Zhang Qiang had a little cramp in his legs and stomach.

When he walked into the Sanwei Library, he was in a very excited mood, so excited that his heart was twitching.

There are a lot of people in the store now, and there is a queue around the corner in the song, Zhang Qiang swept his eyes over, and saw that these people were all holding Xiao Fei's books in their hands.

Some are talking in whispers.

Some of them are still reading the book in their hands carefully, looking fascinated.

Zhang Qiang heard that these people were all praising Xiao Fei.

In their words, Xiao Fei has simply become a god in today's domestic literary circle.

At the very back of the bookstore, Xiao Fei was sitting at a table, signing autographs for a girl who came to him, and Xiao Fei was still smiling and talking to the girl.

The girl's smile was flushed, and although she could only see the side of her face, she could feel her excitement at the moment.

Such a signing event, Zhang Qiang has dreamed countless times that he can have it. Unfortunately, until now, he has never even managed to publish a book.

Xiao Fei, a child raised by a farmer, has now stolen such a high reputation in the literary world!

This made Zhang Qiang, who has always been proud, jealous to the point of madness.

He believes that it was Xiao Fei who robbed him of his good luck, and since Xiao Fei came to Peking University, his life has begun to be unlucky.

He blamed Xiao Fei for the failure and publication of his painstakingly written long novel "Psychotic Paradise"; He blamed Xiao Fei for Lin Xiaomei's final rejection of his pursuit; He blamed Xiao Fei for his betrayal and loss of the favor of his teachers in the department.

In short, he believes that Xiao Fei is his biggest enemy.

He wants to get out of the current situation. Then Xiao Fei must be suppressed.

However, how can Xiao Fei's momentum be suppressed? It's definitely a tough task.

Zhang Qiang meditated.

At last. It was still an old fortune teller who gave him a bad idea. The old man told Zhang Qiang that he wanted to defeat someone's luck. The best way to do this is to defile oneself with filth.

In this way, the god of fortune will leave him and no longer care for him.

Zhang Qiang thought so.

When I met the old man who told the fortune, it was about ten days ago. Since that day, Zhang Qiang has been planning to use filth to drive away the god of luck who favored Xiao Fei.

Coincidentally, Zhang Qiang met Xia Chengze, who was looking for a partner, in the QQ chat room at this time.

The two hit it off and began to plot with their own ghosts.

Xia Chengze just wants to engage in a performance art called "feces and urine literature", while Zhang Qiang intends to do it in such a performance art. splashed Xiao Fei with feces and urine, making Xiao Fei the real "spokesperson" of "feces and urine literature", and making Xiao Fei stink in front of the public.

In this way, Xiao Fei may not have such good luck as before, right?

Then his luck should be turned back, right?

Zhang Qiang is like this, with his own wishful thinking, planning their actions with Xia Chengze.

On the 13th, he wrapped himself tightly, and at seven o'clock in the morning, he rode a bicycle and came to Sanwei Book House with Xia Chengze and other four people.

It was very cold.

But his heart was like a raging fire.

When they arrived at the Three Flavors Library. It was already past eight forty in the morning. Zhang Qiang found that there were already many people standing outside the Sanwei Library, and there was a long queue, and there were still many people coming from all directions. Join the waiting queue.

This made Zhang Qiang even more red-eyed.

In Zhang Qiang's impression, such a signing scene will only appear when a few top domestic writers are signing.

And now. Xiao Fei's signing scene is no worse than the popularity of some big stars in the entertainment industry.

It would be great if this popularity belonged to me! Zhang Qiang thought frantically.

Xia Chengze looked at the popularity outside the Sanwei Book House, which was already very hot. A few reporters with cameras appeared at the scene, and he began to beckon Zhang Qiang to open the banners he had brought.

And Zhang Qiang's job is to open the lid of the keg he brought over a little. Let out the smell and create a smelly atmosphere on the spot.

"Feces and urine literature" performance art began.

All three partners are dedicated.

The two long-haired young men who didn't know each other were wearing Xia Chengze's graffiti prop clothes, and they kept swinging to resist the cold, they held their chests high, and they felt like heroes who resisted tyrants.

And Xia Chengze began to give a speech and began to be in the limelight.

Zhang Qiang hates this kind of pretext.

He watched for a while, and found that everyone's attention at the scene was focused on Xia Chengze and his two partners, so he quietly left with the bucket full of feces and urine.

His target was Xiao Fei in the Three Flavors Library.

Zhang Qiang walked into the store step by step.

There were so many people in the store that he had to turn sideways to get inside.

The stench from the keg in his hand quickly spread through the store, and many people covered their noses and whispered everywhere they went.

Zhang Qiang also wanted to squeeze over quickly, so when he got to Xiao Fei's side, he directly splashed the contents of the bucket on his head, and then Zhang Qiang would take advantage of the chaos and turn his head and run out.

He didn't want to be caught on the spot, in that case, he would probably be in big trouble. It is possible to be detained by the police and have a major demerit recorded in school!

Zhang Qiang didn't want to bear such consequences.

He just wanted to splash Xiao Fei's and urine and take away the luck of the other party, that's all!

Putting yourself in?

He won't be so confused!

Zhang Qiang walked forward step by step, accompanied by the complaints of many people, he didn't dare to look at Xiao Fei, for fear that the other party would see what clues.

He hated himself a little at this time, why was he so timid?

Wouldn't you just take a little revenge on your opponent? Why can't you be so scared?

It's coming, it's coming.

Zhang Qiang had already seen Xiao Fei sitting at the table, and he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. This is an exciting moment, Zhang Qiang carried the small bucket in his right hand to his side, and held the bottom of the bucket with his left hand, he aimed at Xiao Fei's place, and was about to splash his head.

"Everybody get out of the way!"

At this moment, Xiao Fei suddenly shouted, and he reached out to the girl who was standing at the table talking to him behind him.

When Xiao Fei looked up and saw Zhang Qiang walking towards him step by step with a small bucket, he didn't pay much attention to it at first.

Although he also smelled a choking stench.

He didn't think much of it.

Zhang Qiang was tightly wrapped, with a hat on his head, a mask on his face, and a scarf around his neck, which covered most of his face.

Xiao Fei naturally didn't recognize it.

At the beginning, as Zhang Qiang approached little by little, Xiao Fei felt the strangeness of the other party.

The man, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, was trembling.

He didn't look at himself, his eyes seemed to be hiding something.

The small bucket in his hand was very strange, although there was a lid on it, but it still splashed something suspicious when the other party walked.

The stench seemed to come from the barrel.

This can't help but make Xiao Fei not vigilant.

He knew that in his previous life, he had seen a lot of news, and in order to show the will to fight to the end, the opponent of the opinion or someone opposed to it often took unconventional actions such as suddenly rushing to him and slapping or throwing feces.

Will this "zongzi" who is coming towards him step by step also be an opponent of himself?

Xiao Fei thought so, and turned his attention to the other party.

When Zhang Qiang lifted the keg in front of him, supported the bottom of the barrel with his right hand, and was about to make a dangerous move, Xiao Fei also launched at the same time.

He pulled the reader standing at his desk behind him, and at the same time, he was already on his feet, and it was too late to reach out to stop him, but luckily his legs were long enough!

Xiao Fei's leg is a flying kick.

His flying kick is fast!

Zhang Qiang hadn't done the action of "splashing" to the fullest, and Xiao Fei's foot had already kicked to the bottom of the barrel.

He didn't kick the barrel away, because too many people would suffer in the future. In order to avoid the unbearable scene of everyone getting dung, Xiao Fei used some ingenuity.

He kicked the bottom of the barrel, causing the bucket in Zhang Qiang's hand to get out of Zhang Qiang's hand, reverse it 180 degrees, and buckle directly on Zhang Qiang's own head.

The feces and urine in the bucket came down, drenching Zhang Qiang all over his body in an instant.

Except for a few people next to Zhang Qiang who were a little bit dirty, the vast majority of people in the bookstore escaped.

However, the stench came out all at once, and the disgusting smell made the people in the store scramble to flee outside.

Xiao Fei frowned and walked back to the door from the other side, he didn't plan to accompany this attacker to be smoked.

Zhang Qiang didn't even know what was going on.

The change was so fast that he felt the bucket in his hand lose control, and then he felt that his head was wrapped in a slimy and foul-smelling filth as soon as his eyes went dark.

At this moment, Zhang Qiang almost didn't faint.

He hurriedly removed the small bucket from his head, and then wiped the filth from his face and head with his hands, so that he could barely breathe.

However, the feces and urine on his whole body made him extremely uncomfortable, and he screamed and took off his mask.

However, the filth that had flowed down his head had already flowed into his clothes, and even his body was covered with sticky. Such a move is clearly to no avail.

"Help me, help me!" Zhang Qiang, who was covered with filth, stretched out his arms and shouted to the people in front of the store, asking for help. But no one wanted to come to his aid.

It really can't help.

Unless Zhang Qiang takes off all the clothes on his body and quickly rinses under the hot shower head, then the problem can be solved.

Zhang Qiang never figured out that he was going to splash Xiao Fei's and urine, why did this bucket detain his own head? Is this the so-called harm to others and ultimately to oneself? (To be continued......)