Two hundred and sixty-five dagger afternoon tea

When a man suddenly appears in front of everyone, and the sentry guarding the door does not hear a word. The person who came did not speak or reply, but watched quietly, listening to the angry scolding and shouting of the crowd, and then there was a storm of wind. This also proves the truth that those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come.

It's so brave and ruthless, fist talk is their specialty, but in the face of a person who doesn't even need 3 minutes, they all knock them to the ground, and they can't get up, and it only takes 3 strokes to spread it on everyone, which can no longer be described as a master------ those who are brave and ruthless will naturally become an ornament. The more such people are, the more they understand how miserable the fate of a person will be if he loses any ability to resist.

"They're all locals, and if you look up and don't look down, I, I know your uncle? ”

"Yes, yes, I, we all know your father, and we've been drinking before. ”

"Yes, yes, your father's name is Jung Seong-hyun, right?"

The original arrogance and strength have now turned into flattery and weakness. At this time, seeing the wind makes the rudder, and the mouth is like a hanging river is the best response. As long as there is still a little chance, especially if the other party can speak, you can know the occurrence and solution of "misunderstanding".

"My family is small, so I can't accommodate so many of you, and besides, my family, my parents are just ordinary farmers, and I can't stand the fright of the future. After basically finishing the work, Zheng Xuanqi pulled a wooden stool, sat on it, and then took the dozen or so daggers he had collected in his hand, and said leisurely, "So I came uninvited." It's just that I prefer to nip the threat in the bud, and sometimes it's convenient for me to be convenient with others, so why bother!"

Zheng Xuanqi's tone was very calm and indifferent, as if he was saying something normal, but this cold and faint feeling made everyone know that he was going to deal with that night, he was not a dumb person, but a dinosaur pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. When did the Zheng family come out with such a number one person? How old is he, by the way, he has just entered middle school. The aura of the city-level three-good students has long been spread in the local towns and villages, and no one is envious of any parent!

It turned out that the few people who were yelling at him at the beginning didn't take them seriously at all, just because they didn't want to waste their tongues------ and at this time everyone also found a problem (combined with Zheng Xuanqi's words just spoke): Zheng Xuanqi sitting on the wooden bench, his clothes, pants, and dress are very special; Dressed in a black tights, the material of which is not at all available on the ordinary market, and by the way, he actually wears gloves------- anyone who understands the meaning understands who would do this.

Zheng Xuanqi picked up the dagger one after another, and the sharp dagger cut through the white glove, but he couldn't break through the skin that was as thin as paper and covered by all the qi; He didn't pay any attention to the dozen or so strong adult men who were lying or lying in pain.

"You wait, I'll fucking remember you, Zheng Xuanqi. A strong man with a twisted face leaning in front of the plank suddenly shouted fiercely, "Fuck ------" There is no shortage of brains and roots in this society, but he was stuck before he finished his next words.

"Biaoqiang, shut up for me!"

"Silly Qiang, shut the fuck!"

Two of the people lying on the ground reacted faster, shouting almost in unison. suddenly overshadowed the strong man's scolding, and at the same time, the person closest to him also reacted, grabbed the thing next to him and was about to smash it (looking for death, you can't take everyone with you), but the item in his hand just grabbed it, and the words that came out of his mouth changed, "Be careful!"

Only two sounds of "ding" and "ooh" were heard, and a broken dagger was accurately tied to the plank on the side of Biao Qiang's neck, which almost flew past his neck.

"Wait, wait. The two men who shouted to shut up hurriedly turned their heads.

It was this dagger, in front of everyone's eyes, its fate was broken, and the crisp sound immediately made the scene eerily quiet, only a little cool breeze blew slightly, proving that it was a bystander. You must know that the person who is going to scold Zheng Xuanqi, the position where he sits is still nearly 5 meters away from Zheng Xuanqi, plus the night sky tonight, dark as ink------ full moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival suddenly learned to be the bride before the marriage tonight, reserved and shyly hid in the boudoir, not daring to come out. At the same time, daggers, they are not inferior plastic, or wooden chopsticks, they are murder weapons made of steel, high-carbon steel.

"Ding, ding, ding------" The sound of the dagger breaking one after another was like a magic spell, and each sound smashed into the hearts of a dozen men, stirring their tense nerves and whipping the weak will of these people. The fierce and scolding stupid Qiang did not die, but in the terrifying scene just now, although everyone did not see clearly how Zheng Xuanqi threw the dagger, whether he raised his head or not, everyone could see it clearly. At this moment, a dozen or so people may not have thought that they have not listened to someone's words so seriously and attentively in their lives, and their ears are more towering like the rabbits that warn.

"This is scrap iron, ding, this one is useless, ding, this one is good-looking, it's just a little brittle, ding, this is jet black, ugly is ugly, but it's really good, take advantage of it! Well, who are you with this? Xu Xiaochu?" Zheng Xuanqi finally picked out a dagger with a black body, simple appearance, but no fancy from the dozen or so that was inserted on the ground, and Zheng Xuanqi chose to break the others, and then raised his head and asked in a certain direction.

"Yes, it's mine, heh, hehe, if you like it, you, you can take it!" Xu Xiaochu replied tremblingly. And at this time, he hadn't recalled, how could Zheng Xuanqi know.

"Hong Kong, Guangdong, I thought that when I arrived in my hometown, I would be quieter when I went to junior high school, but I was choked on cold water. Zheng Xuanqi seemed to like Xu Xiaochu's acquaintance very much, and asked, "In addition to you in the western suburbs now, what other groups of people are there? Jiangxi people, Anhui people?"

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"Milk, bread, biscuits, ------ these?" Zhang Yanmei, the head teacher of Class 6, looked at the carton of milk and a large bag of items (basically empty) on the table, and couldn't help asking. I didn't have any of this food the other day.

"It was brought by Xiaochen and Xiaohu, and it was said that Xuan Qi instructed them! This is only the first day, and there will be in the future, saying that they are now at the stage when their bodies need the most nutrients at this age, and afternoon tea must follow! Pan Shiren acted as a narrator and said.

"Hong Kong, I forgot him, some time ago, well, I went to Guangzhou alone at a young age, which is close to Hong Kong, no wonder, it's not easy! It's just that this cost? Do his parents know?" Zhang Yanmei's question was a common problem among other teachers, and she couldn't help but say.

"This, I really have to answer Xiaochen and Xiaohu!" Pan Shiren walked up to Zheng Xuanchen and smiled.

"Hello teachers! My brother has contacted a special vendor, and every day at this time, he will send a batch of dairy products, pastries, bread and other things over, and they will definitely be of good quality and quantity, and they are all branded! Today, because of time and arrangement, I bought some with Yanhu temporarily. As for the cost, my brother said that he himself is a "local tyrant", and "local tyrants" should have the consciousness of "local tyrants" and need to be "communist"!" Zheng Xuanchen got up and said calmly, "These things, my parents let my brother decide, they will not interfere, and the three of us also listen to my brother." Between the words, there is no fear of rural primary school students, and they are very confident and proud.

"If I reveal my brother to me, my hundreds of years of money have now become a lot of zeros, and it won't scare you to death!" Zheng Xuanchen secretly thought, although he didn't understand what his brother said that he was completely financially free, what it meant, it should be like today's parents, don't worry about the family's expenses, but, anyway, now that he is still young, he can't use so much money, and his brother also promised himself that when he goes to junior high school, he will teach that "finance" , the knowledge ------- of money will also have the same plan as today's extracurricular review materials, systematic, scientific, rigorous, and confidential!

"Local tyrant", the teachers naturally don't know another interpretation of this word after 20 years, but in this era when the wind of reform is blowing high, for the ordinary people in third-tier cities, it is enough to extend a thumbs up and praise, if the thinking is a little left-minded, they will definitely feel that Zheng Xuanqi's political consciousness is high!

Before going to school, he came to my place to talk for a while, during which he talked about how your afternoon tea was solved? I also wondered, everyone went back in the afternoon, of course the afternoon tea went home, and the dinner was solved, how else could it be solved; but today it seems that hehehe! We may also have a good mouth. A middle-aged man who came out of nowhere said with a smile.

"Headmaster, why are you coming down too!", "Hello Headmaster!" "Hello Headmaster!" Zhang Yanmei, Pan Shiren and other teachers asked in unison.

Among the voices of the 'greetings', there are naturally children's voices from the students one after another.

"Hello students, you have worked hard, and during this time, my teachers and I have seen it in our eyes and are happy in our hearts. As long as you take the lead and persist in this good habit, so as to create an atmosphere of self-management, learning together, and you catching up, and then promote and expand the team, then our freshmen will become the best class in the past. This is not only the glory of our school, but also the glory of your team, and it will live up to the expectations of your parents!" Fu Jianguo said with joy in his heart.

Feng Shui takes turns, and this year comes to my house. In the past few days, Fu Jianguo's heart has been like a honey pot, sweet. The original worries about Zheng Xuanqi not coming to school have long been cleared up on the premise that he had a "full score" again, and the troubles of the "student union officer" who shirked were also thrown out of the sky under the development of things in the past few days. If the only thing that doesn't go well, it's his daughter Fu Hongxue, who graduated from Zhejiang University, alas, what a good opportunity!