As this sound fell, Tang Qiqi's way was blocked.

The person who stopped in front of Tang Qiqi had dyed yellow hair, held his chin high, and was full of social gangsters.

"Is this going to school?" The yellow hair saw the schoolbag on Tang Qiqi's shoulder, and his tone was full of ridicule.

"Brother Huang, look over there." The little brother on the side suddenly glanced at the yellow hair.

"What do you ......" The yellow hair turned his head, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

Not far away, Qi Yan was carrying a shoulder bag, his hands in his pockets, and the words 'Mo Lao Tzu' hung on his gloomy face.

Following him, in addition to the inch-headed boy Xue Sui, there was also a silver-haired boy.

Depend on.

Why is that madman again.

Huang Hair secretly cursed in his heart, but thinking that he didn't beat him this time, he had a little confidence.

Tang Qiqi's afterglow swept to Qi Yan's face, and he turned his head to see it clearly.

The oncoming people passed by.

There is no pause in the footsteps.

"Alas, that kid just now seems to be the new transfer student in your class?" The silver-haired boy thought he was wrong, and deliberately looked back.

When it came to the three words of transfer students, Xue Sui's face was full of impatience, "Look at what, go your way." ”

"That guy was a yellow dog, right? I didn't expect that kid to be able to pick soft persimmons and pinch them. ”

The person who didn't feel the decrease in air pressure around him still said to himself, "That kid has small arms and legs, can he carry those people?" ”

"Why can't you learn from Brother Qi, you don't hear anything outside the window, how did Xiao Ming and his grandfather live to be 103 years old?" Xue Sui couldn't hold back and quipped.

The two of them choked as they spoke.

The people at the front, but their footsteps are not as sharp as just now.

A calm face, unable to understand emotions.

Only the hand that fell to the side unconsciously reaped into a fist.

What if you can't bear it.

The one he knew was Xia Qi.

It's not Tang Qiqi.

Love TM who who who.

But in the next second, a schoolbag smashed into Xue Sui's arms without warning.

When the two turned around, they saw the person who had just walked in front, and the road turned back when they were coming.

Losing his usual composure, the pace under his feet even became a trot in a hurry.

……

Tang Qiqi quietly looked at the few people who gradually gathered around, and calmly threw down his schoolbag.

She doesn't like to cause trouble.

But it turned out that this small county town was not friendly to her.

Just because you don't like to cause trouble doesn't mean you're afraid of it.

Adjusting his hat, Tang Qiqi pulled the zipper to the top to cover his chin.

A pair of clear eyes swept coldly over several people.

The yellow-haired fist smashed into it without warning.

Tang Qiqi flexibly avoided it, and another fist swung over from the other side.

As he bent down, he raised his foot and kicked at the yellow hair who was doing it again.

The yellow-haired threw a '' in his mouth and glanced at the person next to him.

Suddenly, several people rushed up.

Tang Qiqi took a few steps back, leaving himself enough room to fight back.

The jumbled fists came at her again.

Suddenly, a big hand stretched out from behind, pressed Tang Qiqi's shoulder, and pulled the person to his side with force.

Tang Qiqi was entangled in a powerful arm, and his clenched fist immediately changed direction and smashed towards the people around him.

At the moment of smashing at the other party, the hand was retracted in time.

Her fist, less than a millimeter from her tall nose.

If it hadn't been for the familiar face just now, the nose would have been spurting blood.

But the person who surrounded Tang Qiqi with his long arm did not dodge for a moment.

Even when the fist wind came to his face, his eyes never blinked.