"Okay, let me review your constitution first. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" After waiting for a few seconds, the obscene personality jumped out again, shouting: "You are ****** simply the scum of the world! Not only do you have no brains, but your body is not of much use, you can't carry a ten-pound burden on your shoulders, and you can't hold a chicken in your hands, why are you, what are you doing in this world!"

Song Baojun was stunned and said, "Isn't it just for me to become the main body of the thirty-two personalities? Besides, Lao Tzu is not as weak as you say, at least fifty or sixty catties of burden can still be picked up." ”

The obscene personality was anxious and unbearable, and said: "In terms of fighting, you will definitely not be able to beat Longya; in terms of many people, other people's friends are ten times that of you; in terms of backers, you have a fart backer? Fear can't scare people, this situation, even if Zhuge Liang comes, there is no way." ”

Song Baojun laughed instead: "Then didn't you say before that you would clean him up?"

The obscene personality said: "Okay, the primitive stage uses primitive methods, let's fool around at will and deal with the present." ”

Not long after, Song Baojun found his broken bicycle in the maple forest, but he didn't lose it!

The car looks ugly and looks ugly to ride, even if it is taken out and sold for scrap, how can those proud people of heaven be willing to put this face? In the eyes of everyone, this car is completely a pile of garbage.

Song Baojun pedaled to a small restaurant near the dormitory area. There are more than 50,000 people on the university campus, all of whom are students with outstanding spending power, and restaurants, food stalls, karaoke halls, supermarkets, shopping malls, and hotels have already formed an industrial chain, opening all over the corner, and the business is not too good.

This restaurant is called "Xiangxiang Restaurant", the proprietress is from Huxiang Province, the attitude is very enthusiastic, and the fried dishes are cheap and affordable. Song Baojun occasionally comes to open meat when he has spare money, but most of the time he snuggles in the canteen and eats pickle porridge.

"Xiao Song, why did you come so early, didn't you have classes today?" The proprietress was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, and was slightly surprised to see Song Baojun's cowering figure. At four o'clock, it was class time, and the restaurant was deserted, and there was not a single customer.

Song Baojun said: "There is no class, the students are thinking about having a dinner, by the way, the boss, do you have any live chickens?"

"Yes, yes, do you want to cook your own food? Why don't you do it here and bring it back to the dormitory for you." The proprietress sliced the material from the cutting board with her hands and feet and glanced back at him.

"I just want to have a good time and experience the joy of cooking, how much does it cost?"

The proprietress washed her hands and said, "Hehe, I can't see that you still have this hobby, sixty yuan a piece, I just brought it from the farmers' market yesterday, and I don't make you money." "Pulled out a skinny, small necked chicken from a cardboard box at the back of the kitchen and tied its claws with a rope.

Song Baojun saw that the chicken was only two catties at best, and the goods from the farm were too expensive to sell for thirty, so he didn't care about it at the moment, and ordered sixty yuan to the proprietress to pick up the chicken and leave.

Next, I went to the supermarket and bought a kitchen knife, and then Shi Shiran returned to the dormitory.

called Tan Qingkai first, Tan Qingkai didn't wait for him to speak, and shouted first: "Ah Jun, where are you? Brother Ya said that he wanted to find someone to clean you up! Or you should take a leave of absence and go back to avoid the limelight, Brother Ya is not so easy to provoke." ”

Song Baojun carried the wings of a live chicken around to observe the environment of the dormitory bathroom, and said: "I know that he is not easy to mess with, the state has national laws and family rules, he will not beat me to death, right?"

Tan Qingkai was anxious, and said: "It's not enough to kill you, but he has a way to make you mess worse than death at school! Do you remember 'Xiao Jiangnan' last semester? He was automatically dropped out of school by Brother Ya! Even if you tell the school, it's useless." ”

"Oh......" Song Baojun pondered for a while, seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem, and said: "Otherwise, you go back to the dormitory first, and the money I owed a few days ago will be returned to you, and I don't want my high-end computer, including the audio, I will give it to you." But you've got to do me a favor. ”

Tan Qingkai's voice came from the sound of swallowing saliva: "Are you serious? But let's say it first, let me help fight, I won't do it, it's okay to help you eat for a few days, wash clothes for a few days or something." "This guy has long wanted to get an extra computer, not because Song Baojun's computer configuration is high, but because he plans to use it to play online games.

"Hehe, I definitely don't want you to fight, or you go back to the dormitory first, I have something to discuss with you. ”

……******……

Now it's the worst class ever.

After being seriously disturbed by Song Baojun, Mr. Jiang was not in a state at all, and he was in a trance like sleepwalking, and even mispronounced several typos, and when quoting, he also pressed Yuan Zhen's work "Xinggong" on Bai Juyi's head, which was a big loss of standard, and it was directly announced that it was over more than half an hour before the end of class, and he hurriedly packed up the handouts and left in a hurry.

The students looked at each other, and the classroom resounded with a buzzing discussion.

In everyone's impression, Mr. Jiang is elegant and calm. A class does not talk about the content, at least it is also organized, with equal emphasis on style and temperament, and beauty and generosity. Who doesn't say that taking her class is a supreme enjoyment?

But now, he actually made Song Baojun lose ground in a few words, and lost the demeanor that a beauty should have, which really scared fans.

The classmates said a few words, and when they saw that it was not like that, they dispersed and looked for tricks. College life is rich and colorful, and if you don't study, you can surf the Internet, fall in love, play football, go to bars, go to the library, sleep a lot, and play mahjong, so why bother to hang yourself in a class?

Long Ya watched the teacher walk out of the door, and a wave of anger immediately surged into his heart, glanced at a few of his comrades around him, and said in a low voice: "A good pot of soup, stir up a mouse! If I don't teach him a lesson this time, I'm afraid that in the future, all the frustrated men in the school will dare to show off their might in front of me." ”

A fellow party member next to him said indifferently: "Brother Ya don't be nervous, I think Song Baojun just has a nervous attack once in a while." "The same party is called Zhou Xiang, short and chubby, his face is full of pimples, he is dressed as a literary and artistic youth, with a thick bangs hairstyle on his head, a pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a red striped plaid shirt, full of **** coquettish atmosphere.

Another classmate said: "Brother Ya, I don't think it's better to let Song Baojun bleed and ask him to invite us to drink tonight." He didn't dare to complain. ”

"That's it. Long Ya clenched his fists.

After the three of them finished discussing, they rushed to the boys' dormitory in a big way.

There are not many students in the dormitory, other classes are still in normal classes, and Mr. Jiang's class is out early.

There are only about a dozen boys in the second year class of the Chinese Department, and they are arranged in three dormitories on the sixth floor, 611, 612 and 613.