It took three minutes for the staff to find the root cause of the power outage, and it turned out that the power switch was pulled down by someone else. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the auditorium was lit up again, everyone forgot that the party was only halfway through and rushed forward.

When the spotlight hit the middle of the stage, the small bench in front of the piano was empty, and the performer was gone.

The student council members struggled to stop the commotion and get everyone back to their seats.

Liu Peilong looked back and saw Yuan Shuang wiping the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief. He knew why, but he couldn't say either, because his emotions were almost the same as Yuan Shuang's.

After a while, Yan Luohan, the host of the party, walked to the stage in despair and said with a smile: "A great performance, perhaps it is this holy voice that trips the ordinary power supply in the world." But I think everyone will never forget these 10 dark minutes in the future. Please enjoy the sketch performance "Strictly Prohibit Fireworks" from the Broadcasting Academy, please welcome. ”

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Song Baojun walked out of the auditorium alone, just looking for a place to recover his empty mood as soon as possible. The previous performance had drained almost all of the spectral energy.

With an average of 25 key touches per second, that's 1,500 times a minute, and 15,000 times in 10 minutes. The ultra-high-intensity strumming strained large areas of muscles in his fingers, arms, shoulders, back, and neck, and now his hands were limp and difficult to move.

The mobile phone rang non-stop in his trouser pocket, but he didn't want to answer it at all, so he turned it off.

The open space outside the small door in the back of the auditorium was very quiet, and the sound of shouting was still faintly heard in the auditorium.

Song Baojun walked to the lawn where the mountain bike was parked, and took out a cigarette with trembling fingers, trying to calm himself down as soon as possible.

Tonight's moonlight is very bright, hanging in the air like a silver platter, and the clear light emitted is brighter than the dim street lamp. The cool breeze of the Mid-Autumn Festival has begun to soak people's skin, rustling the canopy of the surrounding trees, sending the fragrance of a nightshade planted in the distance at the door of the toilet.

Under the moonlight, eight long figures suddenly dragged out, slowly approaching Song Baojun.

Uniform dress, leather clothes, leather pants and leather boots, cold and messy, it is the steel group under the leadership of Su Linheng.

There was a complex emotion on everyone's face, both anger and provocation, and several of them were faintly admired, but under the leadership of Su Linheng, they turned into hatred.

Eight people surrounded Song Baojun, looking at the other party's weakness as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, Su Linheng Shi Ran smiled and said, "It looks like you won the bet." Let's just want to teach you a lesson, don't hate me. ”

In this situation, how could Song Baojun still have the ability to fight against him, and he planned to run away quickly with the car, but after pushing it, he found that the lock of the car had not had time to open.

The kobold military master danced the baseball bat in his hand and said: "We closed the electric switch in the auditorium, and we originally wanted to cause trouble for you, but I didn't expect you to give face, but the performance was so successful, where will we put the face of the heavenly group?"

Last time Xu Yanyong was sent to the hospital, the brutality of the injury shocked all witnesses, and the unanimous consensus was that Song Baojun would fight, but only if he was sneak attacking!

Otherwise, no one can explain why Song Baojun, who is 1.7 meters tall and weighs only more than 110 pounds, knocked over Xu Yanyong, who is 1.85 meters tall and weighs 170 pounds.

Now that eight people are dealing with you alone, can you still sneak attack? Eight people are surrounded by you, and it is difficult for you to fly with your wings out!

As soon as he opened the chain of the car, he was kicked by Su Linheng and sneered: "No matter what, as long as you wait for the final scoring results to come out, I will give you the 100,000 yuan that should be lost." But the premise is, you have to give up Guo Yuyan, you know?"

Song Baojun stumbled under his feet, almost fell, and reluctantly smiled: "I want money, and people want it." ”

Su Linheng's face changed, and he grabbed Song Baojun's hair, he didn't catch the short stubble, he didn't look chic enough, he couldn't help but raise his hand and slapped him, and said, "I'm giving you face, do you know? 100,000 yuan is a lot for ordinary people, I hope you don't toast and don't eat and drink." ”

"Brother Heng, what are you talking nonsense about him?" The dog-headed military master smashed a baseball bat on Song Baojun's back and shouted: "If the fight hurts, he will know that he is afraid!"

Song Baojun couldn't hold back and fell forward, while calling for a violent personality in his mind. But the mind was empty, and there was no response. Without the support of ghostly energy, philosophy, obscenity, violence, and literature and art fell into a state of sleep one after another.

Su Linheng roared: "Song Baojun! Let me ask again, let go of Guo Yuyan, do you agree!?"

The dog-headed military advisor kicked Song Baojun in the stomach again, kicked him and rolled on the grass a few times, and said, "I will only agree to beat him." ”

Song Baojun's stomach contracted violently, his hands supported the grass, and he spit out a pile of yellow bile bitter water.

The others laughed: "Yo, where is the prestige just now? I want money, I want people, and I don't have a small appetite? Haven't they all spit it out now?"

The dog-headed military master was full of hatred, and said loudly: "I hope you remember today's lesson and don't be so crazy in the future." There are so many talents in Chazhou University, it is not a big deal to cripple you. ”

Another person took out his mobile phone and said, "We took a picture of the ugly scene of him being beaten and posted it on the Internet, so that all the students in the School of Mechanical Engineering could be angry." ”

Su Linheng hurriedly stopped the man: "Are you a pig's brain! Do you have to leave evidence for doing bad things? This kind of thing can be big or small, it's just a fight, and I'll settle it in minutes." If it is uploaded to the Internet, how can it be so easy to clean up?"

The man put away his mobile phone and said with a smile: "Yes, or Brother Heng is thoughtful." Our main purpose today is to fix things that aren't things!"

Song Baojun climbed to the side of the bicycle with his hands and feet, and took another kick from the dog-headed military division.

"Brother Heng, what do you say should be done to convince the enemy?" The dog-headed military advisor didn't wait for Su Linheng to answer, and shouted: "Song Baojun, kneel! Give grandpa a few kowtows and let you go, otherwise I will beat your out! Do you know what is most useful in Chazhou University? Money and background! Our Brother Heng's background is absolutely unimaginable, just beat you half to death, and the school will not ask at all." ”

Song Baojun wiped the yellow-brown liquid from the corner of his mouth and said with a miserable smile: "I remember, the person who bets wants to kowtow to the other party in public to admit his mistake, Su Linheng, you quickly kowtow, maybe I'm in a good mood to let you go." ”

Su Linheng's face turned red and white, and he said angrily: "Little Red Guy still dares to be hard-mouthed! I can't kick you to death!"

The dog-headed military advisor simply stepped on him: "If you dare to sneak up on Xu Yanyong for Qu Jingsen, we will dare to beat you for Xu Yanyong!"

Su Linheng glared at the dog-headed military master unpleasantly: "Awen, please remember one thing, we didn't beat him for Xu Yanyong." We're here for the sake of the face of the Iron Celestial Regiment, you know? I can't even beat a mere otaku, so don't mention that crap's name in front of me in the future. ”

The dog-headed military master didn't dare to argue with him, and said in his heart: "I'm afraid it's for you to better pursue Guo Yuyan." ”

"By the way, when you first went to close the auditorium switch, were you caught by the camera?"

"Brother Heng, don't worry, let's be careful, we all cover our faces with things. Today, even if Song Baojun is killed here, he will also be made to die without proof. "The members of the Iron and Steel have no fear to let go of cruel words. Of course, you don't dare to kill someone, but it's more than enough to teach you a lesson.

As for the backstage of the auditorium evening, it has long been a mess, and everyone is looking for a great pianist. The most anxious is Tu Fen, anxiously scurrying around the backstage, completely ignoring the image of the "godmother of the entertainment industry", casually catching a living person and asking: "Hey, have you seen Song Baojun?"

It's a pity that no one saw it, otherwise it would have caused an uproar if everyone knew that the performer who had just made everyone cry bitterly was being beaten.

The well-choreographed humorous sketches slowly washed away the melancholy of the audience, and everyone returned to the essence of the party.

There were no extra pedestrians at the cold intersection, and the dog-headed military division was in high spirits, kicking harder than the other, and blood gradually oozed from Song Baojun's mouth and nose. It had been a long time since the awakening of the Thirty-Two Personality had been beaten so desolately.

Su Lin Heng had the ticket to victory, and said with a vicious smile: "Little red guy! There are only three good things, and I will ask you one last time, whether you agree or not? I advise you not to struggle anymore, what can you do if you let Guo Yuyan out? With your qualifications, you can't soak her anyway, people see that you play the piano well, and you want to chat casually, but you still kick your nose in the face?" Listen to my brother, there are still 100,000 yuan of gambling money to take, my brother is willing to gamble and lose, and he will never repay his debts when he bets, but if you are really obsessed and do not regret it, the 100,000 yuan will be given or not, and it is not protected by law. ”

In fact, Su Linheng didn't want to give this money at all. It is true that he is the son of a rich family, and he can't take out 100,000 yuan of pocket money if he wants to. He usually drives a Mercedes-Benz, which was lent to him by his uncle, and the driver's license is written in his uncle's name.

The Su family has a big business and many children and nephews, Su Linheng's monthly living expenses are about 30,000 yuan, plus the help of his uncle, he can get about 50,000 yuan, and the conditions are much better than ordinary people. But for Young Master Su, who has always been generous, it is far from enough - he spent 3,000 yuan just to invite Guo Yuyan to dinner last night. At the end of each month, it is basically clean and slippery, and there is no point left.

Brother Heng's idea was to wait for Song Baojun to agree, and occasionally show greed for money, and then tell the other party that I don't want to give this money. Looking at his face, it must be wonderful.

But Song Baojun was so tough that he refused to let go of his words and agree, and Su Linheng couldn't help but be annoyed and angry.

After thinking about it, he smiled and said: "Anyway, there are so many girls in your Chinese department, why bother to compete with me for a swan meat that you can't eat at all? We don't have a single girl in mechanical engineering and automobile majors! Lao Tzu never wants the class to take a group photo, that would be very embarrassing! Do you know how painful it is for me to be depressed and hit someone!"

"Brother Heng, I'll abolish him!" The dog-headed military master raised his foot and stepped on the otaku's face, and the hard and thick tall leather boots twisted and turned hard, and the skin of the face was torn by the soles of the boots. "Quick, call grandpa! grandpa won't beat you!"

The kobold strategist's expression was strangely hideous.

Song Baojun was in great pain, as if he had suffered from thousands of needles and needles all over his body, and he felt that he was facing the biggest crisis in history. In the past, he was beaten, but he was just slapped and humiliated, but now the other party is planning to ruin his face. It's not very handsome, but it's not embarrassing.

After all, the dog-headed military master was still a college student who had never seen anything in the world, and when he found that the soles of his boots were oozing blood, he was also a little scared, and raised his legs and shouted: "Are you afraid? Lao Tzu has warned you not to mess with the Iron Heavenly Troupe, but you just don't listen!"

Song Baojun's fingers were extremely stiff and unable to move, and his violent personality was taking over his body.

The steady heartbeat began to pick up speed, and I took a big deep breath, and my lungs were burning.

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