"4,000 yuan, I want to go to the sea fairy mountain to book a box, which bird goods from the ravine do you have? Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Long Ya scolded a few words and said: "Tonight, I will call the whole class to go to the 'Water Light Bar' on the East Campus, where there are many horses, it's good to cheat, the beer pipe is enough, and you will drink it all until you vomit." If you make an appointment with a beautiful woman, I don't cover the cost of opening a room. ”

Several of the boys laughed very lewdly. The "boys in the class" in Long Ya's mouth are supposed to exclude Song Baojun and Tan Qingkai.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the door slammed open and slammed against the wall, and then reverberated back, buzzing and shaking, almost falling apart.

The loud noise came suddenly, and Long Ya and the others inside the dormitory looked towards the door.

I saw Song Baojun standing shirtless at the door, and the thin and rugged ribs bulged out one by one. With his hands in his pockets, his hair was messy, his head was unconsciously tilted to the right, his eyes were swept at the people inside one by one, and the four big words "causing trouble" were written on his face. Tan Qingkai followed behind him for a distance of about half a meter, still looking cowering.

Long Ya, Deng Yanlin, Zhou Xiang, Guo Jun, and Ma Guodong are a total of five people in it.

"Go to the water bar to pick up girls, I wonder if it's my share?" Through the opposite window, half of Song Baojun's face was hidden in the shadows, and the other half of his face exposed to the sun looked even colder.

Long Ya suddenly became angry and shouted: "Stupid male army, you dare to kick Lao Tzu's door, are you looking for death?"

"What if I look for death?" Song Baojun walked in front of Long Ya, raised his chin slightly, and said word by word: "Where is the IOU? There is also the money to defraud Tan Qingkai, plus 5,000 yuan of mental damage, take it all out, I won't beat you today." ”

You look at me, I look at you, and then laugh, as if I heard the most humorous joke in the world.

"Yo, hit me? Are you stimulated today? How many bottles of aphrodisiacs did you dare to say such a thing?" Long Ya was originally sitting on a chair in the center of the dormitory chatting with everyone, and felt that Song Baojun was a little "condescending", so he wanted to get up and look at him.

As soon as he was halfway up and his waist was not straightened, Song Baojun kicked him in the stomach and said, "I just took an aphrodisiac today to poke your chrysanthemum." ”

Long Ya couldn't imagine that Song Baojun would dare to make a move, let alone that the other party would fight if he said that he would fight, without any warning beforehand, he fell away with the chair at once, tripped the chair leg under his feet, and sat down fiercely.

Song Baojun's thinking has completely accepted the domination of the violent personality, the adrenaline in his body instantly soared tenfold, and his heart rate increased from the usual beating of 72 times per minute (the result of the physical examination when entering the school) to 180 times per minute, and the movements were so fast that there was no room for thinking.

A kick was followed, followed by another kick in Long Ya's face.

Song Baojun was still wearing the pair of hard-soled metal pointed scalp shoes borrowed by Tan Qingkai, only to hear a crisp click, Long Ya's lips cracked from it, and he fell backwards, and the back of his head hit the hard cement floor, his head buzzed, and he felt a smell of metal rippling in his nose.

At this time, the rest of the people still had a mocking smile on their faces before they had time to disperse, and Tan Qingkai had just stepped into the 613 dormitory with a calm and cold expression, and when he saw this scene, his mouth immediately opened into an O-shape.

Song Baojun judged that Long Ya had not lost the ability to resist by virtue of his violent personality and experience in street fights that he could write textbooks, and then jumped up half of his body, protruded a kick in mid-air, and stomped on Long Ya's lower abdomen with the strength of his whole body from top to bottom.

Song Baojun originally weighed 115 pounds, and he has eaten a lot of weight these days, almost 120 pounds. Jumping up about half a meter from the air, according to the principle of physical gravity acceleration, the force of about 180 catties is concentrated on the heel of the right foot, and then stomps on the dragon.

"Wow......" Long Ya's half body arched, his stomach that had just eaten a full meal couldn't bear it at all, and he spewed out a stream of pasty food residue more than half a meter high in the sky.

Song Baojun had a Stephen Chow-style sideways, avoiding vomit attacks in an extremely chic manner. The filth was sprinkled in a parabola all over half of Longya's body and the ground.

At the moment when Long Ya fell to the ground, Deng Yanlin had already reacted a little, and was about to make a move, but when he saw this, he shrank back ten times faster than he got up.

But it didn't matter if he dodged like this, Song Baojun lifted the chair with his backhand and smashed it over. The old-fashioned 40-centimeter-high square low chair, made of camphor wood, weighs seven or eight pounds very handy. Just like Xue Jiayan said in "God of Food": "Good stool! The mystery is that it can be hidden in a private house, you can get it at your fingertips, and you can also sit on it to hide the killing machine, even if you are caught by the police, you can't sue you, it really deserves to be the first of the seven weapons!"

At the moment, the head of the seven weapons in Song Baojun's hand slammed into Deng Yanlin's face, almost slapping his little face into a twist.

Deng Yanlin stepped backwards, and the whole person fell into the computer desk, knocking over the main chassis, and the ashtrays, notebooks, CDs, cigarette cases, lighters, water cups, and mobile phones on the desktop were all spilled. In a hurry, he stretched out his hand and wiped it, and his face was full of blood.

The rest of Zhou Xiang, Guo Jun, and Ma Guodong didn't dare to make a move at all, they all stood stunned, their mouths open enough to be stuffed with ten tea eggs, and the panicked expressions on their faces interpreted such a message: My God, Bruce Lee has been reincarnated?

The vomit sprinkled all over the floor made the room smell fishy, and the slightly timid Ma Guodong had a fast brain, pretending to cover his nose, and hurriedly retreated to a position close to the bathroom, far away from Song Baojun, looking "none of my business".

Long Ya groaned and got up, Song Baojun grabbed his hair with his left hand and pulled half of his body hard, slapped it straight over, and smacked it on the face with an extremely crisp and loud sound: "Little rabbit, if you don't give you some color, it's still a joke." ”

Long Ya pursed his lips and swung his fist straight over. Although he was hit three times, his physique was much better than Song Baojun's, and he was holding back a vicious aura in his heart, and his fists were full of hatred, and the momentum was very fierce.

Song Baojun eagerly turned sideways to avoid it, and the hand that grabbed his hair moved forward. As the so-called four or two thousand catties of strength, he didn't spend any effort, but Long Ya plopped down into a standard posture, and he couldn't move for a while.

"You really have a kind!" Song Baojun grabbed Long Ya's head and wrenched it, and slapped it violently: "I didn't expect a liberal arts student to be as capable as you." ”

Long Ya was beaten to the ground, his mouth opened, and he spat out a broken tooth.