Jun turned his face lightly and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

On the table in the middle of the activity room, a girl wearing a red crop top T-shirt and combing her colorful dreadlocks jumped off the table handsomely.

Raising his hand to separate everyone, he walked in front of Jun Qing with his chin raised, and looked Jun Qing up and down arrogantly.

"You are the president of the Musical Theatre Club, Jun Qing?"

"It's me." Jun nodded lightly, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm Cheng Qianxue, the vice president of the hip-hop club!" Introducing herself, Cheng Qianxue stretched out her right hand and took the flag of the Musical Theatre Club in the hands of the tall boy, "Everyone is a classmate, I'll give you a face." By the end of the week, you move out of this room, and I can keep your club alive. ”

Little brat, threaten her?!

Jun smiled faintly.

"Otherwise?"

"Otherwise?!" Cheng Qianxue squeezed out a cold snort from her nose, "I guarantee that you can't pass this club review, and the musical club will be in the past in the future!" ”

Throwing the social flag in her hand on the ground, Cheng Qianxue unceremoniously raised her right foot, stepped on the social flag of the Musical Theater Club, and turned around arrogantly.

"Let's go!"

Walk?

How can it be so easy!

Jun took a step forward, reached out with his right hand and grabbed Cheng Qianxue's left hand, grabbed the girl's finger joints with his backhand, and twisted it back violently.

This is the little grappling hand that Emperor Lin taught her, grasping tendons and taking acupoints, it won't hurt people, but ......

Hurt.

It hurts terribly!

Cheng Qianxue was completely defenseless, feeling the pain of tearing the muscles from her fingers to her shoulders, and she suddenly screamed in pain.

I wanted to struggle, but found that not only could I not break free, but the more I moved, the more painful it became.

Everyone in the hip-hop dance club next to them turned their faces in astonishment, and when they saw Cheng Qianxue being caught by Jun Qing, everyone was surprised and wanted to rush over.

Jun Qing was not shocked, but tightened his fingers and pressed Cheng Qianxue's fingers.

"Ahh

The girl screamed, and her tears almost fell from her eyes.

With his face raised, Jun Qing calmly looked at the people who wanted to rush over.

didn't say a word, but momentum has already invented everything.

Everyone threw a rat bogey, and they all stopped in fear, only daring to stand in place and bluff.

"You...... You let go! ”

"Hurry up and let go of Vice President Cheng!"

……

Jun was unmoved, ignoring the shouts and threats of the crowd, and just spoke coldly.

"Pick it up!"

These three words, she said to Cheng Qianxue.

This club was not organized by Jun Qing himself, but everyone came to her at the beginning, no matter whether she was the real her at that time or not, this club was her club.

Cheng Qianxue doing this is tantamount to slapping her in the face in public.

How can Jun Qing tolerate her?

Cheng Qianxue also had a bit of backbone, and tears were rolling in her eyes in pain, but she still gritted her teeth and refused to give in.

"Jun Qing, let me tell you, let me go immediately, otherwise ......"

Jun lifted his right foot lightly and kicked her in the back of the knee.

The second half of the threat choked in his throat, Cheng Qianxue's left leg was weak, and the person had already knelt in front of the social flag.

Jun's light fingers tightened, adding a little more force.

"Pick it up!"

Cheng Qianxue's tears finally couldn't hold back and slipped out of her eyes.

Her few hard bones finally succumbed to unbearable pain.

Stretching out her free right hand, she endured the pain and picked up the flag of the musical club from the ground.

Reaching out to take the social flag, Jun easily opened his fingers, Cheng Qianxue dragged his still painful arm to get up from the ground as quickly as possible, and fled to the side of his side.