Time, noon. Location: Lunch break in a classroom in No. 3 Middle School.

Prince Long looked at a martial arts novel. Excited. It's like going back to the old days of swords and swords. Only listen to the three voices. A dark-skinned student boy is kicked in through the door. I saw a few yellow-haired people walking into the third class with black lines on their faces. Huang Mao, the leader, deliberately looked at the class above his head. He said in a dumb voice: I am Huang Mao from Class 7. I'll take it.

Taizilong is a member of the third class and a member of the disciplinary committee. He sighed and thought to himself: It's been a bad year lately.

You stand up, and the prince dragon flips back in the air. The action is wonderful. The figures staggered and came to the side of the man who was beaten. His voice was deep, but unmistakable. The man who was beaten covered his face with an angry face, as if it was a volcano that was about to erupt.

My name is Blackskin. Blackskin muttered to himself, a line of tears that made him incredibly powerful with anger. No one can overcome anger, and certainly no one will be the enemy of anger. Huang Mao naturally didn't want to do this, and he laughed out loud suddenly. The laughter was ugly and harsh. The corners of Coke's mouth were raised, and he said softly: The third class is nothing more than that. You come here with this black skin, you don't come to see you, you beat you once, are you afraid? Cola knows the art of war very well, and playing outside is fierce, accurate, and ruthless. In addition, it is nothing more than coercion and temptation.

Prince Long said to the black skin leaning on the corner of the wall: When people are angry, you must pay attention to two points: first, do not speak evil words to hurt people, and second, do not reveal secrets out of anger. That's what Bergan said. If you cower at home, no one can help you. Prince Long's words have a long artistic conception and are intriguing.

Several people who were also dyed with yellow hair laughed loudly, and one of them said proudly: You really don't know what to do, our third class eldest brother Huang Mao is a neighbor with Brother Shi, who is quite good outside. One by one, one of you will be counted as one, and join our third class. Strive to get good results in the Red Stick selection. It's just a fox and a fake tiger, and it's just a bully.

A sneer and a sigh came from inside the classroom. I dare to wave the flag in our classroom, I really don't know who gave you leopard guts. Contemptible people. Just look at his red clothes being raised by the falling wind, there is a feeling of falling from the sky, the placket of the red shirt is fiery red, slightly revealing the milky white middle coat, a few strands of black silk blocking the phoenix eyes, the cherry red lips are smiling under the high hanging nose, the cold air and laughter in the eyes are flashing, which makes people feel cold and gentle in white clothes: his hair like flowing water flashes a faint thin light in the moonlight, and the slender fingers support the tree slightly The sadness in his eyes adds a pen to him, the red clothes overlap, such as a lotus flower, the bitter smile on the lips makes people feel distressed, and the silent feeling is like a lonely fallen leaf, indifferent。 Although he was not tall, his voice was shocking. His red clothes were blown by the breeze, and he looked particularly elegant.

You are the big color brother in red, who slashed thirteen people outside the school in a row. A yellow-haired face at the junction of urban and rural areas suddenly became a little gloomy, and his eyes kept shaking. It's like thinking about something. I saw Huang Mao spit and said: Others are afraid of your big color brother, but my Huang Mao is mixed with Brother Shi. Don't make up these useless things, and cut thirteen people in a row. I really don't know what to do.

Little yellow hair, don't talk to your brother**. Do you want to touch your brother? Dase's eyes glared, and a thick brake came to his face, and he was well-informed even if he was surrounded by yellow hair. I've seen a lot of the world. In this momentum, he finally lost a chip.

Let's go, and give you this thin noodle today. Huang Mao waved his hand, ready to leave the third shift. He came to the door today, and it can be regarded as a victory. Spreading this news can add some good reputation. As for Dase's provocation, he simply ignored it.

Prince Long pursed his lips, and his heart was clear: this yellow hair is a coercion who bullies the weak and is afraid of the hard. His gaze swept to Huang Mao, looking at the two henchmen next to him. So he walked straight to the podium. Picked up the microphone. Hey, hey, can you hear me? Prince Long tried the microphone and began the endless **: everyone came to the third shift on the first day, and they were not very familiar with each other. First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Prince Long. Still a baby. But there was a stupid yellow hair standing at the doorway, and Xiao Yu's hand was standing down. Made an international gesture. Huang Mao's footsteps couldn't help but stop. Huang Mao looked at the prince dragon who shrugged his shoulders on the podium and looked at it secretly.

Look at what to see, stupid hanging. Xiao Yu snorted, his heart was happy, and his thoughts were very smooth. Just three or two cats of all sizes want to plant flags in the third class, it is really an old birthday star hanging, and he is tired of it. Huang Mao scolded and scolded: Prince Long, you are very closed. It's the same as 2580,000. Do you think it's awesome to do a big job? Don't leave after school, wait at the school gate. I think you still have a few more awesomes. There is also that big color brother, whoever loses this battle will decide who belongs. You can shake the outside team. Just to see if you can have the last laugh. After saying that, Huang Mao swayed his sexy dance steps. I slipped and jumped out of the door.

At the school gate, there is a group appointment, and there is no sign up for our class. Prince Long sighed and smiled: Good students don't go, I feel that I can play in the third middle school in the future. Anyway, you may not have heard of the name of my prince dragon, but I can fight very well. As the saying goes, the great truth of heaven and earth is the greatest, what is the truth. In this is the fist.

Da Se shook his head, looked at Prince Long and said: Don't you know that the name is not right. I'm one of the big colors. But when will the flag be chosen? It's really boring. Dase clenched his fists. Glance at the class. No one spoke for a long time, as if it was cold.

A bunch of coercion. Dase said contemptuously.

A chattering discussion began in the class, and Dase felt that his authority had been seriously challenged. He roared angrily, echoing for a long time like a lion's roar: Everyone here is garbage, a yellow hair can bluff you like this, fucking old boys look at it in vain.

Presumptuous, a short teenager sitting in the corner said with a grin. I don't deduct credits when I fight in the third middle school, and I don't fight in vain. Count me in as a Q boy.

Q boy, you really have to help that prince dragon get ahead. The handsome guy wearing a hat next to him said eagerly: That yellow hair is just a useless thing, but that Brother Shi. It used to be Lan Xiang's, and it was much more awesome than Qingfang. If you really want to touch us, we're weak. And that prince dragon also hit a big foot. There's something going on all over me.

Q Tsai patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: Arwen, do you see that our classmates want to help each other, everyone's big mouths have been pumped. It is clear that the carriage and horses are going to step on our three shifts. I really think that the entire third middle school is the most closed in his tattoo history. He has been graduating from tattoos for a few years and is still mixed in this area, and he can have a few hangings in society. Arwen nodded and shook his head, he whispered: But fighting is always bad. But my mom said that I was studying to have a good relationship with my classmates.

That's right, you have to listen to your mother, Ah Wen grinned and said to Prince Long: Count me Brother Wen. Prince Long smiled kindly and stepped off the podium. There is a manly smell between the hands and feet. , the female classmates in the class looked at the prince dragon. A look of fascination.

Hey, Brother Long. You're really going to have to fight with that Class 7 guy after school. A girl pushed the prince and asked eagerly. She pushed and pulled, clearly crossing the distance between men and women. When Prince Long was asked by her like this, he was a little proud in his heart. Today, whether it's a dry fight, or the tone of yin and yang, it's like a peacock opening the screen to show his handsome and heroic side in front of the girl.

Yes, this yellow hair has a little relationship and is getting struggling everywhere. It's simply a new generation of traitors. I am the righteous party, and a gentleman does not deceive him. I'm going to destroy him on behalf of the moon. Rubbing the girl's head and stroking her hair. I was filled with emotion:. It's just that Huang Mao said that it was okay to let him call the outside team. He chuckled and remembered a phone call. This person has been playing since he was a child, but he gradually lost contact with him later. He's the swordsman he knows. So he wrote a text message and sent it. Then continue to talk and laugh with the cat's life. Romantic.

Class 7, back row.

Huang Mao looked at a Japanese romance action novel coldly, and then passed a note with a crooked statement that said that the decisive battle with the third class was written crookedly. Brother Shi watched the battle in person. Everyone participated enthusiastically. The note spread from east to west, and gradually passed to a girl. That girl's name is Xiaoyu,

Delicate black long hair, often draped over the shoulders, slightly soft, sometimes loose counting long hair, showing a different style, suddenly from mature to cute, people new love and pity, white skin like a freshly peeled egg, big eyes flashing as if they can speak, small red lips and the white of the skin, more distinct, a pair of small dimples evenly distributed on both sides of the cheeks, a shallow smile, dimples looming on the cheeks, lovely as a fairy.

Xiao Yu looked at the note mischievously, pushed the table curiously and said with a smile: Let's go to see a good show after school.

Ding, ding. The bell rang for the end of class. Prince Long, Da Se, Q Zai, and Ah Wen walked towards the school gate. Da Se covered his stomach and said: Why don't we the guy and go out like this? I'm afraid I'll be cut and fed to the dogs.

Idiot, Prince Long looked at Da Se with a hook: Do you really think it's the old boy in the nineties, now is not the era of righteousness, what is stronger than soldiers and horses, who has more people, more money, and more relationships. A group of students can have a few bars closed. After that, he shook his head and walked straight to the school gate.

At this time, the black-skinned wind and dust ran over, holding a dark brick in his hand, and a look of deep hatred on his face: Pick that star, I will kill Huang Mao.

Courage is commendable, Q Tsai shook his head: I don't know how many people the yellow hair shakes, this war is really exciting.

Brother Huang Mao, those boys came out. A little brother who inquired about intelligence was sharp-eyed, and at a glance saw Prince Long and a few people in his party, and found them out in the crowd after school. At this time, the sky seemed to be a little darker. He hurriedly walked into a bubble tea shop next to the school to ventilate the news.

There is a small courtyard inside the bubble tea shop, and on the left hand side of the small courtyard, there is a place similar to a book bar, where there are bookshelves, a lot of old books, and some complete sets, a little feeling. There were more than a dozen people drinking tea and chatting in the open-air courtyard. There is a window in the small courtyard facing the school gate.

There were three or two people sitting in the courtyard playing cards, and one of them was Brother Shi who was tattooed with nine dragons, he was naked, revealing his domineering tattoos. Standing next to you, or squatting with a group of students. One by one, hanging a cigarette, a delinquent teenager.

Damn, this is a golden flower. Brother Shi's eyes rolled straight, looking extremely cunning. Sitting opposite him was a long hair that covered his eyes, and he snorted coldly: Tattoo history, if you want to be a golden flower. I'm Shun Kim. With a thousand. His eyes narrowed, showing full confidence.

Long-haired male, you think you are the god of gambling Gao Jin. Tattoo Shi glanced at Huang Mao beside him and smiled: Huang Mao, your brother Shi treats you well. Look at the carriage and horses that have been set up for you today, and the people who are carrying them. Don't say too much, you also have points in your own heart. I'm with a thousand. said exaggeratedly, opened his arms and smiled: I have smelled the smell of Grandpa Mao.

Add a thousand and you'll open. The long-haired male shook his head, and the card was directly opened and thrown out. 234, all the same. He turned his head and looked at Huang Mao with interest: In addition to letting you get out of the car, your eldest brother will also lose money. You've spent a lot of money with him these past few months. Do you want to think about it and come with me.

Hearing this, the tattoo history kicked the table away. scolded and said: I heard that those boys came out. Let's go, let's go block them. Huang Mao's heart is also very clear: this long-haired male is a real social person, hob meat. And the tattooed male is not as good as him. But he is kind-hearted, and he has no bad intentions for people.