Wan Feng didn't understand that they should come tomorrow like everyone else, why did they come today?

In fact, the homes of these students in the second class of the third year of high school are not far from Xiao Wu's house, the farthest is more than 30 miles of tide, and the rest are the southernmost horse farm and the students of the third, fourth, and fifth divisions.

There is a mountain between the racecourse and the 345th company and Sijitun, and the small Wu family in them is also twenty-four or five miles, except for winter, there is no need to stay in summer.

These guys don't stay at home for an extra day, so what's the hell about running here and getting cold?

"Boy, why are you just yourself?" It was Wang Hun who asked, and this thing squinted at Wan Feng, who was cleaning up the stove.

"I didn't come home for the holidays, and everyone else went home and didn't come back. ”

"What is your name in which field, which team?"

"Forty-two consecutive three-point games, my name is Wan Feng. ”

Wan Feng was very aware of the physique of these birds in the third year of high school, so he replied mildly, not giving these guys a chance to find fault.

The two guys didn't say anything more, glanced through the door a few times and went out.

After the stove was whirring, Wan Feng used a basin to heat a basin of water on the stove, and when the water was hot, he washed his feet and inserted the door to sleep on the bunk.

Wan Feng found a broken book and read it for more than an hour, and only turned off the light and went to sleep when he felt tired in his eyes.

I don't know how long it has been in the haze, and suddenly a bang woke Wan Feng from his sleep.

As soon as I put my head out of the bed, I felt the cold wind swishing into the room.

Could it be that the glass has been shattered?

Wan Feng turned on the lights and looked at the window first, the window was fine.

When I turned around, I found that the door had been kicked open, and it was wide open, and the wind was whirling from the hallway into the house.

The corridor door of the dormitory originally had two wooden doors, but last winter, I don't know if it was demolished by the sophomore or junior high school at that time, and the school was angry and didn't make a gate again.

Therefore, as soon as the door of the dormitory was opened, the wind from outside poured in without hindrance.

Wan Feng sighed, hurriedly went down to the ground and closed the door, only to find that the door plugs had been kicked open and could not be plugged in.

Wan Feng wanted to clean up the door plug and plug it in, but after cleaning up a few times, he found that the door plug was useless, so he used a wooden stumbling block to put the door on top and went back to the top bunk to sleep.

After about ten minutes, Wan Feng, who was just about to sleep, heard a dignified voice from the third year of high school, and he didn't know that it was the bastard who was running back and forth in the corridor while knocking on the bucket, and walked back and forth in the corridor for two times.

After knocking on the bucket, Wan Feng thought it was time to stop this time, but now it's almost midnight, and these bastards don't sleep.

But it hadn't been a few minutes since I closed my eyes when the door slammed again.

Because the door was blocked by Wan Feng from the inside, this time it was not kicked open, only kicked open a crack in the door about half a foot.

"Huh! "Someone made a surprised noise outside the door.

"Kick it again!"

So, with a bang, the door was finally kicked open, and then there was a sound of footsteps running towards the dormitory of the third year of high school.

Wan Feng turned on the electric light, and this time he didn't rush to close the door, but sat on the top bunk and thought about life for a while.

A minute later he put on his clothes and went down to close the door again, this time without even using a wooden stumbling bolt to top the door.

Wan Feng didn't sleep anymore, he sat on the top bunk, carrying two wooden stumbling blocks in his hands, his eyes were staring at the door, if the door was kicked open again, the wooden stumbling blocks in his hands would fly out like meteors, and he deserved to hit his head.

But after waiting for more than half an hour, nothing happened.

Just when Wan Feng thought that this time he had finally stopped, turned off the light, lay down, and was about to sleep again...

Boom!

Because there was no top door this time, the door opened with a hula, and the cold wind rushed in like a thousand horses.

Wan Feng jumped off the bunk with a wooden stumbling block, came to the door of the third year of high school, raised his leg and kicked on the door.

It was also a bang, but the difference was that it was not the door of the No. 1 dormitory but the door of the No. 2 dormitory.

He practiced poking his feet, and the strength of his legs was much greater than that of ordinary people, and when he kicked his chest violently in anger, the wooden door was kicked off by his kick, and the door fell into the house crookedly.

The lights were on in the dormitory of the third year of high school, and there were about eight or nine people in the room.

At this time, the people in the room looked at Wan Feng in surprise, they seemed to be unprepared for being kicked in by others.

Wan Feng stood at the door with a wooden stumbling block in one hand, and swept around the room with a cold gaze.

"Which brute-bitched bastard kicked the door of my dormitory? Come out! Lao Tzu promises not to kill you!"

No one in the room made a sound.

"I'll say it again, which one has a mother who doesn't have a mother's education to kick my door, aren't all people in the third year of high school quite bull-nosed, I'll see who it is when I come out?"

Wan Feng thought that the senior in high school would rush up and beat him up like thunder, but they were very good at beating one in a group.

He was ready, if these people rushed over, he would block the door and cut one by one, as long as they couldn't rush out, he would have nothing to fear.

But nothing, no one came forward to fight him for 300 rounds, and no one came out to talk to him.

One by one, they just looked at him dumbfoundedly.

Could it be that he was shocked by Lao Tzu's overlord spirit?

"It's too late now, so we'll see you tomorrow, and I'll see you tomorrow. ”

Wan Feng retreated to the hallway, returned to the dormitory, closed the door, and blocked the door again with a wooden stumbling block.

This time he did not sleep on the top bunk, but sat by the stove, and whenever anyone kicked the door, he rushed out and knocked it with a wooden stumbling.

But nothing happened until dawn.

Isn't this a rush in the third year of high school, how is this like a shrunken turtle? This doesn't match their usual style of painting?

What these guys are best at is that a group of people beat up a person during a war, how can they be honest this time?

Or are those powerful people in the third year of high school not here?

Just now, Wan Feng remembered the people in the dormitory of the third year of high school, Cao Guancheng and Wang Hun were not here, and the rest were all following others to play the role of coaxing the seedlings.

Even if you follow the coaxing, shouldn't there be no movement?

The really powerful guys in the third year of high school are Ge Shengren and He Yan, who live in the fifth big family.

He Yan's elder brother He Wei is still working as an accountant in Wan Feng's forty-second company, and he is also a master with a thorny head, plus Cao Guancheng and Wang Hun.

These guys are not here, and these high school juniors in the dormitory have no backbone?

At seven o'clock, Wan Feng locked the door of the dormitory and came to the workshop.

Zhang Xuan quickly saw that Wan Feng had an ugly look on his face.

"What's wrong? Look at the ugly look on your face?"

Isn't it ugly to be paralyzed, Lao Tzu slept for less than two hours a night, and it is strange that his face can look good.

"It's nothing, the dormitory door was broken last night, leaking and frozen. ”

Wan Feng made up a lie, he didn't want Zhang Xuan to feel sorry for himself.

If she told the truth, she would definitely be distressed.