Chapter 7: Little Spicy Chicken

Questioning and kicking people's ass?

My family has more mines than yours.

With a surge of confidence rising in his heart, Nanyi took a step to the side, pretending not to hear Ning Zhixu's words through the sound of radio gymnastics. I didn't cast a single glance in the second half.

Fishing in troubled waters to deal with a recess exercise, accompanied by the sound of the teaching director from the loudspeaker, 'assemble', Nanyi followed the girls in the front row to the class team.

The director routinely emphasized the importance of studying and resting on stage, and after five minutes, the nightmarish recess exercise was finally ended in a complaining voice, and thousands of people immediately flocked to the school building.

Boys and girls are in groups of three or five, laughing and playing.

Nanyi has no friends and doesn't want to make friends with people.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked slowly and leisurely with the crowd alone.

"Master Xu, where are you going to eat after school at noon?"

This silly white sweet tone full of admiration and infatuation, except for Jiang Yu, the whole school can't find a second one.

Ning Zhixu was behind her, Nanyi subconsciously wanted to hide, she was ten thousand uncomfortable in the place where he was.

However, she had just taken a big step when she received another blow in the ass. This time it was the tip of the shoe that rubbed her buttocks.

"You!" Nanyi turned around and happened to meet Xu Ye's lazy eyes that had been decadent for 10,000 years, with thin eyelids, and he couldn't open his eyes to look at you casually when talking to you, as if you were a little spicy chicken.

She was choked with the insult in her eyes. 'You' didn't spit out the next word for a long time.

Ning Zhixu walked sideways past Nanyi, touched her shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, and said something that I didn't know whether to say to her or reply to Jiang Yu.

"There's something going on after school."

Jiang Yu immediately asked, "What's the matter?" More important than eating? ”

The young man's tall and thin back attracted special attention in the crowd, and everyone was silent wherever the mine owner went. So his next answer is particularly clear.

"people."

The two words are neatly grounded, as if there is no room for negotiation.

The people around him suddenly didn't even dare to breathe. Silently keep a certain distance from the big guy.

"Oh my grass! Dry people? Jiang Yu's voice with a megaphone spread the word about this matter within a radius of dozens of meters, "Master Xu, who messed with you?" Those grandchildren don't have long eyes. ”

Nanyi's grandson: "......"

Angrily pushed through the crowd and entered the school building. Along the way, there were still people talking about Ning Zhixu.

"Ning Zhixu really knows how to beat people? I haven't heard of it in a long time. ”

"Absolutely. Otherwise, why do you call him Xu Ye, haven't you heard, he was very good at playing in junior high school before. ”

"I guess something big is going to happen this time."

"Isn't that one of the gangsters who often hang out near the school?"

"Who knows? But I guess the end is quite miserable. ”

South. It ended badly. Meaning: "........"

A corridor on the second floor is very messy, but when I walk to the door of the third class, I feel the quiet atmosphere. It's not the silence of the teacher, but the silence of the dead silence, the silence of the whole class shrouded in a haze.

Nanyi walked to the head teacher's exclusive position and glanced inside through the back door glass.

Well, sure enough, the mine owner slept on the table again.

Ning Zhixu loves to pretend to be forced and hypocritical. Get a good night's sleep, there are many faults.

Bad thoughts formed in her mind, and the girl flew up and kicked on the wooden door.

Originally, I just wanted to make some movement to disturb the other party's good dreams, but as a result, I don't know if she was too resentful or the quality of the door panel was too poor.

There was a 'clang' sound.

The door panel fell to the ground and smashed into the class.