My Empress is My Bad Girl

Several men responded immediately and surrounded Zhao Yuanjing together.

One of the boys hesitated: "It's not good, don't cause any trouble, I heard that Zhao Xiaojing has depression and committed suicide."

"Suicide? He is bolder, dare to commit suicide?" The leading boy giggled, pointing to the corridor railing, "Depression? Come on, jump from here and let me see. If you don't dare, it will be explained. You did not grow eggs!"

Zhao Yuanjing said coldly: "So, you must be longer."

"What?" The boy was taken aback.

"If you dare not jump, it means you are not long." Zhao Yuanjing took it easy and returned what he had said.

The boy was stunned, and then became angry: "Why does I jump? I don't have depression!"

Zhao Yuanjing stretched out his hand, like a little chicken, lifted him up, and said coldly, "Are people who are sick should jump off the building?"

He carried him and put him outside the fence, leaving most of his body hanging in the air, "I like to bully people and look for excitement, right? Do you think it's so exciting?"

The boy's face pale in fright, his whole body stiff, and he didn't dare to move.

The other boys were also panicked, and quickly persuaded: "Zhao Xiaojing, don't be impulsive, if you push him down, you will be over, you will go to jail!"

"You killed Zhao Xiaojing, why didn't you go to jail?"

"Aren't you alive and well, you put him down, we won't bully you again, can you succeed?"

"No." Zhao Yuanjing's arm forcefully threw the boy out.

"what-"

The screams came one after another.

A boy rolled his eyes in shock and fainted unexpectedly.

Many students around and downstairs also shouted: "Oh my God, someone has fallen off the building, hurry up and find the teacher, call the police, and call 120!"

However, the imaginary sound of falling to the ground did not sound.

The boy fell on a leafy sycamore tree, and was steadily stopped by the thick branches and dense leaves.

Everyone cheered loudly.

After a few boys got scared, they limp all over and sit directly on the ground.

One of the boys pointed at Zhao Yuanjing and said, "You, you are lucky."

Zhao Yuanjing ignored it, patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and left.

lucky?

joke.

How can there be so much luck in the world.

He had long been able to accurately throw people onto the tree even if he had the right time and strength.

Different from his calm and indifferent, the other students heard that someone had fallen from the building, and all of them ran downstairs to watch.

When the teachers heard the news, they ran over in a panic, and found that the boy was honestly hooked on the tree. After a false alarm, he began to get angry.

"Zheng Zihao, what's the matter with you?" The head teacher of the third grade and third class was frightened and furious.

The principal straightened his stomach, panting and commanded: "When is this, are you still just training students? Get the ladder and get the people down first!"

He is the principal, and if something happens to a student, he can't eat it.

As long as people are okay.

Soon the ladder came.

A physical education teacher volunteered to climb up to save people, "Zheng Zihao, don't move, the teacher will take you here. If you move and fall, your leg will break."

The physical education teacher climbed up while talking.

The students onlookers also reassure Zheng Zihao.

They stood under the tree, their heads up.

At this moment, wow!

A sound of water fell from the tree.