Chapter 92: Shielding the Arrow (II) 22

It's been a while since school was out, and Hua Fei is really annoyed by these pestering people.

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The eight boys who were put down by Hua Fei covered their faces and feet, lying on the ground and wailing.

Seeing that the eight people he brought were easily put down by Hua Fei, Fu Haoan was a little incredulous, and his brows were furrowed.

Turning his head to see the dumbfounded dead man, Fu Haoan pushed him towards Hua Fei without hesitation.

Hua Fei's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly turned his head and glared in that direction, and then kicked the dead man who was pushed by Fu Haoan and flew out.

The dead man who was kicked out by Hua Fei smashed on Fu Haoan, and was pushed away by Fu Haoan.

"Good, good!" The squad leader sat on a desk a little closer to the podium and applauded, and kept gesturing in front of him with both hands: "Zhang Xiaobei kicked a shameless boy with a flying foot, it is simply very happy, please do not imitate dangerous actions." ”

His own people all lay down, Fu Haoan pulled up his sleeves and went into battle in person, rushing towards Hua Fei with the intention of knocking Hua Fei down with a violent punch.

Unexpectedly, he had just punched, and Hua Fei grabbed his wrist with one hand and twisted it fiercely-

only heard a "click", and Fu Haoan's arm was dislocated.

Fu Haoan's face turned sauce-colored, and large beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead, "Ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

"Good!" The squad leader stared at him and applauded, his face was excited, and he vaguely admired Hua Fei.

Standing behind the squad leader, An Huan, who took a mop and pretended to mop the floor, saw that Hua Fei easily knocked the Demon School Grass Fu Haoan and his party down, biting her lip with a complicated expression.

Here, Hua Fei let go of the hand that was still holding Fu Haoan's wrist, pushed Fu Haoan to the ground, looked at him condescendingly, and said lightly: "My father is still waiting at the school gate to take me home for dinner, so I won't play with you, goodbye to the defeated men." ”

Hua Fei said, no longer looked at Fu Haoan, who wanted to kill her with his eyes, bent down to pick up his schoolbag, raised his foot and stepped straight over Fu Haoan's feet, and walked out of the classroom.

"Zhang Xiaobei, wait for me!" Seeing that Hua Fei was leaving, the squad leader also quickly jumped off the desk, carried his backpack and chased after Hua Fei.

Seeing this, An Huan was afraid that Hua Fei's subordinate Fu Haoan would be angry with her later, so she quickly dropped the mop in her hand and ran out of the classroom.

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The class leader left the classroom behind Hua Fei, walked down the stairs, and walked in the direction of the school gate.

"Zhang Xiaobei, I really didn't expect you to be so powerful, did you go to the boxing gym to practice?" The squad leader followed Hua Fei's footsteps and said with a wheezing breath.

Hua Fei didn't raise his head and perfunctory: "Mm-hmm." ”

"You're really handsome just now, you're just my idol! You didn't see how ugly Fu Haoan's expression was......" The squad leader said again, and while he was excited, he began to worry about Hua Fei again: "It's just that this time you will beat Fu Haoan and them, Fu Haoan will not let you go, I am afraid that your future life in school will be ......"

"It doesn't matter, if they dare to find fault in the future, I will call the police directly." Hua Fei said.

Speaking of "calling the police", the squad leader suddenly thought of something, and asked, "You mean, you want to buy a mobile phone?" ”

Without waiting for Hua Fei to answer, the squad leader took out paper and pen from his schoolbag, quickly wrote down a series of numbers composed of mobile phone numbers, and handed the paper to Hua Fei after writing: "This is my mobile phone number, if you buy a mobile phone on the weekend, you can call me and let's review our homework together." ”

Hua Fei turned her head to look at the squad leader, and her gaze moved downward, landing on the paper he handed to her.