"It's not!" Song Yao immediately retracted his smile and resolutely denied it, "They framed me, I want to confront them face to face!" ”

"......" Du Jingchen pursed his lips, with a mature and steady face that does not match his age, "Don't let this happen again in the future, otherwise I won't care about you anymore." ”

The matter was not dealt with until the first monthly exam, and as soon as the results came out, Qiancheng International School once again triggered a large-scale "riot".

——NO.1 Song Yao

- NO.2 Du Jingchen

……

The day after the results were announced, Song Yao's face was naturally even vaguely joyful, holding a plastic bag, and skillfully loading the drawer full of anonymous threatening letters. It's ready, and I'm ready to go to Du Jingchen with this bag full of threatening letters to vent my bitterness.

However, on this day, Du Jingchen did not come to school, and until noon, Li Yaoyao was deliberately separated by other classmates, and Song Yao was surrounded outside the school alone.

The weather was nice and the sun was shining, but it was still a little hot at noon. Song Yao, who likes to be quiet, is also used to walking on the path, and it is nap time, so naturally there is no one on the road. However, Song Yao still admires this group of little children who dare to do it in the daylight.

Looking at the increasingly large crowd in front of him, he suddenly remembered a conversation in "World Propositions".

- "What is bullying?"

- "Ten people bullying one person is considered bullying. A hundred people bullying one too. ”

- "What about 10,000 people?"

- "It's justice." ”

However, in his opinion, the thirty or forty people in front of him are already justice. Because he's not a masochist, he's not weak, and he's not a bully.

Everyone who dares to come out and do something with him is first of all courageous.

Facing more than thirty bare-handed teenagers, he suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, his smile was bright, and he pretended to say aloud generously: "I won't fight back, but you'd better take this opportunity to kill me, otherwise, you will be careful when you walk at night in the future~"

"And last time, I beat you, I hope you can remember that feeling, lest I have to remind you later."

"Eighty percent of the people who pressed the fingerprints I didn't touch. Reminder, don't be lucky, I already figured out who you are. There should be more than a dozen familiar faces present, and they are fat enough. ”

For some reason, his speech was so empty that no one dared to step forward and make a move.

"Let me see, Zhang Chengyu, Zheng Jun, Tan Ruize, Xu Tongqi......" He said more than a dozen names in a row.

After saying that, one of the boys whose names were said turned around and ran, followed by two more, and finally a dozen of them.

"Hahaha......" Seeing this, he smiled and bent over.

Listening to his evil laughter, the people present looked at each other, and no one dared to make the first move.

Song Yao was a little disappointed, they had this bit of courage, and they thought that they would die today.

If you die and ruin the lives of dozens of people, it still feels good.

"And these anonymous threatening letters, more than a hundred." He smiled as he lifted the plastic bag, "There shouldn't be a few people present, if you can't kill me, remember to bring them a message." I'm quite patient, I look for these handwriting one by one, and my ancestors can be translated for eighteen generations. ”

Song Yao smiled like a madman, the sun was shining brightly, but it sent chills down the spine. Thinking of the names that Fang had just said correctly, they were even more afraid, and no one dared to come forward.