In the past, when he was in the seventh middle school, his favorite place to stay was the rooftop, which was contracted by him alone and never disturbed. It's a pity that No. 1 Middle School not only does not have a rooftop, but also does not even have a decent hiding place, Song Mingcheng walked around the campus for a long time before finding a location that is not ideal in the sports warehouse.

At the moment, I can only make do with it first.

He lay on the cushion used to do sit-ups and think about countermeasures, and after a while, Song Mingcheng finally sat up, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, the boredom just now was swept away, it seemed that he had thought of a good way to deal with Yan Zhou.

Merely...... Before really dealing with Yan Zhou, it is better to give them some appetizers.

Immediately, he chatted with a few people privately, and by the time the afternoon class was over, and at dinner time, his younger brothers had already gathered all the props that Song Mingcheng needed.

Pinching the balloon filled with black paste in his hand, Song Mingcheng could already imagine the office of the Discipline Inspection Department being destroyed by him. Thinking of this, he was in such a good mood that he wanted to catch Qin Deng out and beat his nose and face to be swollen.

The younger brothers had already explored the way for him, and he also held the map in his hand, believing that he would never get lost, so when he waited for the evening self-study, when the sophomore group went to the school auditorium to listen to the principal's speech, he sneaked out of the team and set off towards the route that the younger brothers had shown him before!

On an isolated island surrounded by water on three sides, there is only one Longmen Bridge made of white stones that connects the hustle and bustle on the other side, and you will feel the coolness when the wind blows on a summer night.

But now in February, it's just cold.

The road on the campus is very wide, the night light is very quiet, and a little dust swirls in the light and shadow, and the teaching building in the distance is brightly lit, like a grand flame.

Song Mingcheng walked through the dark and somewhat damp underground garage without attracting anyone's attention. The underground garage is connected to the auditorium and the teacher's office building, because everyone is in the auditorium, so the lights belonging to the teacher's office building are turned off, and the whole building is completely black, which also gives Song Mingcheng convenience.

The non-infrared monitor did not play a role at all in the dark night, and Song Mingcheng glanced at the monitor almost with a big grin, and entered the office building openly.

Because it was pitch black, Song Mingcheng could only walk in the direction of his memory, which was a great challenge to the direction idiot.

Song Mingcheng stood at the door, and when the mobile phone light shone on the golden doorknob, he was silent for a moment.

In my impression, the door of the office of the Ministry of Discipline Inspection was made of round iron, which was completely different from the current sassy gold. But Song Mingcheng is still very calm, after all, he often encounters this situation, isn't it just getting lost, the road is always walked out by people, just look for it!

When he walked the teacher's building from the first floor to the seventh floor, and then from the seventh floor to the first floor, and still couldn't find the so-called round iron doorknob, Song Mingcheng was a little speechless and pinched the broken map, a little doubtful that he had entered the wrong building.

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Time passed minute by minute, and Song Mingcheng still did not find the office of the Discipline Inspection Department marked for him on the map of the younger brothers. He was sitting on the stairs panting, tired as a dog.

Song Mingcheng thought about the reasons why he had fallen into such a miserable situation countless times, and finally pointed to Yan Zhou, the initiator, in the same way, he gasped and almost popped the balloon in his hand.

Hold back, just one lap, the last lap.

He gritted his teeth and went upstairs, slowly searching for his way in the quiet of the night. Just when he was about to return home, he caught a glimmer of light in the dark night.

Through the crack in the door, it reached Song Mingcheng's feet.

Someone!

Song Mingcheng not only did not flinch, but slowly approached the glimmer of light. He hadn't walked to this place, visibility was already low in the dark, and the room was hidden around the corner, and the door was still open to the other side, so he couldn't have noticed it unless he looked closely.

When he reached the door, he used his phone to see the round iron handle he was looking for.

It's actually here!

What a shabby design, no wonder he couldn't find it!

Song Mingcheng was not at ease, and used the mobile phone light to shine on the copper sign on the side, as if he saw the red Song font of "Discipline Inspection Department", he wiped the sweat on his forehead, and there was a relief-like relief.

He boldly knocked on the door.

One minute later, two minutes later...... There didn't seem to be any movement coming from inside.

Song Mingcheng was bold, thinking that there was really no one inside, so he pinched a bulging balloon from his trouser pocket and smashed it towards the door!

The sound of "pop" is particularly loud in the early night.

Song Mingcheng was satisfied to see the black slime flowing from the door of the Discipline Inspection Department emitting an unpleasant smell, and pinched up a balloon again, ready to open the door.

And the moment his hand touched the doorknob, the door was opened from the inside, the speed was very fast, and the force was strong enough, so that Song Mingcheng crashed into the door, and together with the balloon in his hand, he was also crushed by the momentum of the door.

Yan Zhou immediately turned on the light in the corridor, looked at Song Mingcheng, whose face was covered with black clothes, looked at each other for a moment, still with that cold and dead appearance, and said, "Are you damaging public property?" ”

Song Mingcheng was in the middle of February, upstairs and downstairs fearlessly and persistently looking for the office of the Discipline Inspection Department, so hot that he had already taken off all his clothes except for the school uniform and threw them on the first floor.

Then he noticed that the balloons in his trouser pocket seemed to have burst, and the liquid was winding from his thighs to his calves, and it felt as disgusting as it could.

A big boy who is only sixteen years old can't figure out why his fate will be so bad and his life will be so tragic since he met Yan Zhou.

"Yan Zhou, are you a fucking turtle with a shrunken head, labor and management have knocked on your door so many times, you don't dare to come out?" Song Mingcheng is so uncomfortable now, so uncomfortable that he has no interest in fighting.

Especially now his posture is too much, too indescribable, and he really can't bring out his heroism to one or two, plus he didn't come to fight, just to serve them some appetizers, but he didn't expect to be retributed on himself, which is really unlucky.

Yan Zhou frowned and looked at Song Mingcheng, who was dressed in pitch black and still dancing with his teeth and claws, and quietly listened to him scold for a long time before saying, "You are a bastard." ”

His tone was too determined, and Song Mingcheng kept his mouth shut, still not believing what he had just heard. After confirming that Yan Zhou had indeed scolded him just now, he immediately jumped to his feet and said, "You're a fucking turtle!" ”

Yan Zhou smiled lightly, as if spring had returned to the earth, the scenery was in the moon, and then, he reverted to the iceberg dead face just now, and said, "Call Dad." ”

Song Mingcheng was stunned on the spot, thinking carefully about the battle between the turtle king and the bastard, and finally reacted and found that he had never even fought a verbal battle, and he was so angry that he wanted to turn around and leave on the spot.

"Stay."

As soon as the words fell, the light in the corridor jumped, and with a gentle "snap", it was actually tripped at this time.

In such a dark night, only starlight seeped in through the window beside him, Song Mingcheng felt that now was a good opportunity to slip away, and hurriedly applied oil to the soles of his feet, but suddenly came into contact with a cold rod-like object - he immediately recalled the whip that Yan Zhou used this morning.

It's just that the one that stopped him seemed to be thicker than the one he had seen in the morning, and the material didn't seem to be so hard......

I don't know what Song Mingcheng pressed, and suddenly the whip made a "crackling" sound.

Is it a whip that can be electrified? Song Mingcheng was horrified in his heart, turned around and threw a punch at Yan Zhou.

No one is there at the moment, and it is a dead end of the monitor, Yan Zhou wants to do something...... I really can do something. In particular, Yan Zhou is a male god admired by everyone, and he is a scumbag who is not in the stream and is not expected by his family, even if he says it, it is estimated that no one will believe it.

"You actually attacked with a whip!"

So he swung this punch without reservation, he is not a master who will obediently suffer a secret loss, if the other party wants to lynch, then he might as well strike first!

Even a strong person will definitely fall to the ground and beg for mercy. In the seventh middle school, he relied on such a fist to make those people retreat again and again, and Song Mingcheng knew the power of his punch.

He didn't want to get involved with Yan Zhou so quickly, but the other party would actually use such indiscriminate means - such an idea made Song Mingcheng feel disappointed and out of control.

But the moment the fist approached the other party, Song Mingcheng felt as if it was empty. The next moment, he felt a blow to his abdomen that was more painful than his heart.

Along with this, there was Yan Zhou's cold explanation: "This is not a whip. ”

The air pressed heavily into his head, and Song Mingcheng felt an indescribable feeling of suffocation coming over him. But the body still stood unyieldingly, and Song Mingcheng actually endured the pain and used his leg muscles to continue the next attack.

It's just that he has never felt such a violent pain, and his lower feet are not as decisive as before, and he was entangled by Yan Zhou with skillful force again.

Song Mingcheng felt his body take off, and then, he felt the dazzling light and shadow explode in front of his eyes, like countless fireworks all over the starry sky. It took a moment for his gaze to refocus on the ceiling.

His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and all that was left in the air was his panting and the "crackling" of electricity on what appeared to be a whiplash.

He heard Yan Zhou walk over, turn off the power of the thing, and throw it into the office. Song Mingcheng just wanted to stand up and leave, but he was pressed to the ground and couldn't move.

His back was tightly pressed against the cold ground, and Song Mingcheng realized that he had lost.

Under Yan Zhou's two moves, he lost completely. Song Mingcheng sighed in his heart, and finally chose to give in for the time being.

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses.

"So what do you want me to do? Tomorrow, I'll find a door to compensate you, won't I? Song Mingcheng did not lose the battle, still maintaining his vicious tone and posture of attacking Yan Zhou at any time.

Although now he is still crushed to the ground.

Yan Zhou didn't pay attention to Song Mingcheng's tone of "like a great enemy" at all, but just lightly ordered: "Clean up." ”

"What?" Song Mingcheng was like being struck by lightning, and his whole person froze. Not to mention that Song Mingcheng never does housework, even a person with a little ability can see how difficult it is to restore the door that has been half hacked.

But Yan Zhou's constantly increasing arm strength reminded Song Mingcheng that he was not joking.