"Grandma's, a student in class C, you have to be at the back of class F to do your hair!"

"That's it, Brother Calvin has a point!" Cockscomb nodded as he stretched out his foot and kicked the girl on the ground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Deborah!" Olivia saw the girl on the ground turn over and show a side face, and quickly stepped forward after recognizing it was Deborah. The cockscomb head wanted to shake off his majesty a few more times, but when he saw Olivia appear, he quickly shrank his head and hid behind the man named Calvin.

Pascal saw Deborah's hair messy covering her face,Dirt on her body,Suddenly felt a fire surging from the bottom of his heart like an explosion,Just about to step forward, he heard a cold voice that was not like a girl and said coldly: "Who is making trouble here,Aren't you afraid of being kicked out of the school park?" The cockscomb and Calvin held their heads high, and Pascal saw that look, and he wanted to pounce on them and trample them under his feet in front of the Discipline Group, crushing their heads repeatedly with the soles of his shoes before he could figure out the bird's breath in his chest. But in front of the discipline group, something happened.,Maybe you'll be kicked out of the school park.,Thinking of this, the guts suddenly fell like a ball that was punctured.。 Olivia looked at Calvin coldly, as if to remember that his appearance would be rewarding in the future, and patted Deborah with dirt and asked, "Are you alright?"

Deborah shook her head: "It's okay, it's just that I can't use magic because I'm tired......"

"It would be nice to get some rest. Olivia reassured. Pascal couldn't help but blame himself, the competition in the mountains not only exhausted her magic, but also depleted her motivation to practice, which made Deborah so depressed.

Calvin puffed his chest and spitted: "Bah, the garbage of Class F, wasting two draft spots for nothing! If I were in Class F, wouldn't the draft spots be handy!" Today's class C draft competition, Calvin dressed up as the class leader, he wanted to shock the audience, but he was beaten to the ground in the first game, and he was kicked out of the field before he could do anything, and the ball rolled out of the court in the laughter of everyone; he held his stomach sulking to trim his hair, but he knew that Deborah was lined up in front of him, and after learning that Deborah was a student of class F from the cockscomb head, he suddenly felt that his dignity as the president of class C was seriously insulted, and then he threw Deborah out of the barber shop with great strength, and saw that many people poured out of the boulevard to watch, and the cockscomb head continued to come out to shake the majesty of his class C squad leader under the instigation of the cockscomb。

"That's it, if I were in Class F, I wouldn't have to choose it!" Cockscomb seemed to be talking to Calvin, but the voice was sharper than the roars of the others.

"Didn't you say that your dad had a lot of energy in Constantinople, you didn't have to participate in any drafts to go to Atlantis, Newton School and Plato's School were rushing to ask for you, are you still hesitating which one to go?"

"Ah, that's what I said, my dad is amazing, and he is a great official, but I can't tell you what he does, this is a high-level secret of the Empire!"

"Alas, if it weren't for my mother's illness and ruining a lot of money in the family, I would have had the money to buy Bazooka, and I would have been able to blast that crooked face into the sky with one shot, and I wouldn't have accidentally fallen for his tricks!

Pascal was still trying his best to suppress his anger, but Olivia on the side couldn't help it anymore, pushed Deborah towards Pascal, stepped forward and was about to speak, when he saw a person with a withered face squeezed out of the crowd and grabbed the head: "Since I am a student in class C, I must be very powerful in magic, I am from class F, and I was beaten by this student Deborah in the mountain competition before." Since you look down on our F class, you don't need others to do it, let me, the person at the bottom of the ranking, learn and learn first!"

"Phew—I see you're getting impatient, and I don't dare hit you with the presence of the Discipline Team, do I?" Calvin grinned, his fat piling up like water under his cheeks, wrapping his entire neck, and wondering if it was extra difficult to speak.

"It's called a sparring, a magic sparring, and Nero won't interfere, isn't it?" the cockscomb looked at Nero with a grin. Nero, however, looked at Olivia and Pascal as if he hadn't seen the man. The tall Laura behind him said coldly: "Then don't rub it off, hurry up and do it, just don't kill people!" But with the waste magic of your kind of waste, you can only kill ants!"

Calvin was peeking at the beautiful leg under Roland's short black skirt with relish—Lola was wearing a short black skirt, and the stockings below were also above the knee, revealing only a thigh, which looked whiter and tender than a lotus root—and when he heard this, his fat rolled like boiling water, and he glared at Heine angrily, and shouted: "You, you—look at Lao Tzu's greatness! Six-shot revolver—" A gunshot rang out, and the crowd dispersed, but they all formed a circle and circled a ring on the boulevard. It turned out that Calvin wrote that the gunmen in the movie quickly pulled out their guns and fired, but Heine was faster than him, and when his finger pulled the trigger, he felt a pain in his wrist, and his wrist was drawn by a rattan, and the revolver also flew into the air, and when it fell, he was grabbed by Fulton on the side.

"Get out of the way, the beautiful reporter is coming—Kuroko, you're here too, why didn't you inform me!" Polly sat down on the bow and floated to Pascal's side, patted him on the shoulder, and the blue dragonfly flew to her hair, tied her hair, and stopped flapping her wings, "Fortunately, I still have this spy Xiaokou!"

Olivia couldn't help frowning when she saw Polly's behavior and talk, wondering how Pascal could be so familiar with her.

"I just thought ......"

"What the hell is going on?"

"That guy bullied Deborah. ”

Polly nodded: "Outside the nickname, Pascal School Park Tianzi No. 1 big fat man, bullying the school garden No. 1 little thin man, alas, is it because he was too fat to be dumped by his ex-girlfriend again and again, and his psychology is becoming more and more perverted, and when he sees the bean sprouts girl so thin, he can't help but be jealous? Well, yes, it must be this reason!

Although Pascal found this explanation more dramatic, he still honestly stated the facts: "He was frustrated in the draft, so he took the opportunity to attack!"

Polly added fuel and vinegar: "This dead fat man can't even register for the draft because he's too fat, so he can't help but go crazy when he sees the bean sprout girl so thin! Alas, I don't have any self-control at all, is there no reason why I'm so fat? Pascal was about to take it when Calvin shot Polly in anger, and with a wave of his right hand, the paper knife flicked into the air. Olivia stretched out her hand, and for some reason the bullet landed between her thumb and index finger, and then pinched it with a gentle pinch.

Polly saw that there were two masters to support her and put her heart at her, and pointed at Calvin: "Look at you dead fat man dressed strangely, like a clown begging for leftovers on the side of the road, it turns out that you don't know any magic at all, so you rely on these things to succeed!"

Calvin's face suddenly turned like a pig's liver, and he was carefully dressed up in today's draft, specially made a furrow head shape, with a red sweatband on his head; he wore sunglasses on his face, and under the sunglasses was a horizontal and vertical blood-red camouflage; he was wearing a bulletproof vest on his upper body, with a magazine inserted into it, and a trench coat on the outside, but it was put on the well-proportioned drop-shaped figure, which was almost like an apron; he also carried a bullet on his back, and his lower body was wearing tight leather pants that should have been specially customized, and two gun clips were tied to the outside of his thighs; he was wearing leather boots on his feet, and there were spurs behind the boots。 Even Pascal couldn't help but laugh at the sight of this nondescript dress.

"Look at how good my future cowboy is!" Calvin cried as he drew his pistol from the outside of his thigh and fired at Heine in unison. Heine deliberately frustrated his prestige, and his hands clenched the rattan and shook it, and from a distance it looked like a folding fan, blocking all the bullets.

Pascal saw that Calvin was holding a Browning pistol, which was a famous product, why did the gunfire jingle, but it was like a wind chime shaking, and turned his head to look at Olivia: "The gun is forbidden in the Empire, right?"

"He didn't have genuine arms and guns, but magical equipment, and the cartridge casings weren't gunpowder, which was much less powerful, and was used as a façade for those who didn't know magic. Olivia said aloud.

"Is that different from killing? How could the empire sell such a thing publicly?"

"Magical equipment is only available to the church, and it's not cheap. ”

Pascal said no more, thinking to himself that the church was afraid of the degeneration of the imperial court, and wanted to equip the common people to resist the evil court? But if the price was extremely high, how could the common people afford it, and was it not a contradiction? Perhaps it was to deceive the imperial court...... Pascal found such an explanation.

"A bullet is 1 silver baht! Hmph, look at you class F a bunch of poor ghosts can't afford it!" Calvin ran out of magazines, and was just about to change the bullets, when he found that he was holding the gun in both hands, he hurriedly threw the gun in his left hand to the ground, and reached out to fumble for the magazine, "Where, where, what kind of garbage, I don't know how to change bullets, I want to change bullets, you are not allowed to come-"

Heine smiled coldly, and with a long brush in front of Calvin, the rattan split his head and pulled away.

There was a crisp crack, and there was an oblique blood mark on Calvin's gourd-like head, and he held his face in both hands: "You...... You dare to hit me...... Class F's garbage--ouch, stop, what are you doing in the discipline team--Mom-"

"Use ******!" shouted Cockscomb as he hid behind the crowd.

Calvin reacted at this time, reached out and groped behind his back, how could Heine deliberately make him make a fool of himself, his hands twitched from side to side, he kept jumping like he was stepping on coals under his feet, and his hands were shaking like an electric shock, and finally found that the ******'s gun belt was hanging around his neck, and the gourd's head shrank into his hand******; "Come on, the garbage of Class F, isn't it rampant, come on!"

"Big brother, get a bullet—" The cockscomb screamed again in the cracks. Calvin then remembered ******that he had to reload every time he fired, otherwise he had so many bullets hanging obliquely, so he hurriedly pulled out a bullet, but saw that the magazine flew into the air like wings, and he was too busy to jump up and grab it, but his body was too plump, his windbreaker was surging like water waves, and his toes could not leave the ground at all.

The bullet was ripped away by Heine with a rattan stick, and he grabbed it in his hand like a belt and shook it vigorously. "Anomalous features!" Fulton screamed. Calvin was about to reload, when he remembered the scene in the movie where the special function was unleashed and the bullet slammed, and he screamed and threw the ****** away, hugged his head and crouched down.

"What guns do I have, what guns do I have, cockscomb, where is the death!"

"Big brother, you still have MP5, hang it under your armpits...... Oops, why is my head so hot...... Ah, why is my clothes on fire—oh, Daddy, help—" Cockscomb screamed and ran into the hairdresser behind him.

Heine has any special abilities, but scares Calvin. Calvin hurriedly grabbed the submachine gun, but the trench coat was too close-fitting, where to get it, but fortunately, the other man was in a hurry, his arms shrank and his back arched like a hedgehog, and the trench coat cracked from it, and he also seemed to break out of the shell, threw the pieces of the trench coat, grabbed the two submachine guns hanging on his shoulders with both hands and pulled the trigger, and the MP5 immediately screamed with joy. Heine's rattan in his hand was bent and bent into a rattan card, and Calvin on the opposite side shot indiscriminately, not even talking about aiming, and occasionally a few bullets were bounced back by the rattan card; he was afraid that the rattan card would not be able to block the power of the bullet, and was ready to dodge at any time, but he knew that the bullet hit the rattan card and only trembled slightly.

"Heine, you're welcome, smoke that fat pig's mouth!"

"This is a real fat pig, Rabelais can only be regarded as a little pig compared to it!"

"I'm a piglet, just like a bear covered in water, I'm a real fat pig!" Rabelais jumped to his feet, and then realized that something was wrong, "No, I mean ......."

"Needless to say, you have the title of fat pig!" Russell laughed, he was playing with Rabelais, Fulton and others, and suddenly heard that there was a lively scene to see on the boulevard, just Rabelais was 3:8 behind, and he wished that there was a chance to slip away, so he couldn't help but pull Russell over to see the excitement.