Xia Junxin's face changed.

Because of what Li Siyan said, she was already depressed, and recently there were rumors everywhere that she was making people small, and she couldn't help her anger now.

Luo Eleven also wanted to make a move, but Xia Junxin directly refused to let him interfere.

"Squad leader, please help me take care of my brother." For her younger brother's affairs, she would rather ask the squad leader Lou Zijin now.

Lou Zijin nodded, turned around and warned Song Qizhe: "Don't look for trouble anymore, you tore up my ticket last time, and I haven't asked you to lose money yet!" ”

"Huh." Song Qizhe smiled indifferently: "Squad leader, just a paralyzed person like him, he also deserves to go to the concert?" Don't talk about the last time, next time, I see the photo and tear it up—"

"Bang!"

Xia Junxin held the bench and smashed it directly at Song Qizhe.

Song Qizhe subconsciously dodged away, the bench smashed behind him, one leg was broken, he retreated to lean against the blackboard, and pointed at Xia Junxin: ", what are you going to do?" ”

Xia Junxin picked up the bench leg that had fallen, and the gloomy expression on his entire little face could drip water, and the temperament exuded from his body seemed to have crawled out of hell.

She lifted the bench legs and walked towards Song Qizhe step by step.

"Damn, you, you, don't mess around!" Song Qizhe was so frightened that he trembled. "Fall Eleven, stop her! Stop her! ”

Luo Shiyi next to him scratched his head and wanted to stop Xia Junxin, but when Xia Junxin glared at him, he retreated.

Luo Shiyi thought about it, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the old man of the Li family: "Master, the young grandmother was provoked by the second ancestor of the Song family, and she was holding a bench leg to find someone desperately, what should I do?" ”

Li Siyan replied in seconds: "Don't let her get hurt." ”

Luo Eleven licked his lips in confusion, is the master's focus wrong, it is the young grandmother who holds the murder weapon!

Li Siyan of the Li family's old house thought about it, and sent a text message to the one who was busy in the company, that is, the main owner: Your wife is going to fight with someone at school, you can go and see it now.

Here, Xia Junxin continued to turn to Song Qizhe.

"You're right, my father doesn't hurt, my stepmother doesn't love me, and my only brother is crippled...... But I ...... Not sludge. Song Qizhe, you provoked me three times and twice, I will let you see what the real mud is today. ”

"Y-What do you mean? What do you want?! ”

"It means, your aunt and I, I'm going to beat you into mud today." After Xia Junxin finished speaking, he directly raised his bench legs and slammed into the side of Song Qizhe's neck who wanted to escape.

There was a clang, and the blackboard cracked. Song Qizhe raised his hand in fright...... No matter how horizontal he usually is, he is just a golden and noble young master who has been raised...... Where is the opponent of Xia Junxin, who has been fighting among boys since he was a child.

"If I had been more accurate, this piece of wood would have been plunged straight into your neck, wouldn't it? Or are they eyes? Think about it...... In the future, Young Master Song will become a one-eyed dragon ......"

Xia Junxin smashed the leg of the bench on the table next to him, and the leg cracked with some sharp wooden thorns.

She directly broke off the other half and threw it away, and the remaining sharp wooden thorns were aimed directly at Song Qizhe's eyes.

Song Qizhe was frightened, and his legs trembled. He turned his head to look at the lectern, where there was a huge gap in Xia Junxin's smash.

With Xia Junxin's physical strength, Song Qizhe was afraid of death. He suddenly understood that the ruthlessness on Xia Junxin's body was definitely not pretending! She's definitely not a helpless student! She—She's so ruthless!

Song Qizhe was so frightened that his eyes were red, he felt that he was so scared, Xia Junxin should let him go, right?

However, in the next second, the wooden thorn pierced directly into his eyes, and at that moment, Song Qizhe felt that the blood in his body was cold.