Although Zhou Ming picked the head of this fight, no one looked at him directly in the scuffle that followed. When I saw him splashing gasoline bottles into the crowd, something happened, and people were caught off guard.

"Zhou Ming, are you sick? Do you want to do it? Is it fun to play with this kind of thing?" Luo Zihang, who was the nearest to the door, had a lot of gasoline on his body, frowned. .

  He most disdains this kind of people who can’t afford to lose and will die.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhou Ming yelled, his face gradually pale due to excessive blood loss becoming ghastly and terrible, and he even spoke with gritted teeth, "Hand over Song Ruye, otherwise no one will think about it today. Go. Song Ruye, come out for me!"

  A villain who is accustomed to conspiracy and trickery and invincible tastes the taste of failure for the first time, and was broken in front of the team members. This shame is so unforgettable that it is unreasonable.

  In this case, Luo Zihang is even more unlikely to let him succeed, his eyebrows closed, and he said solemnly: "Zhou Ming, if you want to trouble him, you have to pass me first..."

  Before he finished speaking, he was slapped on the shoulder, and then the tall and slender figure of the young man turned to one side, facing the crazy Zhou Ming.

  "Are you looking for me?" There was no arrogance and no panic. The young man's leisurely tone was like encountering a half-baked stranger in the street in the afternoon and was forced to strike up a conversation, lacking interest.

  Everyone at the scene silently twitched their mouths. They wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, their expressions were very embarrassing.

   Zhou Ming stared at him like a sea of ​​blood and vengeance, and the lighter in his hand was trembling with anger, "Song Ruye! Don't pretend to be stupid. In the morning, you clearly hurt people on purpose. I saw it clearly."

  At that time, he rushed over to grab the ball, and the boy clearly glanced at the time before deliberately adjusting his movements.

  If he hadn't experienced it personally, even he couldn't believe that someone in this world would control the details so precisely.

  In response to such a question, Qin Qing put her arms around her arms, so she replied in free time, "So what?"

What? Zhou Ming's expression became stiff, and he didn't expect the other party to admit it without even a hint of sophistry. Then the anger from his heart rushed to his forehead, making his mind dizzy. The gasoline bottle in his hand hit the ground, and the strong pungent smell bounced off. .

After a long while, he clenched his teeth and raised the lighter, and said to the handsome and fair face one by one: "Song Ruye, now I only give you two choices, one is to kneel down and beg for mercy, and the other is to go to the teacher with me. The office admits your crime and returns the victory that should have belonged to me!"

  The former is an insult to personality, and the latter is a trampling on the character, no matter which one is extremely difficult to adapt.

However, this dilemma didn't make Qin Qing's expression show the slightest distress. She didn't even lift her eyelids, and said unceremoniously with satire between her cool words: "Your victory? Haha, the so-called victory in your mouth. It’s just to use the method of hurting people on the court to force the opponent back, or else it’s framing the opponent. What, it’s just for you to taste the taste of being a suffering master.

  This is the typical thief shouting to catch the thief. The person he had united to deal with before was unspeakable. Now that he has changed his identity, this person is the first to jump.

   is ridiculous.

"You..." Zhou Ming was pierced by his despicable disguise, his lips trembled with anger, he simply sullen his heart and threatened with a fierce look: "Okay, I'm not too nonsense, do you do it? If you don't Do it, I will burn Luo Zihang first."

  It is Luo Zihang who has the most gasoline on his body. Once a fire is lit, he will be the first to suffer.

Everyone in   Seventh class was so frightened that everyone subconsciously stretched out their hands and called out to persuade them.

  As everyone knows, the other party is still afraid that the world will not be in chaos, and then stabbed in the past, "Then you have to have the courage to set the fire."

  It is that even people like Luo Zihang who are extremely arrogant on the ground do not dare to say such things in front of Zhou Ming, who has an extreme mentality. At the moment, when he heard his brain twitch, he suddenly wanted to ask his brother if he had hatred with him.

"Don't you think I dare to be? You really think I won't do it, right..." Zhou Ming was agitated so that the veins on his neck were violent, and his enlarged pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes, his expression was completely distorted to the extreme, "Song Ruye ,go to hell!"

In the roar of   , Zhou Ming was trembling with his fingertips sliding the igniting stone, the rustling movement was creepy, and then a cluster of flames popped out.

   "Run!" I don't know who yelled, and the crowd trapped in the store began to scurry around, running towards the rear in a panic.

  As soon as he turned around, Yu Guang saw that the young man who had been ridiculing and sarcasm suddenly loosened his arms and shot something out of his hand.

  The thing that looked as thin as a piece of paper swept past, and it cut off the flame that had just been lit. Then, before Zhou Ming could move, the figure of the young man still arrived in front of him.

   slammed his fist on the cheek, and the person who had already lost too much blood fell obliquely toward the threshold, and then there was no movement.

  Qin Qing smoothly caught the lighter from the air, turned her fingers dexterously, and the thing disappeared in her palm like a magic.

  The accident happened so quickly from the beginning to the end that everyone was shocked while maintaining the weird posture of twisting.

  Luo Zihang stretched out his hand in the air and froze there, his sight slowly fell to the poker card beside Zhou Ming’s feet.

   "I said, do you still carry this with you at school?" He squeezed out such a sentence with a very embarrassed expression, and he felt that his brother was a strange man.

"Get used to it." Qin Qing responded indifferently, and did not make it clear that he had trained playing cards privately as a weapon. He took out a clean veil from his pocket and wiped his fingers carefully, and then threw the thing away. Hospital, don’t let the school know about this."

After saying this, as if disgusting the smell here, he walked straight out of the shop.

  In the hot summer, the boy’s clean school uniform and the gesture of dropping the handkerchief at the end are elegant and noble, making it almost impossible to connect the scene of his hands-on beating.

  At the other end of the countless network cables, a group of people were smashed by Qin Qing's words.

  In a room with tens of thousands of spectators, the problem-solving on the desktop was once again forced to stop, but this time no one said anything.

  Everyone's eyes are focused on the last sentence left by the ID named "Baiyi Qingxiang" in the scrolling chat bar.

  ‘Wait a minute, let’s fight first. ’

  Fight...This should be literal, right?

Tens of thousands of gifted and gifted students opened their eyes wide, digging into these two words over and over, and almost went to the Chinese dictionary.