Early the next morning, the entrance to Kyoto Loki University was crowded with all kinds of people.

Some of those people are journalists, some are fans, some are passers-by, and some are those who have ghosts.

In order to prevent accidents and chaos today, Kyoto Locombs University has closed its three gates since last night and arranged for all security guards to work overtime.

Looking at the closed gate and the guards who did not enter the oil and salt, many people showed a trace of disdain.

"It's just a third-rate university, and I can't get into it usually. Do you really think you're the best university in the country?"

"Yes, yes, isn't there a saying that what kind of school cultivates what kind of people? First-rate schools focus on academics, second-rate schools focus on technology, and third-rate schools focus on discipline. Look at these neatly dressed security guards, it really fits this sentence. A man with a ghost in his heart fanned the flames and said.

His words aroused the approval of many people, and there were originally many people in this group of people with evil intentions. They looked at the security guards who had anger on their faces, but they didn't dare to speak out. They laughed uncontrollably.

Xiao Zhang, an eighteen-year-old guard boy who came out to work after graduating from junior high school to provide for his younger siblings to go to school, clenched his fists and looked angrily at the people who fanned the flames with cool words.

Because, in the mouths of those people, they are being said more and more ugly, not only are they said to be lazy and lazy garbage, not only are they said to be unlearned waste, but they are also shouted that their families will be the same as them in the future.

He wanted to swing his fist and knock the fiercest man to the ground, because, in the heart of this innocent eighteen-year-old boy, his younger siblings in the countryside would sooner or later be admitted to university and would not become despised security guards like him.

It's just that he doesn't have the courage to wave his fists and scold, because as long as he wavs his fists and scolds, maybe he will lose this hard-won job.

Although he didn't have the courage to wave his fists or curse, he could stare at the man who cursed his entire family to be security guards for the rest of his life, just like him, with his angry eyes.

Perhaps it was because of his angry eyes that angered the man who cursed him, who walked up to Xiao Zhang and fiddled with his expensive iPhone and said:

"If you're not convinced, reach out and hit me. As long as you're not afraid of losing your job, come and beat me, little security guard. ”

Xiao Zhang looked at this person, his fist tightened, but he still held back, not daring to look at that person.

Actually, in this world. There are always some people who are generally not very happy with themselves, and they don't have the courage and action to change, they can only ridicule and bully people who are temporarily inferior to themselves to find their own superiority.

And the person who shouted the fiercest was such a person, he looked at the two or three hundred yuan old machine on Xiao Zhang's waist ostentatiously, and asked with a smile while playing with his expensive Apple phone:

"Why don't you look at it? ”

And Xiao Zhang just held back his anger, lowered his head and trembled, and let this kind of scum mock him.

Maybe the voice of the scum was too loud, which caused a lot of onlookers. Although everyone felt a bit excessive when they listened to the words of the scumbag, no one stood up to accuse, after all, they only came for Wang Kairui, and they were afraid that they would miss Wang Kairui by standing up and accusing this person.

Of course, there are also some people who think it is excessive, but they still want to make this scumbag even more excessive, and those people are often entertainment reporters who are angry because of the security guards, and people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and they are eager for all news and gossip!

They looked at the two people in the field with contempt, a tall scumbag with an Apple machine, and a thin old machine security guard who had been eliminated by the times. For the sake of news, they began to fan the flames.

"Little security guard, why did you bow your head and hit him. ”

"That's right, the little security guard hurriedly waved his fist and hit him, he said that your whole family is a security guard, and the dog put up with it. ”

"Looks like you're a dog. The dog will bark and fight back, and you are not as good as a dog. No wonder you're a little security guard. ”

Instigated by those who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, entertainment reporters have picked up cameras to shoot Xiao Zhang, and they are eager for Xiao Zhang to fight back.

It's just that this simple boy didn't make any moves except clenching his fists and lowering his head and trembling all over.

And the other guards on the side are the same, after all, they are not only security guards, they also signed a contract before they joined the company, and one of those contracts is that they represent the face of the school!

Looking at the silent security guards, those people felt even more interesting, and they began to spray from the security guards to the school, laughing at their group of security guards for being the same garbage as this school, and raising a bunch of garbage!

It's just that when they were shouting, Yang Fan and Brother Long had already come to the vicinity of the school in civilian clothes, and they listened to the remarks of these scumbags who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic and entertainment reporters who had no professional ethics at all.

Yang Fan felt angry, and after he said a few words to Brother Long, Brother Long took off his down jacket in understanding, revealing his little vest in the ice and snow, and the lifelike flower fairy tattoo on the small vest opened his wings with Brother Long's rapid breathing.

Brother Long yelled: "I'm coming", and rushed into the crowd like a bulldozer.

His two stout arms were matched with his savage and ferocious tattoos, and his tall, strong body that was red from the cold and did not wear a down jacket.

Let all the people who were pushed away by him dare not speak out, after all, in their eyes, people wearing vests and tattoos in this kind of winter are like neurotics.

And those who shouted for cruelty looked at Brother Long's fierce appearance and childlike tattoos, and they were too frightened to speak.

And Yang Fan walked unhurriedly along the trajectory pushed away by Brother Long, he walked in front of Brother Long, and he also took out his mobile phone, his mobile phone is not a popular mobile phone in the world, just a mobile phone of one or two thousand yuan.

He took his mobile phone and turned on the photography function, and said to those cameras who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic and reporters:

"Aren't you very good at talking? ”

Yang Fan's condescending words made many onlookers feel dissatisfied, and they wanted to go up to teach this ordinary boy who didn't know the height of the sky, but looking at Brother Long, who was panting behind Yang Fan and wearing a vest like a nervous disorder, and the security guards who clenched their fists and raised their heads with red eyes, they coaxed again.

"What's the matter, say. Yang Fan suddenly smiled and looked at the person who shouted the most.

"Didn't you say that our school is garbage, and we cultivate garbage? Yang Fan stepped forward and continued.

The aura that he had cultivated for a long time made this young man feel oppressed, and he kept retreating, perhaps because he felt oppression and tension, so that he accidentally didn't hold his iPhone steady and fell to the ground, only to hear a "bang", as if the screen was broken.

He hurriedly picked up the apple that had fallen on the ground, and he looked at the broken apple in distress and was silent.

"Hmm, don't you want to shoot them fighting? The profession of a journalist is to shoot facts, are you worthy of your profession as a reporter?" Seeing that the man was silent, Yang Fan turned his head and took his mobile phone and said to another reporter who was fanning the flames.

"I didn't fan the flames... Even if you fann the flames, do you care about me? Who are you? Get out of here, don't affect our shooting. The entertainment reporter had obviously seen the big scene, he was not afraid of Brother Long, he looked at the young man with a cheap mobile phone with contempt.

"I naturally take care of you, the reason is that I am a student of this school, and I don't allow you to insult my school, do you know? Moreover, I am also the online drama director you want to interview, Yang Fan!"