Hua Fei's eyes were quick, he reached out and pressed on the other part of the ten-yuan piece on the table, looked at the dead man with a smile, and said: "Put your Fu Shao aside first, slap me for two yuan, and stretch your face over to slap me five times first." ”

The dead man was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes at Hua Fei and said, "You are sick, why should I stretch my face over to hit you?" Let go and give me the money! ”

After speaking, the dead man pressed the hand on the other end of the ten yuan and tried hard, but he couldn't move the money in the slightest.

"If you want to take the ten yuan away, and you don't want to be slapped again, then look for money. Two dollars and a slap, I slapped you twice before, and four of the ten dollars are yours. Now if you take this ten dollars, you need to get six dollars back for me. Otherwise, just stick your face over, and I'll give you three more slaps, no need to discuss. Hua Fei had the intention of correcting him, and he did not back down at all, exuding an aggressive momentum.

- Who let it be a dead man is not a good thing first, he once relied on himself to be Fu Haoan's follower and has been rampant and domineering in this class, and almost everyone in the class looks at him unpleasantly.

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The dead man thought of something at this time, and felt that Hua Fei was deliberately playing tricks on him.

"You're going to fix me?" The dead man asked.

"Huh." Hua Fei smiled faintly and spoke again: "It's you, what's the problem?" ”

An NPC is dragging like something.

In the original plot, the original owner did something wrong and bullied him like something.

Doesn't he like to bully the original owner to show others the most, so she will bully him to others now, so that he can have a good understanding of the original owner's mood.

"Since you can't make a decision, then I'll help you make a decision." Hua Fei said.

After that, before the dead man had time to react, he raised his hand and threw three big ear scrapers in his face without hesitation-

"Smack." One.

"Smack." Two.

"Smack." Three.

"Hiss......" Everyone took a breath of cool air, and looked at the dead man who was slapped three times by Hua Fei in public with sympathetic eyes.

They were impressed by the weak and bully image of "Zhang Xiaobei" in the past, but they were also impressed by Hua Fei's fierce words and deeds in the last class.

I have to say that these people's receptivity is quite strong, and after experiencing the last class, these people re-accepted the fact that "Zhang Xiaobei" is a violent woman so quickly.

Here, when the dead man came back to his senses, he only felt a hot pain on his face.

Except for the anger in the flower bed before the lunch break, when did the dead man suffer this kind of anger?

The dead man just wanted to fight back, but at this time, Hua Fei took out the ten yuan on the table, threw it in his face and said, "Oh, now the ten yuan can belong to you, take the money and get out." ”

The dead man subconsciously caught the money that Hua Fei threw at him.

The moment he caught the money, the dead man's face was so complicated, and his anger was temporarily forgotten.

But soon, the dead man regained his anger, kicked the ten yuan in his pocket and raised his hand to fan Hua Fei's face, so as to save some face for himself.

Hua Fei reacted very quickly, raised his hand and grabbed his wrist and threw him out.

The dead man who was thrown out by Hua Fei hit the class leader's desk and knocked the books on the class leader's desk to the ground.

"Uh-huh......" The attendant man snorted, and soon struggled to stand up again, touching his swollen face by Hua Fei with one hand, and grabbing the back that was hurt by the desk with the other hand.