The ballad battle came to an end at around 11 p.m.

After the interview, Shinee and EXO walked side by side in the hallway, and the agents of both teams stayed behind to deal with the aftermath.

Without the annoying agent's surveillance, Cui Minhao's eyes rolled, stopped, turned his head and said, "It's the New Year soon, and it's a holiday tomorrow, why don't you wait to play together?" ”

"Yes, brother." Several members of EXO nodded heartily and immediately agreed.

“OK！” Choi Min-ho put his arm around the shoulders of captain Lee Jin-ki, "Brother, are you going?" ”

Li Zhenji hesitated, "You guys go." ”

As soon as Li Zhenji spoke, the good babies in the two teams suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and in the end, only 7 of the 17 people remained, almost all of whom were members who played relatively openly.

"Today I had a treat, I had some fun, and I was tired for several days."

"No, no, we should have a treat."

"I said I'm in for a treat."

"Alright then—"

Cui Minhao smiled slightly, took out his mobile phone and immediately booked a box for the night game, and then the group went out in a hurry, avoiding fans and reporters all the way, and when the special back door was about to come into view, a stranger leaned against the door.

This person is none other than Weng Tingjun.

Cui Minhao didn't care at first, but when he got closer and saw Weng Tingjun with red eyes, his still handsome face changed instantly.

Weng Tingjun threw away the cigarette butt, rolled up his sleeves, turned around, strode forward, jumped up with red eyes, and smashed his fist hard at Cui Minhao.

Facing You Feiran, he endured it.

Facing Zhao Yanlun, he endured it.

In the face of Jin Chongguang, he endured.

In the face of Kim Young-min, he also endured.

In the face of Shinee and EXO - he can't bear it, and he can't bear it anymore.

One word.

Beat.

You're bullying my kids.

I'm going to hit you #.

It doesn't matter who your dad is!

In his previous life, Weng Tingjun was a grandson, and since he was reborn in this life, Weng Tingjun really didn't want to endure it anymore. Every day, he looks forward and cringes and lives like an old guy in his seventies and eighties. And what passion? What else can blood boil? Weng Tingjun is a 25-year-old and enthusiastic young man!!

He's not old, he's not crazy.

Take a step back and open the sky and endure the calm for a while.

the #the sea and the sky, the #calm.

Beat.

One person fights seven.

Weng Ting did not back down in the slightest. Without the slightest hesitation.

Taking advantage of their surprise and confusion, Weng Tingjun punched hard and punched Choi Min-ho in the face. A sharp pain came from his face, and Choi Minhao came back to his senses in an instant, but a huge force struck. He fell backwards, his back collided with the cold floor, Choi Min-ho's brain went blank, his eyes were black, and he lay on the ground wailing.

When Weng Tingjun stood firmly, he didn't stop, and took advantage of his illness to kill him, and raised his leg and kicked on a little white face beside him.

Weng Ting didn't know this little white face, and he wasn't a member of Huaxia. He didn't even care.

The indomitable momentum has been played, where do these Iodl, who can only play handsome and cute, still have the power to parry.

After kicking this little white face, Weng Tingjun's eyes became even more blood-red, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and the fitness effect of half a year was highlighted at this moment.

Weng Tingjun still underestimated this group of stunned young people, and after kicking this little white face, he was not a superman after all, and his ass was kicked by someone. Weng Tingjun roared angrily, staggered in his footsteps, and turned around. Reaching out and grabbing the guy who had sneaked up on him, he pulled it down hard and lifted his knee.

Bang.

Weng Tingjun's knees were slightly numb, and the face of the person who was grabbed by his hair instantly turned purple. A nosebleed came down his nose and he squatted on the ground with his face covered.

One qiē occurred between the lightning and flint, and in less than 30 seconds, 3 Iodl completely lost their combat effectiveness.

Weng Tingjun's white shirt was stained with blood from the nosebleed of the person who had attacked him just now, and he looked at the other four Iodl who kept holding back.

"Who are you?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Don't come here. I'm going to call the police. ”

They are just children born in the 90s, where have they ever seen such a big battle? Who is this red-faced and red-eyed young man in front of him?

Why hit them?

Why hit them?

Who can sue me?

"Call the police?"

Weng Tingjun sneered, and the whole person rushed forward again, and at this moment, he felt that the blood on his body was boiling.

There's no need to look ahead.

Don't worry about anything.

He is him, a 25-year-old hot-blooded young man.

He is who he is, a president who fights for his children.

He is him, a young man who should cry, laugh, scold, and shoot.

So here he comes.

One punch is harder than the other.

One kick is harder than the other.

Song Yichang did not exaggerate in the slightest to say that he confirmed several times that Tiara's position was indeed arranged, and they preempted it in a grand manner, and also said a lot of rumors.

Who are you?

Who are you to say this?

Tiara swept through a thousand armies at the beginning of 12.

Who are you?

The furious Weng Tingjun did not lose his mind, he greeted these people in the stomach and ass with every punch and kick, after all, they were artists on camera, he could indeed go out and beat them up, but he couldn't drag Tiara down.

Seven people fell to the ground and wailed, each of them looked at Weng Tingjun in fear, and kept pushing themselves with their feet to struggle backwards, and several younger members had red eyes and cried all at once.

And Weng Tingjun gasped for breath, and after the fight, he was like a deflated ball, and his fingers trembled and he took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket.

Ignited, inhaled, and smoke came out of his mouth.

"It's nice to be young."

Weng Tingjun staggered in front of Cui Minhao, squatted down expressionlessly, grabbed his collar and lifted it up hard.

Choi Min-ho suffered the most attacks, and at this time, he looked at Weng Tingjun weakly and in horror.

"Don't hit me."

Weng Tingjun took another sharp breath and spit on Cui Minhao's face, his face kept changing from blue to white, and his face turned red all of a sudden, and the pungent smell of smoke came to his face, and he kept coughing, almost suffocating.

"Give me a reason not to hit you."

Seeing this face, Weng Tingjun couldn't wait to tear it off, what did you Shinee look like, I don't care about it, I don't care, what kind of superiority are you looking for in Tiara? Tiara is when it is popular, who are you? Sue sù me, who the are you #?

Unable to contain his anger, Weng Tingjun spat out a mouthful of phlegm, loosened his collar, pressed his neck, and pulled his face down.

The thick phlegm kept getting bigger in Cui Minhao's pupils, and he began to struggle hard, but where was his strength the opponent of the windy and sunny Weng Tingjun?

Choi Min-ho struggled instinctively, but the thick phlegm was like chewing gum, and the more he struggled, the more sticky it became on his face.

Weng Tingjun gave him a disgusted look, withdrew his hand and wiped it on his suit.

"You can't even say a reason for me to refuse, how cheap do you say you are?"

Cui Minhao passed out directly.

"You want to try?"

Weng Tingjun heard the movement and turned his head to show a grin that made them feel creepy.

A trembling little white face next to him swallowed his saliva, and lay on the ground directly and pretended to be dead very spineless.

Weng Tingjun got up, his anger was half vented by this time, and when he was about to speak, the sound of rapid high heels hitting the floor came.

Weng Tingjun's heart froze, and the moment he turned his head, his eyes caught a slightly plump figure, and then hurriedly disappeared into the scene. (To be continued.) )