I used my eyes to dissuade Hong Yuanhao, signaling that he was a little too much. After all, he is a freshman who has just entered the school, and Meng Hai and Baozi are well-known figures in the second year of high school and even the whole school. In every respect, this is a very unreasonable request.

Sure enough, Meng Hai and Baozi looked embarrassed and began to twist and pinch. Obviously, he felt that Hong Yuanhao's request was too much, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"What, do you have an opinion?" Hong Yuanhao frowned slightly, and scared the two of them again.

"Hao.... Brother Hao, see if you can change the request, this request is really a bit ......" Meng Hai looked like he wanted to say something.

"Yes, Brother Hao, we can agree to other requests. But let the two of us go and be a little brother for a freshman, we can't hold our face, and the brothers will laugh. Baozi took Meng Hai's words.

"Yes, Brother Hao, forget it, they also misunderstood me. After I finished speaking, Meng Hai and Baozi glanced at me gratefully.

Hong Yuanhao pondered for a long time, and finally waved his hand and said, "Okay, that is, my brother speaks, and I will give him face." Get out of here. ”

"Eh, thank you, Brother Hao, thank you, Brother Hao!" Meng Hai and Baozi happily 'got out' as if they had received a death exemption order.

"Brother Hao, although you are very powerful, your request is a bit excessive, how can they agree. After the door of the bedroom was closed, Hu Wentao said. Now he has thrown himself to the ground for the five bodies that Hong Yuanhao admires.

Hong Yuanhao didn't answer, just squinted his eyes and smiled at him.

"I guess Brother Hao deliberately asked for the two of them to be my little brothers, and then gave me a chance to refuse. Rather than the two of them being reluctant, it is better to owe me a favor first. I looked at Hong Yuanhao with inquiring eyes, trying to prove my guess.

"You're pretty smart, you're a nice white paper fan. Hong Yuanhao looked at me with appreciative eyes, which confused me.

"What's a white paper fan?" I scratched my head.

"Of course it's a white fan, Yang Bin, you're so stupid. Jiang Shaohua smacked his lips.

"The white paper fan is a black word in the rivers and lakes, and the white paper fan is as famous as the red stick and straw sandals. The one that can fight the most in a team is the Red Stick, and the Red Stick must be ruthless and have excellent combat power. The position is similar to that of Lu Bu under Dong Zhuo. ”

Hong Yuanhao paused and continued, "In the early days, there was an old saying in Xianggang, called red sticks are easy to obtain, but paper fans are hard to find. As a think tank, as long as the boss is not there, the most vocal thing is the white paper fan. To a certain extent, the white paper fan is one level higher than the red stick and straw sandals. ”

Speaking of this, Hong Yuanhao also pointed at me and said, "You are a seedling of a white paper fan." With a little training, you can conquer without a fight. ”

"Hehe, my brother has won the prize. I was a little embarrassed by the compliment, and my face flushed.

"Then it's straw sandals. Straw sandals must be special and good at dealing with people. In addition to recruiting people for the team and helping to call people, you must also have a wide range of contacts. How long a gang can be peaceful mainly depends on how strong the straw sandals are. ”

Hong Yuanhao said slowly, "It may not be needed in other schools, but in Eleventh Middle School, as long as you want to mix, red sticks, straw shoes, and white paper fans are indispensable." ”

I was stunned, I don't know when I got involved with the word 'mix'. was asked for protection money by Zhou Yi and humiliated in public. Being bullied by Ma Liang and Wang Shuai on campus seems to have happened yesterday.

In a blink of an eye, the boy who saw his crush being harassed, but didn't dare to stand up, seemed to be really gone.

Hong Yuanhao chatted with us for more than two hours tonight before he reluctantly left. I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, pondering over and over again what Hong Yuanhao said. Am I really a white paper fan? Am I a bastard now? What should I do next?

Soon these questions were accompanied by sleep, to hell.