Jia Chongwen, and when he just turned over, Yang Yuelong in the back volleyed his ball, the ball fell to the ground, was snatched by Xia Changping, and threw it into the column, and the bright red blood mark was also painted on the back of Chongwen's hand.

"You hit someone?" Xia Chongwen raised his eyebrows, tilted his head, and said to Yang Yuelong viciously, as if he wanted to eat him with one mouthful.

"Who hit you?" Yang Yuelong was also on fire, and the grievances in his stomach burned into raging flames, and the two of them approached like aggressive roosters.

"Find fault with me everywhere, I've put up with you enough!"

"Just find fault, what's the matter?" Xia Chongwen and Yang Yuelong's chests were tightened, like two aggressive roosters, and the fierce light just wanted to eat each other.

"Don't make a fuss!" A group of people pulled them away, Xia Chongwen picked up the ball and threw it on the ground, and the ball was so angry that it flew straight into the sky and ran away like crazy.

They returned to the dormitory unhappily, and the sunken air in the dormitory was suffocating.

Yang Yuelong didn't eat anything, bit his fingers, and wrote a few big blood words on the wall: "Death to those who block me", and posted them on the wall.

On this day's evening self-study, the discipline in the class was particularly good, the "38 lines" on their desks were clearly drawn, and the two of them were stupid until the evening, and the students in the same dormitory also thought about their own thoughts, and no one in the dormitory spoke.

The lights-out bell rang, and Yang Yuelong was about to go to bed, when Jia Chongwen, who came back from washing, deliberately slammed it.

"Looking for something, you!" Yang Yuelong couldn't control his emotions.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Are you sure you stole my shoes?" Yang Yuelong said suspiciously.

"Who stole your broken shoes!" Jia Chongwen was also angry.

"Broken shoes? 10,000 yuan a pair, bought in Europe!" Yang Yuelong said loudly.

"Tens of thousands, scare whom!" It was 2008, when the Red Flag was flying and the Olympic Games were held, and there were very few hundreds of yuan, let alone tens of thousands of yuan.

Jia Chongwen was shocked in his heart, and thought: "His family is so rich, it's better not to be offended!"

"We have to solve this matter!" 'Wen Da' or 'Wu Da'?" Jia Chongwen challenged Yang Yuelong in a low voice.

"What about 'cultural fighting' and 'martial arts'?" Yang Yuelong asked.

"'Wen Da' is to board the wrist and wrestle, and 'Wu Da' is to 'meet the enemy, be extraordinarily red, and solve it with fists'. ”

"You say, whatever you want!"

"'Wen Da', after all, classmates, after I win, you have to obey me?" Jia Chongwen was startled by Yang Yuelong's shoes, and he couldn't figure out the insect's family.

"After I win, you have to obey me!" Yang Yuelong didn't want to make too much trouble, after all, he was under the same roof, and he couldn't see anyone when he looked up, and he was at the same table.

"102, sleep!" Teacher Fang, who was standing guard outside, shouted again.

"Twelve! They said secretly.

The two agreed on a time for the battle, and lay down angrily, each thinking about his own thoughts, and no one could sleep.

The moonlight shines through the window, adding a hint of chill to the dormitory, and it is really a season of "cool weather and autumn".

Time crawled slowly like a snail, and the teachers on duty went back one after another, and the night seemed to be particularly long.

"Right now!" Jia Chongwen said as he jumped up from the bed.

Yang Yuelong responded, jumped off the bed, Shuangxiaodong shone with a flashlight, Xia Changping was the referee, and the real battle began.

There was no earth-shattering cheers here, no enthusiastic applause, and a pair of eyes were staring at the two wild little bulls.

One has chic long hair, the other has a spiritual flat head, one has closed lips, and the other has clenched teeth.

Their faces were flushed, the tendons on their wrists bulged, and Jia Chongwen used all the strength of his right hand to press it desperately.

The back of Yang Yuelong's hand was getting closer and closer to the table, his brows furrowed even tighter, and the grievances of several months came to his heart, he shouted, and a fierce force covered Jia Chongwen.

"Yuelong won!" Changping said.

"This time it doesn't count, I'm going to wrestle with you!" Jia Chongwen said unconvinced.

"No!" said Shuangxiaodong in response.

"Yes, do you dare outside the village?"

"Just go!" Jia Chongwen said.