Hu Moyin said at this time: "Brother Song has gathered some people and is ready to go to Chen Qiao and break into the principal's office. ”

Tan Mengmeng's eyes widened, and the sentence "slot" was like a fish in his throat.

Yan Zhou was still calm, but his pace was fast, he rushed to the second (4th) class of high school, and blocked Song Mingcheng and the three tall boys brought by Song Mingcheng around the corner.

"Don't." Yan Zhou stopped on the road, looked at Song Mingcheng, and said in a low voice.

Song Mingcheng clenched his fist in his right hand, his thumb nail slowly grinded the first knuckle of his middle finger, and said angrily: "I have just asked the people in class (19), it was your teacher who provoked trouble, and he was said to only think about dressing up every day and not learning well, now we are here to seek justice, why are you blocking my way?" ”

"I want to play a student every day" 23.I can't just forget it It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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