"I'll fuck you."

Zhao Kun didn't say a word, and kicked Song Chuan in the chest, after a long time of training in the school, the physical fitness of the half-level ability will be relatively better.

This one foot down.

Song Chuan was immediately kicked and vomited blood.

Sun Miao, who was beside Zhao Kun, sneered, stepped on his face and pressed it, "Where do you think this is?" ”

"Pretending to be an uncle, and you're still here?"

"I see you're so tired of being a kid."

"This is our Kun Ye." Sun Miao squatted down and patted Song Chuan's face, "I'll see you later, kneel on the ground and call Grandpa three times." ”

After speaking.

Another group of people went up and punched and kicked Song Chuan.

Several other challenger boys watched from the side, but they didn't dare to speak.

These people are different from the bullies in real schools, they are not afraid of the so-called parents, the teacher is the main god, and they will not care about such things as them.

I can't beat it.

Except for swallowing your anger.

There is no other way.

Zhao Kun and they bullied enough, and Song Chuan didn't look like a freshman representative like this, so he kicked a few feet and left.

"Brother Chuan!"

As soon as they left, the others dared to go over and help Song Chuan.

Song Chuan was beaten and his nose was blue and his face was swollen, so he reluctantly sat up.

"These people are too bad things!" A boy clenched his fists, "Brother Chuan, do you want us to talk to Brother Qi." ”

"Brother Qi will definitely get justice for you."

"Justice, justice."

Song Chuan wiped the blood from his mouth.

"I'll handle it myself."

In this world, there has been no justice for a long time.

What's more, he himself boasted about Haikou for the sake of face, how could he find a master to pay for his bragging.

"Let's go back to the dormitory first." Song Chuan said.

……

"It's time to go to bed!"

"open the door for me!"

The shouting and kicking of the door made the whole dormitory building uneasy.

Inside dormitory 203.

The boy with the head of the pot got off the bed, "It's over, it's over, it must be Zhao Kun's gang who are going to check the name of the dormitory again." ”

"Mighty and blessed?"

Jiang Zhian chewed potato chips, "Why do you feel like a landlord." ”

"Not a landlord."

The head of the pot lid "oops", "Zhao Kun, a half-level ability, has a fire-based ability, even if he and the group of people around him don't rely on ability, their physical fitness is very powerful." ”

"Let's put it this way."

"Except for the full-level supernatural who lives in the top dormitory, all of us are the targets of their bullying."

"However, the full-level ability is busy exercising and participating in the selection exam, so they don't have the time to take care of our affairs, so this is Zhao Kun and their biggest."

As soon as the words fell.

Their dorm door was kicked open.

A few boys walked in around an inch.

"Check the bed."

Sun Miao stepped forward and knocked off the potato chips in Jiang Zhian's hand, "Who the told you that you can have snacks here!" ”

Jiang Zhi'an glanced at him.

"Man is iron, rice is steel."

"What's wrong with a snack?"

As soon as Jiang Zhian finished speaking, he was punched by the person in front of him.

"What's wrong? How the do you dare to talk back? ”

Zhao Kun's gaze fell on the young man sitting on the bed inside, and he raised his chin, "You? ”

"Don't you see us coming?"

"Dare to sit on the bed?"

The boy was dressed in black, his eyes were half-squinted, and he couldn't see any emotion.

"You didn't hear me talking to you, did you?"

"Still sitting?"

Zhao Kun was angry, and just about to start scolding, the young man didn't know when he stood in front of him, and his slender fingers pinched his neck, tightening it a little bit.

The tone also became cold and cruel.

"Do you have an opinion?"