After Xingyun finished her class, she was surrounded by a group of boys in front of the podium after class.

Many of them came to ask questions, and also asked questions about gossip about whether Xingyun has a boyfriend. Xingyun smiled helplessly, trying to deal with these with the tolerant attitude a teacher should have. Little hairy boys.

Some unruly people even started secretly, and Xingyun grabbed the boy's hand with a click.

"what!"

It was quiet all around.

"The end of disrespect to the teacher is just like this, and the students are also asked to be cautious."

Xing Yun smiled and pushed the silver wire framed eyes on the bridge of her nose.

These students saw that she was about the same age as them, and they felt that they could act recklessly.

Although she is about the same age as this group of people, her mental age is already old and they don't know how many lives.

Therefore, Xingyun's tolerance is also appropriately increased for these children.

But if you dare to harass like the salty pig hand just now, don't blame her for using special means.

Xing Yun's Xinuo, who was waiting in the corner, folded her arms in front of her chest, tilted her head slightly, and stared at the salty pig's hand who had been trampled on the ground for a long time before slowly retracting her gaze.

When the crowd finally dispersed, Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come on, let's go to lunch."

Xingyun put the textbooks and materials into the backpack, zipped up the zipper, grabbed the shoulder strap of the backpack with her right hand, and threw it on her shoulder.

"Sister, you go first, I want to go to the toilet first, you go to occupy a seat first, I will find you later."

Xingyun nodded without thinking, "Okay."

After Xingyun left, Xinuo followed the lonely classmate Xianzhushou, and when he was about to enter the dormitory building, he stopped him in a dark place with no one and no cameras.

"Classmate, is this the money you dropped?"

The classmate Xian Zhushou nodded hurriedly when he saw the hundred-yuan bill in Xin Nuo's hand.

The salty pig hand looks gentle and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. It seems that he has been forced to study for too long, so he is so bad in other aspects.

Xin Nuo handed him the money in his hand, and after the classmate took the money, Xin Nuo, who had put on gloves in advance, punched the salty pig's hand on the side of the face.

Xing Yun didn't have much strength before, so Xianzhushou classmate just couldn't use his wrists, and it would actually be better if he rested for a while.

But Shino is different.

He used nearly ten percent of his strength.

With this punch, the spectacles of the salty pig-handed classmate fell to the ground, and even his teeth mixed with blood were punched out.

After that, Xin Nuo beat the man to death and let him go.

He squatted down, looked at his classmate who was holding his stomach and kept moaning and crying. He chuckled softly, and said in a soft low voice:

"If I can't control my hands and the filth in my head, it won't be the same next time..."

"Woooooooo..."

Seeing Xian Zhushou sobbing and admitting his mistake with excitement, Xin Nuo stood up, lowered his eyebrows, took off his gloves, and wiped his face carelessly.

In order to prevent blood splashing on his face from being found, Xinuo also wiped his cheeks with a wet towel, went to the toilet again, and washed his hands and face carefully before calling Xingyun.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I had a stomach upset just now, and it took a long time."