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Yi Qian pulled down his eyelids and put his index finger on his mouth, stopping Lu Zhaoli from saying anything else.Lu Zhaoli shut up resentfully, but did not let go of Yi Qian.

The voices were high and low, and Yi Qian couldn't hear clearly. Pushing away Lu Zhaoli's hand, he lowered his voice and said to him, "When you grow another ten centimeters, I will come back to this set."

Every time I have to stand on tiptoe to hold him down, isn't it tiring?

Regardless of him, Yi Qianfang approached the corner with light footsteps little by little, and then sneaked out and half-turned his head, trying to see what happened.

Lu Zhaoli was stunned by Yi Qian's words, and realized that he was indeed too short.In fact, he didn't feel that way before, but since he got close to Yiqian, all the people he came into contact with were tall and big like the volleyball club, and they were all legs as far as he could see.

Touching his neck, Lu Zhaoli also followed his example.

There are some old and rusty fitness equipment in front of the warehouse, which have been eliminated a long time ago, but there are too many things in the warehouse to put them in, so they can only be left outside.It has been corroded by the wind and rain all year round.

Only one seesaw looks better, and there are two people sitting on the only usable equipment.

To be precise, one is squatting and the other is sitting.

The squatting figure is below, holding the handles with both hands, and his legs are spread apart, looking a little funny on the little seesaw.This person is still very familiar, he is the student eating pancakes in the parking lot.It would be sullen and silent, like a tiger waiting for its prey.

On the opposite side was a young man who was born to the outside world, also wearing the uniform of Fujiwara High School. He raised his hand high and held a mobile phone in his hand. He should have said the sentence just now.

Yi Qian also knew the person who was trying to jump up to reach his cell phone, the lame man who was followed by a female ghost that he met just now.

Well, the female ghost is still following him.

"Give it back to me!" The boy tried to dance a few times but failed, so he had to give up, and turned to scold the proud boy.

"If you don't pay it back, you have to take it yourself!"

"I don't even know you two. What kind of grudge do I have against you?" The boy was obviously puzzled, or felt that those two people were unreasonable.

The student above was startled, looked at the silent person squatting behind, and put his mobile phone into his pocket, "No matter, Brother Feng asked me to show you some color, I have to make you look good, Think about it for yourself, did you do something to offend Brother Feng?"

The one named Brother Feng stood still, with a sinister face as if someone had killed his own father.

Yi Qian looked back at Lu Zhaoli suspiciously. Fujiwara Middle School was very picky about accepting students, and the conditions were also very strict, but these two people were obviously a bit like delinquent boys, and I don't know how they got in.

"I don't even know him! Where are we going to offend him!" The lame student howled to the sky, and when he saw the eyes of the man squatting on the seesaw, he shrank back in fright.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, just start today. I, Ji Feng, want to bully someone, it's really not my turn to ask." The person behind finally spoke, he took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, took He took out the lighter and lit it. He looked very skillful, a bit like a gangster boss in a Hong Kong gangster movie.

"Cripple, who makes you look the best at bullying... Tingzi, hit him!" Ji Feng changed from squatting to sitting, breathing out a big smoke ring, ready to watch a show.

The lame boy's face immediately turned green. In fact, being called "crime" twice had reached the limit of his patience.This kind of appellation, only the person concerned knows how painful and embarrassing it is when his own shortcomings are ridiculed by others.

He was on the verge of eruption, but Yi Qian, who was observing secretly, saw that someone had already started to erupt.

To be precise, it should be a ghost.

The female ghost aunt wearing a pale pink top suddenly had a hostile energy, and ordinary people couldn't see it, they could only feel a gust of wind blowing.

Just as I was shivering, the seesaw, which had been in disrepair for a long time, was finally overwhelmed. When a screw was broken, it sank downward, and the boy named Tingzi fell down without holding on.

"Damn it...she's really evil!" He quickly got up, turned to look at Ji Feng, and was relieved to find that he was fine.

When I came back to my senses, I felt that it was too embarrassing to be embarrassing in front of this cripple, and just in time I saw the lame boy making a snickering movement, and became angry from embarrassment, stepped forward and pushed him hard, and shouted: "What are you looking at! What are you laughing at?" laugh!"

Although the tone is childish, the strength is not small, and the latter's legs are not strong enough, so he was easily pushed down.

Ji Feng frowned, went to push the pavilion aside, looked at the classmate who fell on the ground with contempt, and brushed the dirt off his shoulders, "You must find it incredible, right? You don't know me, so I just want to bully you , it doesn't make sense!"

Ji Feng spread his hands, and then changed his face like a madman in a second, grabbed the lame boy's collar and pulled it, "But you remember, the strong want to bully the weak, it's just a matter of fist, there is no reason at all Yan! If you want to blame, blame you for touching my bad head and letting me see the most disgusting picture in this world!"

When Ji Feng said this, his eyebrows squeezed together, as if he could no longer suppress his anger, he raised his hand to give him a slap.

The lame boy closed his eyes, but he didn't feel the pain for a long time.

Ji Feng's hand was held down.

"Are you a freshman in high school?" Yi Qian held his wrist with a strange expression on his face.

It can only be in the first year of high school, and I haven't shed the innocence of the second year of middle school, and I don't know the rules of Fujiwara. I think that after being a bully for three years in junior high school, I can do whatever I want in high school. Hmph, it's too naive.

Ji Feng only felt his wrist tighten. Before that, he hadn't seen anyone walk in.So when he heard the question, he was still a little confused. When he raised his head, he felt that there was a wall blocking the sunlight.

"Who are you? Let go of me, Brother Feng!" Tingzi took a step forward, but probably because he saw that Yi Qian was too tall, he shrank back invisibly.

Lu Zhaoli hugged his chest against the wall not far away, watching with relish.

"You still dare to form cliques and bully your classmates at school. I think you don't want to go to school!" Yi Qian frowned, not giving him any good face. He took pleasure in bullying others. The heart and liver were gnawed by pigs and dogs.

"What's none of your business?" Ji Feng stood up, he wanted to break free from Yi Qian's hand, but he couldn't break free with all his strength.

If you can't break free, hit him.

Thinking about it, Ji Feng raised his hand to greet him, but was also blocked by Yi Qian.

The treacherous-eyed Tingzi saw that Ji Feng didn't seem to be Yiqian's opponent, rolled his eyes, took a few steps back and hurried to the fence next to the warehouse, and shouted twice to the outside: "Hurry up and save Brother Feng! Someone is going to beat Brother Feng !"

Yi Qian was taken aback, taking advantage of this gap, Ji Feng shook off his hand and quickly took two steps back.

Four or five heads popped out of the wall.

"What are you?" Could it be that there really is a small organization?

The warehouse and the cafeteria are in the corner of the school, outside the wall is outside the school, and there is no camera here, the few people who jumped down and Ji Feng in front of them all had wicked smiles on their faces, feeling that they had gained the upper hand again.

Yi Qian had never encountered such a situation before, and he had never participated in group fights or anything like that.

"Senior, why don't we run!" The student behind struggled to get up, obviously frightened when he saw the situation.

Although Yi Qian had never fought before, he hadn't tried to persuade him either. Moreover, the fighting power of ordinary people was not enough in his eyes.

"I really don't know the rules of Fujiwara. I only know that fists are the hardest. If you insist on following the rules, I will beat you until you don't recognize the rules and only recognize fists!" Ji Feng raised his head, as if given With a signal from the people behind, Tingzi and the boys who didn't wear Fujiwara school uniforms surrounded him with blowing fists.

Yi Qian's expression can no longer be described with such shallow words as frowning, he should be dumbfounded.

"Ji Feng... It's not easy to get into Fujiwara. You'd better be honest and study hard, can't you? Did you read too many old novels and feel that you are awesome—"

"It's really annoying, Brother Ting! Do you want to beat him?"

"beat him!"

The little follower might not be able to bear Yi Qian's earnest tone, so several of them went up together, some raised their fists and some raised their feet.

1 minute later.

"The fist is hard, but you have to follow the rules!" Yi Qian sat on the back of a small follower and shook his fist.The people below felt the pain and burst into tears, "Brother! Go down, brother! I beg you!"

Ji Feng looked at Yi Qian like he was a monster. He had been a bully for so many years, but he really didn't see anything to fight with. Originally, children were playing small fights, so where could they see any real skills.

"What did the minister do, take a stool or make a stool?" An impatient voice came over.

Ji Feng heard the sound and went to look, only to see a dark figure coming out from the corner of the wall, the leader with his hands in his pockets, tilted his head like a grandpa, and the gaze in his eyes was more fierce than a lion in the animal world.

In fact, he has added a filter, Li Tian swears, his eyes are really not scary at all, not at all.

"Huh?" Li Tian was a little surprised.

Followed by two other third graders and three second graders, all wearing black volleyball uniforms, no one under 185 in height, walking over like black clouds turning black ink.

In addition, they belonged to the sports department, so they already had the kind of unruly physique to stare at anyone who was pregnant, even if they were not angry, they looked fierce, and they seemed to be more difficult to provoke than Yi Qian.

"Why are you here?" Yi Qian stood up from the little follower, who scrambled and ran away quickly.

"The director is about to lose his temper, and keeps calling stool stool," Li Tian walked over and raised his chin, "What's going on?"

A group of youngsters touched their faces, rubbed their legs, rubbed their lives, and covered their faces with resentment.

It's really hard to explain this matter, Yi Qian bit his cheek, and looked back at them, "Maybe he is a thorny student in junior high school, who wants to be the bully of Fujiwara...Here! I bumped into a bullying student." Yi Qian mocked smile.

Hearing this, the faces of those volleyball club members were very bright, maybe it was this obvious mockery that angered Ji Feng over there.

He swept his eyes, and the people standing in front of him gave people an invisible pressure, but he couldn't swallow this breath, and he must find his way back.

Turning his gaze around, he stopped at a certain place, just in time to meet Lu Zhaoli who was leaning against the wall and watching the show with his arms around his chest.

Ji Feng yelled with his fingers.

"The shortest one, beat him up!"