When they heard this, everyone in the private room giggled, even Huang Zhiqiang couldn't help laughing, that laughter was even more despicable than the devils of the Japanese country, so despicable that people hated it to the core.

When He Boming heard this, he was so ashamed that he almost had the heart to die, this is the student he taught? This kid really gave up from the beginning to the end, and the heart of the Buddha is a snake! Alas, the human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant, and the human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant! I just wish this kid his old life. He Boming kept sighing in his heart.

"What? Did you pee on him? When you peed... Why does his stomach hurt?" Huang Zhiqiang's face was stunned, and he asked again.

"Huang Gongzi, I also put some laxatives in his bottle, so his stomach will hurt. Huang Mao stopped laughing and explained very seriously.

"Oh, and there are laxatives, so it's no wonder my teacher's stomach hurts. Huang Zhiqiang muttered in a low voice, and said to He Boming again: "Teacher He, since this is the case, then you can go to the bathroom to relieve yourself, and your stomach will not hurt when you pull it out." ”

"Huang Zhiqiang, you, you're too much!" He Boming rubbed his little belly with one hand and pointed at Huang Zhiqiang with the other, looking very angry.

The yellow-haired young man and a few gangsters walked up to He Boming, dragged this cultural person who was quite good in the school, but was embarrassed in front of them, and pulled him outside the private room.

Huang Zhiqiang returned to the sofa, lay down limply, and then lit a cigarette and smoked.

Sunshine Hotel is a good hotel in Haicheng District, each room is equipped with luxuriously decorated toilets, and there are also four-star standard public toilets on each floor and in the hall. But these bastards took He Boming to the backyard of the hotel in a daze.

The backyard of the hotel is very wide and long, there are a lot of sundries piled up in it, it does not look so clean and tidy, there are warehouses inside, and staff dormitories, mainly for the hotel's service staff and handymen.

There is a communal toilet around the corner of the warehouse, which is not small, but the manure tank is open, but fortunately, there are anti-odor measures around the manure tank, so when pedestrians walk to the backyard, they don't smell anything.

"He Boming, if you have diarrhea, go to this toilet! In the hotel bathroom, you will scare away the guests!" Huang Mao pulled He Boming to the door of the toilet and pushed him in.

He Boming didn't have to pick either, his stomach hurt badly right now, and he was indeed in a hurry, so he rushed into the toilet, found a pit at random, unbuckled his trouser belt, and flew up in a daze.

"Hmm... Comfortable... It seems that this kid didn't put poison in it. He Boming's heart finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"He Boming, are you alright?" Huang Mao, who was outside the toilet, took out a Great China cigarette from his pocket, and after being lit by a gangster with a jackal brand lighter, he took a hard puff and asked loudly into the toilet.

"It's not already!" He Boming replied loudly.

Of course, you have to stay in the toilet for a while, once you go out, will you still give Lao Tzu good fruits to eat? He Boming took out his mobile phone from his pocket while making calculations in his heart. Damn, dare to deal with Lao Tzu like this? See if Lao Tzu doesn't call the school police to clean up you bastards!

"Are you ready?" Huang Mao took another hard puff of his cigarette, sucking out the sparks from the cigarette butt.

"It's all ready, it's all set. A thug trotted to Huang Mao's side, stretched out his hand and handed him a few dozen Liuyang Hua Mengshi brand guns with excellent waterproof performance, and replied with a smile.

"Hmm...... Not bad!" Huang Mao took over the cannon battle and asked into the toilet again: "He Boming, you've been squatting for so long, are you okay?"

"Wait, wait, and you'll be fine. He Boming replied.

Huang Mao smiled, and hurriedly walked to the manure tank behind the toilet, from the direction of He Boming's voice just now, he had already found the location of He Boming's squatting pit, so he took out a dozen cannons, lit it, and threw it into the manure tank where He Boming's squatting pit was located, and then ran away without looking back.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

In a matter of seconds, there was a loud noise in the manure tank.

The feces were immediately lifted up and splashed on He Boming's buttocks.

"Oops!"

"Damn, these bastards, playing such a trick!" He Boming shouted, and was about to pull up his pants, but at this time he realized that he didn't even have tissue paper, if he didn't wipe it clean, how could he wear his pants?

Fuck the three-seventy-two, run out and talk about it.

He Boming didn't think much about it, and immediately pulled up his pants in a panic, and the trouser belt was not tied, so he rushed out while holding his belt, and scolded while rushing back.

"Huang Mao, let me play too!" A thug took a dozen cannonballs from Huang Mao's hand, lit them with the cigarette in his mouth, and immediately entered the door of the toilet.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

The artillery exploded again.

The cannon battle is an A-level warrior brand firecracker, which is incomparably powerful, and the sound of the explosion seems to be able to shock people's ears to the point of losing hearing, and even injure people.

Before He Boming ran to the door of the toilet, he was frightened by the explosion and retreated.

He couldn't control the anger in his heart anymore, and scolded outside: "You ruffians and hooligans, such despicable methods, you can't die well!"

"Ahh

"Come on, brothers, you all have fun with it!"

Yellow Fur smiled again and distributed the cannon to all the horses in the yard.

The horses got the artillery and gathered around the toilet one by one, all of them lit cigarettes in their hands, ready to light the bombs in their hands at any time.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

After one of the gangsters threw the lit cannonball into the manure pit, another thug set the other gunfire on fire and threw it into the toilet.

The sound of a crackling horn exploded from the toilet one after another.

"They are all bastards who can't die well! They are all bastards who don't clean up! See if I don't send you to prison!" He Boming scolded for a while, and his previous style of being a teacher disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm the third-year group leader...... Sunshine Hotel, send someone over, I've been kidnapped!" He Boming was so frightened in the toilet that he was about to fly, but he didn't have wings, but fortunately, he finally dialed the phone in the school guardhouse.

", call for reinforcements!" Huang Mao gasped when he heard the call in the toilet.

"Brothers, hurry up and let go of the cannonballs, and run away!"

Huang Mao laughed and gave the final order to the horses.