I take a little action, that's the limit

In fact, to put it bluntly, I just want the three of Shen Heng and the others to intervene. As long as the three of Shen Heng and the others are brought in, we will be in a four-on-one situation. As long as the opponent is not Spider-Man, then all we can do is kneel down and beg for mercy.

Of course, I'm not allowed to beg that slut openly. After all, my handle is still in his hands. If I beg him now, isn't it the same as jumping into a pit of fire?

But don't worry, I don't know much about other people, like Shen Heng. I dare not say that I know everything about him, but there are only a few negative aspects of him, such as love, football, and games.

As far as the current situation is concerned, it is difficult to find a breakthrough in love and games, so I set my goal on football. With this in mind, I casually pushed the noodles to the side, stood up and sat down at the next table. On an empty seat.

The other party held a big bowl, drank all the noodle soup in it, and smashed it into his mouth. He looked like he still had something to say. Just when he was about to wave to the waiter, he saw me sitting across from him and asked, "Your Excellency, I have something to do." ?”

"Uh..." I was stunned for a moment, speechless for a moment.

The appearance of the other party is completely different from the image of a tall and thick villain in my imagination. He is about thirty years old, with a thin body, fair complexion, a goatee on his chin, and quite big eyes. He was staring roundly and looking at me critically.

I have to say, he looks so funny. Not only is he funny, but he is also unconcealably vulgar. I really want to ask: With your appearance, how dare you eat the Overlord meal? !

I had absolute confidence and could knock him away with one punch.

To be cautious, I didn't go up and beat him rashly. What if he was a hidden martial arts master?

I cleared my throat and asked, "I heard that you particularly like the Argentina team?"

"What Argentina team? Argentina team is a ball?" The opponent obviously doesn't watch football games. Not only does he not watch, he doesn't even know the name of the famous team. If he hadn't been wearing modern clothes, I would have doubted this brother. It came from the sixteenth century.

I smiled secretly in my heart: It’s done!

I was originally thinking about how to trick him into saying that the Argentine team was not good, but I never imagined that it would be so simple. Just one sentence made him fall into the trap. I turned my head and looked at Shen Heng. As I expected, Shen Heng heard this, He suddenly turned into an angry bull, stopped eating the noodles, looked at each other with the other two, and walked over in a swaggering manner.

As you can imagine, the result was that the wretched man was beaten up by the four of us and thrown from Lao Yang's noodle shop to the road.

Watching the opponent limping away, I suddenly realized a truth: Never offend a student with a strong sense of justice at any time, especially if you tell him that he likes that team in front of him.

The four of us clapped our hands and walked back to the noodle shop proudly. We happened to meet Lao Yang. I walked up and said, "Brother Yang, the grandson asked us to send him away. If he dares to come again in the future, If you’re freeloading, just call me and I’ll be here at your beck and call.”

The words of gratitude I imagined did not reach my ears. Lao Yang's chest rose and fell, and his face turned red as he asked me: "Did you drive Master Ma away?"

Master Ma? It turns out that kid also has a nickname.

I saw Lao Yang's excited look and thought he was extremely happy, so I said, "Brother Yang, who among us is following who..."

Unexpectedly, before I finished speaking, Lao Yang sighed and walked to the kitchen dejectedly, mumbling not knowing what he was talking about.

Um, does that Master Ma have a very deep background? Or is there another reason?

Thinking of this, I ran into the kitchen and asked Lao Yang, "Brother Yang, what's going on?"

"Xiao Luo, it's not your fault. You go and eat noodles. After eating the noodles, you go home and review your homework. Okay, you go out quickly. This place is full of oil smoke." Lao Yang squeezed out a smile and pushed me outside. expel.

Lao Yang's words were very polite, but I still heard the intention of blaming me.

how so? I helped him drive away the freeloader. Even if he doesn't thank me, he shouldn't have this attitude!

"Brother Yang, if you don't tell me, I won't leave." I hugged my shoulders and leaned against the door frame, acting like a rogue.

"Okay, since you insist on knowing, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to think blindly or delay your studies." Lao Yang hesitated for a moment and suddenly looked at me seriously.

"Okay." I nodded in agreement. Studying has nothing to do with this handsome guy a long time ago. I have already thought about it. After finishing the college entrance examination, I will go home to my grandpa and ask him to teach me the magic of flying to the sky and escaping from the earth. At that time, wasn’t there a lot of money?

Lao Yang put down the dough in his hand and said with a sad face: "Your little niece is sick..."

Lao Yang told me the whole story in a concise and concise manner.

After listening to Lao Yang's words, I was so depressed that I wanted to hit the wall.

It turns out that the wretched man named Ma is a wandering Mr. Yin and Yang. When he passed by Lao Yang's noodle shop a few days ago, he said that Lao Yang's daughter Xiaohua had touched something unclean. When Lao Yang heard this, he yelled and scolded the wretched man. He ran away, but that night, Xiaohua had a high fever and always said some strange things in her sleep, which frightened Lao Yang. Fortunately, early the next morning, the wretched man came to visit again.

After a night of strange things, Lao Yang showed great respect to the wretched man and changed his title to Master Ma, hoping that Master Ma could save the Yang family from dire straits.

Master Ma did not refuse, saying that he would clean up the evil spirits in three days and make Xiao Hua recover as before. As for the reward, he would receive fifteen bowls of noodles every day.

Lao Yang readily agreed. Seeing that two days had passed, he counted the days and found that today was the third day...

After listening to what Lao Yang said, I really wanted to slap myself in the face. I was not helping others, I was clearly hurting them.

Looking back now, Lao Yang never said that the guy was eating the King's meal. He blamed himself for being smart and taking it for granted. But now, I am the one who caused the trouble. Naturally, I will not sit idly by and do nothing. He said warmly: "Brother Yang, I will invite Master Ma back, don't worry."

After saying that, I walked out of Lao Yang Noodle House.

I was extremely upset, lit a cigarette, and walked forward aimlessly. There was a huge crowd. Where could I find Master Ma? What I hoped most now was that he would call the police to arrest me like Han Xiaolin. That way, I could see him, but unfortunately it backfired. I stayed at home until eight o'clock in the evening, and no one knocked on my door.

At Lao Yang's place, the bowl of noodles was almost untouched. At this time, I was so hungry that my heart was pressed against my back. I opened the door and prepared to go outside to eat something.

Not far away, I saw a figure in yellow clothes flying back and forth in the woods to the west, like a big butterfly.

I should mention here that the woods to the west are actually the place where the cloaked old man and the strange old man fought last night.

Seeing this, my scalp went numb, and I turned around and wanted to go home. Sometimes, having good eyesight is not a good thing.

Just when I turned around, I saw the man in yellow clothes turning his head. If I saw it correctly, that man was - Master Ma?