On February 15, the day after Valentine's Day, on Friday, Mo Jingzhou was reported to have violated school rules and worked part-time, was ordered to suspend school for a day to reflect at home, and stepped down as student president.

After discussion by the school, Su Yansheng was appointed as the acting president temporarily.

On the same day, the student union issued a series of adjustment measures, and the seventh middle school students felt the most about this article - the large cafeteria was open to the seventh middle school students.

At the beginning, the student union led by Mo Jingzhou stipulated that the seventh middle school students must eat in the small cafeteria. This has naturally caused the dissatisfaction of the seventh middle school students for a long time, after all, there are more types of packages to choose from in the big canteen, and the small canteen is almost fixed and uniform meals, which looks like a bully.

And this time, with a new president, the first fire removed the order issued by Mo Jingzhou a few days ago.

Song Mingcheng stared at the campus QQ group, quickly swiping the information, and when he saw the words "Su Yansheng", he fell into deep thought.

"I can go to the big cafeteria today!" The people in the class are yearning for the hamburger meat set in the big cafeteria, and the day before yesterday and yesterday they were talking about the names of these dishes in the classroom, and they were indignant at the first middle school students, and now the student union has a new initiative, which makes everyone's favorability of Su Yansheng, the interim president, soar.

Good means.

The classmates in the class cheered, Song Mingcheng always only ate bread and coffee from the commissary, or Hu Moyin went out to bring him food, but he didn't feel so deeply.

In the last class of the morning, Sun Linfei looked at everyone's expressions of impatience, and while packing up the textbooks, he said helplessly: "Our class is at 11:50 in the big cafeteria to line up for dinner, and now there are still twenty minutes, don't worry." ”

But the people below had already been in a commotion, and when the clock was swinging towards half past eleven, they jumped up and rushed out to taste the delicious meal they had been thinking of for a long time.

Before the bell rang, a few boys had already sneaked out of the back door while Sun Linfei was writing a board book. By the time Sun Linfei found out, it was too late.

Song Mingcheng grinned with one hand on the back of the chair, the other hand drooping on his legs, crossing Erlang's legs, looking like an uncle, and he didn't know if he was listening to the class. The chair tilted dangerously, as if it could be flipped over on its side with just one force, but Song Mingcheng didn't care, and even shook his legs.

He listened to the whispers in the class, looked at Hu Moyin, who was sitting beside him, and whispered with his lips: "Durian cake, five servings." ”

When I entered high school, everyone sat alone, so there was no real table share. Hu Moyin has always sat on Song Mingcheng's left side, he has always been well-behaved and obedient, and he is Song Mingcheng's powerful delivery sister.

She nodded, her waist-length ponytail cascading onto her shoulders as she moved. Then continue to copy the teacher's board book like a good student - obviously so serious, but the results are worse than Song Mingcheng, who almost doesn't listen to lectures, which is also magical.

As soon as the class ended, the classroom was immediately cleared, especially when the big cafeteria was opened to them today, and a few people who were eating in the classroom couldn't help but be tempted to go together, Song Mingcheng took advantage of this rare and quiet moment to want to cultivate his body and temperament, and before he entered the state, there was a series of faster and more rapid steps in the distance.

He subconsciously frowned to see who was so disturbing and quiet, and heard a boy outside the door shouting anxiously: "Brother Song is not good, the first Chinese person has snatched away our food!" ”

Are you embarrassed to come to find foreign aid for such a shameful thing?

Song Mingcheng opened his eyes and looked at the boy with a flushed face and an anxious face, but did not speak.

Probably because Song Mingcheng's gaze was too sharp, the boy who originally wanted to continue yelling immediately lowered his tone by several tens of decibels, and said aggrievedly: "The cafeteria aunt only gives food to No. 1 Middle School, which is too deceitful!" Didn't you say that the big cafeteria is also open to the seventh middle school students? ”

I see.

Song Mingcheng's face was also a little cold, and when the good mood of the durian cake was exhausted, he supported the desktop with his right hand, slowly stood up, and took out the No. 7 Middle School uniform that had been washed but never worn out of the desk.

The red and glamorous piece stimulates people's eyeballs and also stimulates Song Mingcheng's adrenaline.

"Lead the way." His voice was low, revealing the dangerous aura that was constantly fermenting in the darkness.

The large cafeteria has two floors and is located at the back of the three academic buildings. The canteen is surrounded by magnolias, and the rather Western European cold architecture makes it look like a small villa.

But the atmosphere inside is obviously not petty bourgeoisie.

Before Song Mingcheng could push the door, he could already hear the beast-like roar, the girl's cry, and the unsettling sound of fighting.

As soon as he pushed the door open, the light followed his steps into the oppressive space. The boy who came to report the news was like a little eunuch beside the ancient emperor, and roared proudly and proudly, "Brother Song is here!" ”

The students of the seventh middle school who were originally entangled with No. 1 Middle School were as if they had been given a fixation technique, and those raised fists were slightly restrained, although their faces were not good, they still gave Song Mingcheng enough face to ease up.

The first middle school students all looked at Song Mingcheng curiously, and the cafeteria aunts who were related to each other took the opportunity to carefully hide back in the kitchen with spoons.

"What's going on?"

Although he had already learned what had happened from others, the scene still had to go through. He stepped forward, and the crowd made way for him. One middle school is on the left, and seven middle schools are on the right.

The blood-red beads cut through the blue lake, and it was amazingly bright.

"They're stealing my food!" One of the No. 7 middle school boys pointed to the No. 1 middle school boy who had just been punched several times by him by the collar, and scolded angrily, "Damn, is it really rare for labor and management to have pig food here?" ”

The people who fought in order to grab the "pig food": "......" pig teammates!

Song Mingcheng's face did not move, and he looked at the boy from No. 1 Middle School. The boy from No. 1 Middle School squinted at Song Mingcheng, arrogantly did not speak, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

On the contrary, it was a girl from No. 1 Middle School, although she looked scared, she still said angrily: "It's obviously not your time to eat, it's you who grab the rice!" ”

Song Mingcheng sneered, provoking the stinging eyes of the rest of the middle school.

"Why is it time for you to eat?" He arrogantly suppressed with his gaze, the corners of his mouth were slightly slanted, his skin was not smiling, and his handsome face showed a bit of evil spirit, but those who knew Song Mingcheng understood that this was a precursor to his anger.

A man hid in the crowd and shouted, "This is the rule!" Before 11:50, it's the meal time from class (1) to class (10), and it's not your turn to be in seven! ”

Someone else had the audacity to ask, "That's right, why don't you line up?" ”

One or two people stood up, and the rest of them began to complain, and even said something like "I'm afraid they don't know what the rules are...... or "You don't know how much study time we wasted!" ”

It makes people angry just to listen to.

It's just that Song Mingcheng didn't speak, and the seventh middle school student didn't speak, but when they heard the cynicism of the first middle school student, those people clenched their fists, and when Song Mingcheng gave an order, they caught the maggots hiding behind the people and beat them up!

Song Mingcheng really couldn't bear it, he looked at the group of first-class students, and said: "In our seventh middle school, first come is first served, hard fists are the truth, this is also the rule, you ...... Do you want to try it? ”

The cafeteria aunts who originally poked their heads out thinking that the situation was getting better, saw this, and silently retracted their heads again.

"With a simple mind and well-developed limbs, you will only fight and cause trouble, thinking that this is a primitive society!" A middle school student was provoked by Song Mingcheng, although they have always been the first to read, but in the end they are all children with strong blood, and when they are provoked, they naturally do not choose to speak.

"You're a bunch of idiots who only know how to read to death! Out of society, you don't call us dad! Naturally, No. 7 Middle School was not to be outdone, and the sound was so loud that it almost overturned the roof.

The humiliated middle school student said: "It's just some rich second and third generations, according to your stupidity, you will either go to prison or lose your family property!" ”

"Believe it or not, I'm going to beat you to death right now!"

"Come on, beat, your mouth is terrible, but do you dare!"

The battle of mouths began again, and everyone had red eyes and thick necks, as if on the eve of the battle between the two armies.

Song Mingcheng watched the development of the situation unmoved, but his eyes were aimed at his mobile phone from time to time. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and the seventh middle school student, who had already gone berserk, suppressed his anger again and turned to glare at him. And Song Mingcheng squinted his eyes and looked at those people in Yizhong, like a leopard staring at its prey.

The seven middle school people ceased fire, and the first Chinese person looked at Song Mingcheng who did not play cards according to common sense in confusion, and there was still a look of almost mockery, anger and disdain on his face.

"Hit."

The people of the Seventh Middle School understand Song Mingcheng. When the raised hand drew a graceful arc in the air like a conductor, those seven middle students who were already suppressed their anger rushed towards one middle school like a wave. They broke free of their blue uniforms, and all of a sudden, the variegated colors surged into the waves, and struck with a torrential force.

preemptively, coupled with the fact that the first middle school student was not beaten, when Yan Zhou pushed open the door of the big canteen, he saw the miserable appearance of the first middle school student.

Song Mingcheng turned his head and sat on the clean dining table, with one foot on the table, his right hand resting on his knee, he used such a prodigal posture to receive Yan Zhou, whose face was as heavy as iron, waiting for the other party to make a move.

Yan Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly, then protected Tan Mengmeng behind him and asked her to leave to inform the teacher, and at the same time, he sounded the fire alarm.

The shrill chirping makes it hard not to notice the presence of such a person.

When the black Jiao enters the river, it can also stir up huge waves. Song Mingcheng didn't worry about Yan Zhou's force value after learning about him.

He almost didn't make much effort to knock down those seven-middle stupid people who only knew how to swing punches and threw them aside, and the first-class students who were also red-eyed did not escape Yan Zhou's punishment, and their stomachs or calves were taken care of.

Twenty-three seconds, Song Mingcheng thought to himself.

Yan Zhou used twenty-three seconds to nine groups of people, and stood in front of him without much effort.

Faster than anyone in Seven.

The seventh middle school students, who saw Yan Zhou's true power for the first time, stopped and looked at Yan Zhou vigilantly, but Yan Zhou only looked at Song Mingcheng.

"What are you doing?"

His voice was like water immersed in the Arctic ice, slowly chilling into everyone's ears. His juvenile voice was originally quite pleasant, but the chill in his tone made people feel awe.

Only Song Mingcheng, who was not shaken in the slightest, stretched his tone, and slowly explained: "As you can see, grab the rice." ”