Seeing that Zhang Qiang didn't admit it, the old man in Taoist clothes pointed at Zhang Qiang and said sharply: "Zhang Qiang, you are a bloody squirt, we are so old, how can we still repay the debt, you ......"

"Even cheating on cultural exams, let alone cheating. You can't come up with evidence, and you did copy Zhang Qiang's test papers, so don't talk so much nonsense, and quickly take out the reward that Zhang Qiang deserves, otherwise our kendo club is not so easy to bully. Zhen Le interrupted the old man's words, and said impatiently: "We have something to do later, don't delay our time, if we don't give us money, we'll do it." ”

As Zhen Le's words landed, the young primary school students, middle-aged primary school students, and elderly primary school students behind him ...... Qi Qi stepped forward and stared viciously at several members of the Fishing Society.

"You ......" The old man in the Taoist uniform trembled a little: "We are old, we can't remember things, if we don't cheat, we can't pass the test at all, which is understandable, even if the school knows, it won't say anything, it's a bit too much for you to say that." ”

Zhen Le waved his hand, and said with a frosty face: "Give you three more time to count, one, two, ......."

"Okay, let's admit it, 3,000 Xia Yuan will be transferred to you immediately with your mobile phone, this time there is a transfer record, see how you still deny it." The old man in the Taoist suit confessed, took out his mobile phone and transferred three thousand Xia Yuan to Zhang Qiang.

To be honest, the old man in Taoist service didn't think about using his mobile phone to transfer money to Zhang Qiang, leaving a transfer record, so as not to deny Zhang Qiang.

But I always felt that if I did this, I would leave a handle for Zhang Qiang, and if it was passed out, the old face would be lost, so the old man in the Taoist service would give cash, but I didn't expect Zhang Qiang to be so shameless.

Seeing that the old man in Taoist clothes transferred three thousand yuan to Zhang Qiang, Zhen Le couldn't help but smile: "Three thousand yuan, are you here to ask for food?"

"What do you mean by that?" the old man frowned.

"Before we got involved in this matter, there was no problem with you giving Zhang Qiang 3,000 yuan. Zhen Le said: "But because of what you did, I had to bring so many brothers to block you, and it took a lot of manpower and material resources, shouldn't you give some compensation?"

The old man in Taoist clothes and the others were stunned: "You ...... Don't go too far. ”

"It's not that we're overdoing it, it's that you're too uninteresting. Zhen Le said with a smile: "Add another three thousand yuan as our compensation, and this matter will be over." ”

The old man in the Taoist suit glanced back at a few old fellows, and after getting a response, he turned his head and said, "Impossible, you have already extorted three thousand yuan from us, and we will never give you another three thousand yuan." ”

"What, do you want to fight?" Zhen Le sneered.

The old man in Taoist clothes gritted his teeth and said: "Just fight, our fishing club is not so easy to bully." ”

"Okay, brothers and sisters go up together, let the people of the Diaoyu Club sober up. Zhen Le waved his hand, and the members of the Kendo Club behind him came out like tigers and pounced towards several old people in the Diaoyu Club.

Not to be outdone, these old men jumped up one after another, and crackled with the members of the Kendo Club, and the small half of the forest soon became a miasma.

Watching a group of young people, middle-aged people, and elderly people fighting together like children, rolling around and falling around, Song Ankang also felt a little spicy.

But considering that they are all elementary school students, this situation is normal, this is not the earth after all.

But the people in the kendo club are really domineering, fortunately, he has an eldest sister named Song Blessing and a younger sister named Song Taiping.

Song Ankang shook his head, he didn't mean to give the Diaoyu Club a head, he was just a fifth-grade elementary school student, and he couldn't care about this kind of thing.

The Kendo Club gave his eldest sister and little sister face, and it was already good to waive his aid fee, if he did too much, the Kendo Club would definitely not continue to tolerate it, unless one day he also had the strength of a junior high school student.

Leaving the grove, Song Ankang soon came to the classroom of Class 58, but the classroom was also in chaos at this time, and the two elementary school students were arguing.

One of the primary school students was about the same age as Song Ankang, a chubby teenager, and the other fifth-grade elementary school student was older, already in his seventies.

The two of them quarreled because of the problem of the 38th line, and the fat boy disliked the age of the same table, always drooled, and often slept and snored, which affected his practice, so he drew the 38th line on the desk, leaving only one-fifth of the space for the old table.

The old table mate naturally quit, which was too unfair, so he quarreled with the fat boy.

The fat boy who was noisy and noisy made a move, relying on his height and strength to be full of vitality, and soon beat the old table to the point of holding his head, and the angry old table shouted: "Wang Bangzheng, I am a card friend with your grandfather, and I will call your grandfather later, and let him clean you up." ”

"If you want to beat you, I'm afraid you won't succeed. The fat boy sneered: "You only won 300 yuan from my grandfather yesterday, and he is angry now, if you know that I beat you up at school, you still have to praise me." ”

"You ......" The old tablemate was stunned and speechless, and then ran towards the outside of the classroom with a blue nose and a swollen face: "Okay, okay, I'll go to your grandfather to complain, see how he praises you later, I haven't told him a lot of things you did at school." ”

The fat boy was stunned, and hurriedly chased after him: "Zhang Wen and you stop for me, didn't you promise me that I would never tell my grandfather and parents about those things, if you break your word, you will be an old bastard." ”

An old man and a young man soon ran away, and a group of classmates who watched the excitement left regretfully.

This farce made Song Ankang look at it, looked at the messy classroom, and turned around and walked towards the Yanwu Building.

Song Ankang is really not interested in the courses taught by the fifth-grade teacher, whether it is a cultural class or a martial arts class, Song Ankang has long known about it, even more than many elementary school teachers.

After all, Song Ankang's family has four junior high school students, three of whom are junior high school students, and they are still the kind with better grades, and they have already taught Song Ankang things in elementary school.

In this case, you don't have to stay in the classroom all the time, and you can learn according to your actual situation, which is also allowed by Xiliu Elementary School.

Not long after Song Ankang left, Xie Meiyi came to the classroom: "Hasn't Ankang come yet?"

"Song Ankang was still here just now, I don't know where to go at this time, you can call and ask. The middle-aged classmate next to him hurriedly replied.

Xie Meiyi frowned slightly, took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Song Ankang, but suddenly remembered that she didn't have Song Ankang's mobile phone number.