"Bang Bang Bang..."

Maybe Wu Yong looked down on Miyamoto Shigeru too much, a despicable and shameless Oriental devil, or maybe Wu Yong was addicted to beating people, and after kicking Miyamoto Shigeru more than a dozen times in one go, his angry and gloomy face was slightly relieved.

"Grandma, aren't you very good at fighting? Get up and compare with Lao Tzu, if you can hurt a single hair of my hair, from now on, Lao Tzu will your surname. ”

Glancing coldly at Shigeru Miyamoto like mud, after spitting hard, Wu Yong spread his five fingers and pulled up the sallow-faced Shigeru Miyamoto.

"Little devil, I didn't want to fight or curse in college. But you fucking turtle bastard is going to force me to break the ring, if I don't beat you up today, you can go to heaven at the University of Liverpool in the future. ”

Wu Yong ravaged frantically just now, and had already kicked four or five of Miyamoto's ribs, and the sharp pain in his chest instantly spread to all his limbs.

"Ahem, ahem..." After coughing violently and taking a few mouthfuls of blood, Shigeru Miyamoto grinned and said weakly, "Your Majesty the Emperor, Wan..."

Banzai?

Million, your grandma is a big-headed ghost.

Today, your emperor is not here, otherwise Lao Tzu will beat him together.

Seeing that Shigeru Miyamoto did not change his life, he was beaten into such a miserable virtue, and he still muttered about His Majesty the Emperor and long live.

Wu Yong couldn't help but burst into an evil fire in his heart, and he didn't talk nonsense with Miyamoto Shigeru anymore, he directly raised his palm and slapped Miyamoto Shigeru's big face.

"Grandma, Nima is still talking about your bullshit emperor, right? Try again, I won't be able to beat you. ”

Wu Yong slapped Shigeru Miyamoto casually, and asked in a cold voice: "You kid is called, why don't you call the emperor." I want to see if it's your hard mouth or my hard slap. ”

"Bang Bang Bang..."

After more than a dozen crisp and loud slaps, Wu Yong suddenly found that he seemed to have some kind of preference for slaps.

As long as you see the face of the slut, if you don't go up and take care of him a few more times, it's like you're sorry for your hands.

In a moment's interest, Wu Yong hummed and sang pop music, while slapping to the melodious beat.

"Canghai laughs... Bang bang bang. Surging cross-strait tide··· Bang bang. ”

Just when Wu Yong shook his head and fanned happily, a sharp shout suddenly came from his ears!

"Wu Yong, you're too much, hurry up and stop me."

was suddenly interrupted by an order, and Wu Yong forgot for a while which sentence he was humming!

Wait, let's start from scratch.

"Canghai laughs... Bang Bang Bang! ”

"Wu Yong, you stop me, are you talking to me a deaf ear?"

Wu Yong's arm that had just been raised was grabbed by someone, and when he looked back, it made Wu Yong shudder.

It was none other than the beautiful guide Wenersg who came to stop it.

At this time, Wen Ersig's face was thin and angry, his willow eyebrows were coldly raised, and he asked in a cold voice: "Wu Yong, I really underestimated you, you have only been in school for a few days, and you openly beat other students in the school." ”

Battery?

Hey, hey... I'm sorry, I was a little addicted to the slap just now.

Wu Yong suddenly let go of his palm, and let Shigeru Miyamoto, who was like a dead fish rolling his eyes, fall to the ground.

With a sneering smile, Wu Yong frowned and excused himself: "Instructor, I didn't beat Miyamoto Shigeru. ”

"You still want to deny it, right, I saw with my own eyes that you were slapping Shigeru Miyamoto just now."

was questioned by the beautiful guide, which made Wu Yong suddenly a little speechless. After pondering for a while, Wu Yong showed a harmless smile on his face, and quibbled: "Instructor, you really misunderstood me, I was massaging Miyamoto Shigeru just now, I don't believe you ask other students." Shigeru Miyamoto likes my unique massage very much, and he doesn't let go of me. Alas, I am a good student, and I naturally try to meet the requirements of my classmates. ”

Massage!

When is the massage and the slap step?

Wenersig is also a high-achieving student who graduated with a master's degree, and he will definitely not believe Wu Yong's sophistry.

But when Wenersig asked the surrounding onlookers, everyone claimed that Miyamoto Shigeru took the initiative to ask Wu Yong to slap him, and also specifically stated that this was a massage method.

Winsegre didn't know that the Oriental ghost Michimoto Motomoto, who was arrogantly screaming just now, had already offended the anger of the public.

But any student who has a little blood and a sense of national honor and shame is eager to be able to produce phlegm and pull out his flesh and cramp out his bones.

Therefore, they naturally won't talk nonsense about Wu Yong's bad words.

With his long white and tender legs, Wenersg circled around the Jingwu Society, and the answers he got were very standard and uniform, and all the students claimed that Wu Yong was giving Miyamoto Shigeru a massage, not a beating.

There are even a few oily and smooth students, and they deliberately joke, saying that Shigeru Miyamoto likes this massage method very much, otherwise he wouldn't be able to roll his eyes.

Twisting his willow waist like a water snake, Wen Ersige walked in front of Wu Yong. When Apricot glanced at Shigeru Miyamoto, who was foaming at the mouth and looking out of shape, Wenersig didn't have time to investigate and collect evidence.

After glancing at Wu Yong fiercely like a knife's edge, Wen Ersige shouted coldly: "What do you see, why don't you hurry up and send Miyamoto Shigeru to the hospital." ”

I rub!

To send this damn Oriental devil to the hospital?

Grandma's, whoever you love goes, anyway, Lao Tzu doesn't have time.

Wu Yong showed a cynical sneer on his face, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and said with a light smile: "Hehe, Instructor Wenersg." I'm going to rush Feng Bo to the hospital now, I really can't get out, you better find someone else. ”

After that, Wu Yong didn't care what Wen Ersig's face distorted into, he strode up to Feng Bo in a grand manner, and helped Feng Bo to walk outside the door of the Jingwu Society.

Seeing that Wu Yong couldn't be called, Wen Ersige relied on his authority as a guide, twisted his willow eyebrows, and shouted at the onlookers: "You hurry up and send Miyamoto Shigeru to the hospital, I can blame you for this matter today." ”

The onlookers looked at each other and looked at each other, and they were really a little afraid of Winsg's threatening remarks.

But at this moment, a few rather naughty students openly sang against Wensig.

"Director Wen, I'm really sorry, I still have classes in a while, if the professor knows that I am going to send an Oriental devil to the hospital, I'm afraid he will fail me. Alas, there is really no way, our professor seems to have been beaten to death by devils. ”

"Oh, Instructor Wen, I forgot to tell you that I have a bad heart and can't exercise vigorously. In case I have a heart attack on the way to the hospital carrying Shigeru Miyamoto on my back, it will be..."

"I'm sorry, I'm not a student at the School of Finance. Moreover, I don't look down on these Oriental devils, I still have to play, so I won't waste time here..."

As these early birds openly sang the opposite tune, all the students scattered in twos and threes, and after a while, in a huge Jingwu Pavilion, in addition to Shigeru Miyamoto's little minions, there were only beautiful female guides and Shigeru Miyamoto left.