Chapter 224: Simple We Are Not Simple

There is a lot in the dream, but it is a fantasy after all.

Before being reborn, the dream demon in the pavilion with a sharp weapon in his hand, Gao Qiu hoped that it was his true self.

Now facing this campus bullying again, Gaoqiu clenched his fists indifferently, and Yuan Dachao's flying leg did not make Gaoqiu feel afraid.

The non-retreat and non-avoidance of golf is not fear, but fearlessness.

I saw that as soon as Gao Qiu raised his hand, Yuan Dachao's thigh that rushed over seemed to be caught by pliers, and without waiting for Yuan Dachao to react, Gao Qiu pulled hard, and a wail came out of the air.

"Ah......" I saw Yuan Dachao come to a big split, and everyone looked at it in pain.

Yuan Dachao shouted a pig cry, Liu Chao stepped forward to help him up, and at this moment, everyone's eyes were surprisingly similar, and they all looked at the high ball.

In their eyes, the golf ball has become more and more hateful, and they have not seen it for a short time, but they have no fear and dare to fight back.

This made Wu Yongle, who had always been arrogant and bullying like a fish in water, unhappy, and they stepped forward in unison with fierce eyes.

The opposite side of the high ball is coercive, and the momentum is calm and there are no ripples.

But both sides know that the battle is imminent.

At this critical moment, suddenly the breeze gods broke onto the rooftop.

"Qiuqiu, so you're here!"

As Li Hu spoke, Qingfeng 7 mermaids rushed in, and everyone stood with the golf, looking ahead.

"Qiuqiu, are you alright?"

Wang Chaohua was particularly concerned about the golf, and there was no trace of the golf in the basketball class in physical education, and only after inquiring about Yang Qingsong did he know that the golf was on the rooftop.

Only then did I find out that the golf ball was tragically blocked.

Wu Yongle and several people looked at each other, and the 7 people who were with the high ball were also freaks, and they did not have deep friendships with their classmates in the class, but the high ball was the first to look forward.

Seeing that there were many people, Li Hu and the others were aggressive, and Liu Chao and they left the scene angrily.

Looking at the breeze gods, a smile appeared on the golf's face.

"It's okay, let's play basketball then?"

"Okay, let's go!"

In the corridor on the 4th floor, Wu Yongle and several people were melancholy.

"I don't know what tricks this high ball uses, this Li Hu and they are like fart, guarding this high ball every day, and it is difficult for us to start."

"Gaoqiu, this beast, when he gets the opportunity, he must be cleaned up, let him kneel down and eat."

Yuan Dachao said indignantly.

"You're still cleaning up the high ball, look at your embarrassment, you actually let him make a big split with the high ball, what, you want to dance ballet!"

can say this about Yuan Dachao, only Wu Yongle and Yao Na dare to say this, and the poisonous Li Na has to shut up.

"Let's find another chance, I don't believe that this golf ball is not lonely, it depends on how long she is angry."

"After playing eagle all my life, I was finally pecked blind by the eagle, bad luck!"

"Haha, did Dachao pull your fork to the egg just now?"

Liu Chao coaxed on the side, and the poisonous tongue Li Na hugged Liu Chao, and the two kissed directly.

At this scene, Wu Yongle and the others were not surprised.

It's not uncommon for middle school students to fall in love, but those who can be as blatantly familiar as them are still a minority in No. 2 Middle School.

"The times are progressing, fate is ringing, when the pace of the new era sprints the gears of the journey, all the good long-cherished wishes will usher in the greatest historical moment, the bell is approaching, the colorful flags are fluttering, the horns of those thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are building one milestone after another in the snow-capped mountains, the glorious tower spreads its wings in the voyage, behold, what a scorching dawn it is, only by moving forward all the way, morale is high, we can welcome back our own victory. The complex world is not complicated, and the simple us are not simple......"

At lunchtime, the radio of Zhen No. 2 Middle School was broadcasting the excellent essays of the third grade of high school, which seemed to have become a historical tradition of Zhen No. 2 Middle School, but it also woke up the ears of the people within a radius of 100 meters.