After lunch, Han Ye left the cafeteria and returned to the dormitory, just turned on the computer, and his butt was still hot.

A boy with a rather abstract appearance, twisting two chicken legs, walked and gnawed into the door.

The boy was dark and thin, with pimples all over his face, and his pale blue T-shirt was dangling on his body.

His food appearance was quite ugly, as if he was reincarnated as a starving ghost, gobbling up, and his mouth was full of oil.

Probably because he was eating too attentively, he walked all the way to the middle of the house before he discovered Han Ye's existence.

The boy couldn't help but be stunned, a large piece of chicken suddenly stuck in his throat, and he didn't swallow it, choking him only to stare.

"Foodie, don't be so excited to see me. Han Ye laughed and walked over to help him pat him on the back.

This boy's real name is Zhou Weicheng, and he has been a classmate since high school, and he has been a tablemate for a year.

The two smell the same, sympathize with each other, fight with people together, skip class together to surf the Internet, and are scolded by the teacher together.

Now that I am admitted to NTU, I am in the same dormitory, and the relationship is naturally iron on iron.

Zhou Weicheng loves chicken legs, nicknamed foodie, and he is indeed a typical foodie, delicious can eat, but he is not fat, although he looks desperate, but this window opened by God makes many girls envious.

Zhou Weicheng finally swallowed the piece of chicken and shouted loudly: "Didn't you go on a trip? Why did you come back suddenly?"

"There were so many people there that it was cancelled at the last minute. Han Ye casually found a reason.

The matter of the expedition, his uncle had told him to keep it secret, and he never mentioned it to anyone.

"By the way, what about Zhang Dashao and Xueba?"

"One picks up girls, one goes home. Zhou Weicheng briefly explained the whereabouts of the other two members of the dormitory, and quickly eliminated a chicken leg.

"You eat slowly, no one will rob you. Han Ye was about to make fun of his appearance, when there was a "bang", the dormitory door was kicked open vigorously, and the four boys rushed in fiercely.

The leader is nearly one meter nine tall, with a strong body, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and there is no fat on his body.

The three men behind him were all in good shape, except that one of them had a bandage on his head.

Han Ye took a closer look, and it turned out to be the ruffian man who had been repaired by him just now.

As for the person who took the lead, it must be Hong Hao, the captain of the school's sanda team.

Han Ye was slightly surprised, there were many students on the main campus of NTU, and the ruffian man found out the address of his dormitory so quickly, and he had quite a means.

Zhou Weicheng was eating well, and he didn't have the slightest psychological preparation, so he couldn't help but be startled: "What are you doing? Won't you be civilized when you enter the door?"

"Get out of the way! there's nothing to do with you here!" Hong Hao stretched out his hand and pushed Zhou Weicheng to the side, pushing him away, and half of the uneaten chicken leg suddenly fell to the ground.

"Are you sick! What kind of nerves do you have when you run our dormitory?" Zhou Weicheng looked at the chicken leg that fell to the ground, and his nose and eyebrows were twisted together in distress.

"Who do you say is sick? Do you say it again? Lao Tzu will give you a scoop immediately!" Hong Hao pointed at Zhou Weicheng's nose and roared viciously.

Zhou Weicheng blushed with anger, clenched his fists, and was about to open his mouth to scold, when Han Ye suddenly interjected: "Foodie, they are here to find me, you go out first, and I will compensate you when the chicken leg turns back." ”

As he spoke, he gave Zhou Weicheng a look and motioned for Zhou Weicheng to go out first to avoid being affected.

Hong Hao is the captain of Nanda Sanda, and his strength is strong, if he really starts to do it, Zhou Weicheng will definitely become a sandbag in a second.

Zhou Weicheng was mistaken, thinking that he wanted him to go out to save the soldiers, so he glanced at Hong Hao resentfully, turned around and rushed out of the dormitory.

Hong Hao pursed his lips disdainfully, then turned his head and looked at Han Ye coldly, and asked:

"Are you Han Ye?"

"That's right. What's the matter with me?" Han Ye asked knowingly.

"What's the matter? You beat my brother like this, and what are you asking, you're stupid!"

Han Ye spread his hands innocently and said, "I really don't want to hit him." But he cried and shouted and begged me to beat, but if he didn't beat him, he was itchy all over, and I saw that he was so pitiful that he had to meet his request, and there were many people who could testify for me. ”

The ruffian man scolded angrily: "Fuck your shit! Who would be so cheap! Crying and shouting and begging you to beat!"

"Of course it's you, who else but you? To be honest, it's the first time I've met you like this when I'm so old. ”

The ruffian man was so angry that his forehead was bruised, and Hong Hao's face was gloomy.

He waved his hand to stop the ruffian man from arguing meaninglessly, and then said coldly to Han Ye: "You don't give me a poor tongue." I'll give you two paths. First, serve tea and pour wine for my brother, apologize, and take 5,000 yuan out as medical expenses. ”

Second, we'll clean you up. What did you beat my brother to, we'll double it back. Which one do you choose?"

"I don't like fights. Han Ye sighed, "But the problem is, I have a sling." If you don't have money, you have to die. Do you want to fight alone or in a group?"

Hong Hao looked at Han Ye contemptuously, and said with a sneer: "You really don't know whether you live or die, and you are shameless." Single-handedly? Just because you're qualified to go head-to-head with me? What are you?"

The ruffian man also hurriedly greeted him: "That is, what is the identity of our captain? Provincial Sanda Champion!

Han Ye actually didn't care whether he was a heads-up or a group fight, but the other party belittled himself like this and didn't fight back, it didn't fit his character.

So, he said lazily: "If you don't dare, you don't dare, don't make so many excuses." Hong Hao, I heard that you have been practicing martial arts since you were a child, and you are still a master of sanda, but you didn't expect to deal with me, and you actually asked your younger brother to support you, and you are not afraid of losing your family's face when you spread it?"

"Don't do this! I'm not afraid of losing face, and I'm not afraid of other people's jokes! I just rely on the fact that there are many people, I want to be beaten in groups, and I want more people to bully less! Do you have an opinion?" Hong Hao's face flashed, obviously already angry, "I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm here to bully you this time! The harder I bully you, the more miserable it is, the happier I am!"

The ruffian man and the other two boys, who also sang and harmonized, sneered at Han Ye, eager to reduce Han Ye to the dust:

"You say it's a one-on-one one-on-one, you're a bird, we're a lot of people now, why should we go head-to-head with you?"

"Yes. It is natural for more people to bully fewer people. Do you have an opinion, do you have an opinion, put it in the toilet!"

"We just want to beat you up, if you have the ability, you can also pull people to come! You also come to bully us! We welcome to be bullied, and we are very ......happy."

Before the boy finished speaking, Zhou Weicheng suddenly shouted in the corridor outside the dormitory.

Dense footsteps suddenly sounded.

More than a dozen or twenty classmates in Han Ye's class rushed out of the neighborhoods like a tide, blocking the door, and staring at Hong Hao and the others with unkind eyes.