An Moyu turned his head to look at the person who held his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief, it was Xuan Tao, if it weren't for him, I would have killed someone now, to be honest, just now while he was drinking, An Moyu dared to do that, and now that he thinks about it, he is also a little timid.

And Zhang Ming didn't know, he thought that An Moyu could really be ruthless enough to kill him, and at that moment, the fear of death even made him pee his pants.

Zhang Ming stared at An Moyu with great fear, and his little brothers also watched, with a shocked face, they had seen it ruthless, but they had never seen it so ruthless!

Xuan Tao said to An Moyu, "Give me a face, don't touch them." ”

An Moyu shook off the fragment of the beer bottle in his hand and said to Zhang Ming, "Grass mud horse, still pee your pants, get out of Lao Tzu, starting tomorrow, either you disband your people and stop mixing, or you will be my little brother, if you fuck let Lao Tzu know what kind of moth you are, Lao Tzu knows where your home is." ”

Zhang Ming nodded in fear, he was already completely frightened.

And An Moyu also clapped his hands, and after scolding a really fucking sass, he also stood up and glanced at the brothers who rushed out, "I'm not interested in being made by this idiot, it's getting late now, let's go home." ”

Everyone probably also knew that An Moyu was preventing Zhang Ming from coming back and forth, and they all left.

After getting in the taxi, An Moyu also knew that it was impossible for Zhang Ming to get up again, a person who peed his pants in a fight no longer had the face to provoke the beam.

After returning home, there was a machete on the table that An Xianghui secretly stuffed to An Moyu yesterday for self-defense.

Picked up the machete, it was a little heavy to start, but it quickly got used to it, An Moyu used his fingers to cut on the blade of the machete, and he didn't open the edge, but if he cut it, he could tear a piece of flesh apart.

Since you let Lao Tzu cut people, then good, Lao Tzu will cut it for you!

An Moyu gritted his teeth, took the machete to his room, and lay on the bed, the strength of the wine kept rushing to his head, but An Moyu couldn't sleep.

An Moyu suddenly thought a little about the patriarch, the patriarch he hadn't seen for a long time.

In fact, sometimes An Moyu always imagines a picture by himself to imagine how his patriarch is doing, but that picture is quickly torn apart by a pair of big hands called reality, and turned into confetti scattered in the sky, just like his heart.

An Moyu sat down from the bed, took out the Chinese from the coffee table, and pulled one out.

Pumped one after another, and when An Moyu felt like he was about to vomit, a wave of sleepiness came up, An Moyu lay on the bed and covered with a quilt, inexplicably feeling that his future was full of darkness.

Others are all arranged for them by their relatives, and where should they go?

Thinking about it, An Moyu fell asleep, and when he woke up the next day, because of a hangover, he also felt a little swollen in his brain, and looked at the machete that was still on the desk, An Moyu knew that the scene last night was not fake, and immediately smiled mockingly and walked out of the door.

An Moyu didn't eat breakfast, and went downstairs directly, Xuan Tao and He Zhu, two fools, were really waiting downstairs, and the three of us lit a cigarette together and walked towards the school.

When he walked to the road where Yang Fei was waiting for us, An Moyu subconsciously stopped and took a look, and suddenly remembered that Yang Fei was cut into the hospital, and immediately hated Long Xiang's gang a little more.

Xuan Tao and He Zhu also guessed An Moyu's thoughts, and patted An Moyu's shoulder, "There is still a month, and the time is still long." ”

An Moyu nodded, smiled slightly, and the three of them walked towards the school with their shoulders hooked.

Walking to the class, Liu Xiang was reading a book there, and when he saw An Moyu coming, he just glanced at An Moyu and didn't say anything, because he was in the cold war stage with Liu Xiang, An Moyu didn't talk to her, sat down directly, and fell asleep.

I didn't get enough sleep last night, and I have to make up for it today.

At the end of class, someone came and knocked on An Moyu's desk, An Moyu raised his head in a daze, and saw Zhang Ming, whose neck was wrapped like dumplings, standing in front of An Moyu's desk with four or five people, are you going to knock me on the stick?

An Moyu smiled and raised his head, "What?" ”

Zhang Ming lowered his head at An Moyu, "You are ruthless enough, you won, from today onwards, I will not mix!" ”

Zhang Ming is also a celebrity in Duanli, and naturally many people in our fifth class know him, and after hearing him say this, it instantly caused a sensation.

Although I don't know why Zhang Ming didn't mix, it can be heard from his tone that the reason must be An Moyu standing in front of him.

An Moyu nodded, "Do you want to smoke a cigarette?" ”

Zhang Ming shook his head, "No, I'm not in the mood!" ”

After saying that, Zhang Ming left, and the few people he brought glanced at An Moyu and followed Zhang Ming.

An Moyu was in a good mood, but he didn't expect that he was going to beat Lu Yi first, and inadvertently discounted Zhang Ming's flag, An Moyu pursed his lips and didn't speak.

And after Zhang Ming left, the people in the class became a sensation.

Liang Qiang, the grass on the wall, shouted directly, "Brother Yu is mighty!" ”

The others were not the masters of good things, and they all shouted.

Suddenly, the entire fifth class was filled with a jubilant atmosphere, and An Moyu turned his head and glanced at them.

There were also four or five people who came up hesitantly and asked An Moyu if they could follow An Moyu together.

An Moyu pursed his lips, knowing that there would be such a result, as long as the fame came out, he didn't have to worry about others not coming to mix with him, just six or seven people in the fifth class followed him.

Liang Qiang seemed to want to run up, but he remembered the previous conflict with An Moyu, sighed, and sat down.

After solving the matter of Class 9, Liu Xiang, who had been fighting a cold war with An Moyu, also glanced at An Moyu, "An Moyu, it seems that your days are getting more and more moisturized, you just didn't abide by school discipline before, and now you start playing campus ** directly?" ”

An Moyu shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Hehe." ”

Liu Xiang stood up, "I'm the disciplinary committee member of the fifth class, I can't control the rest, at least don't break the discipline of the fifth class, otherwise you will look good." ”

An Moyu looked at Liu Xiang's angry appearance, and suddenly felt that this little girl who liked to talk about the teacher was a little cute, "Don't worry, I'm also from Class 5." ”

Liu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, sat down, and continued to read, but An Moyu could see that now she couldn't read even a word at all.

"I'm sorry." When Liu Xiang was about to read the book, An Moyu spoke coldly.

"What?" Liu Xiang spoke in amazement.

An Moyu pursed his lips, "I'm sorry, I bothered you yesterday for the sake of my own face, and I want to say sorry to you." ”

Liu Xiang's face suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly lowered his head, "It's good to know that it will cause me trouble, don't do it next time!" ”

The class rang out again with a burst of oh~~.