Little crying bag sticks to the dead enemy

"Crazy! Give me back my phone!"

Zhang Pinghao reached out to snatch his mobile phone, but he didn't expect Yu Jingyu to grab his hand and hit his stomach with the other hand.

Zhang Pinghao: "Aw——Woo!"

Yu Jingyu covered his mouth in time.

Yu Jingyu hugged the man, and the two brothers seemed to go out, "Let's find a place where no one will disturb you and have a good talk."

Zhang Pinghao didn't believe his nonsense of "talking well", he thrashed his limbs and wanted to beat someone.

However, Yu Jingyu's strength was much stronger, and the hands holding him were like iron tongs, motionless.

Yu Jingyu was merciless, and punched him backhand again.

Zhang Pinghao: "!"

Now Zhang Pinghao was completely soft.

Yu Jingyu dragged him out, threw him into a corner, wiped his hands in disgust, and took off his coat.

"What are you going to do?!"

Zhang Pinghao was so frightened by the opponent's posture that he backed away again and again, his stomach still felt a little uncomfortable. He caught a glimpse of a mop stick in the grass with the tip of his eyes, and his eyes could not help but become fierce, "Yu Jingyu, who the hell are you! What does it matter to you to take a few photos?!"

Yu Jingyu: "You secretly took pictures of my front table."

"Crap!" Zhang Pinghao was completely disgusted, "Are you fucking gay?! What happened to me taking pictures of your front desk?! Why is he so shameless?!"

As Zhang Pinghao said, he grabbed the mop stick in the grass and swung it towards Yu Jingyu!

Yu Jingyu dodged deftly, and the sound of the wind blowing from the mop rod rang in Yu Jingyu's ears. It was time for class, and there was not even a ghost in this corner.

Yu Jingyu's eyes sank, and he punched Zhang Pinghao's nose. Yu Jingyu's fist was practiced before, even if he withdrew his strength, Zhang Pinghao immediately screamed with nosebleeds.

Yu Jingyu went to grab his hand, Zhang Pinghao screamed in fright.

However, Yu Jingyu just pulled his finger and pressed it on the screen, and the screen was successfully unlocked.

Yu Jingyu looked through the photo album, and there were only a few photos from today in the photo album, and the deleted one was empty.

Yu Jingyu stared at Zhang Pinghao for a while, then suddenly opened a top V-letter chat page, and all he saw was a record of a large transfer.

Scrolling up, it turned out that all the photos sent in it were Qiao Fan's photos!

Zhang Pinghao saw that the other party looked at him and then looked at the phone, and his expression became gloomy in an instant. He was so frightened that he couldn't care about anything else, and immediately threw himself into the grass and wanted to run out.

However, in the next second, a hand grabbed his ankle, and a gloomy voice sounded behind him:

"Zhang Pinghao, you are looking for death." The hand dragged Zhang Pinghao back again.

Zhang Pinghao: "Ahhhhhh!"

Yu Jingyu directly stuffed a handful of soil in to block it.

Zhang Pinghao: Frightened and at a loss.

Yu Jingyu: "Is it still called?"

Zhang Pinghao was dumbfounded.

Yu Jingyu: "Who is Brother Yi?"

Zhang Pinghao shook his head.

Yu Jingyu seemed to have lost his patience, he let go of Zhang Pinghao, and picked up the mop pole that Zhang Pinghao dropped on the ground.

"You, you, you..." Zhang Pinghao was shocked when he saw his actions. He really couldn't think of a way to intimidate the other party. He felt that this person would really beat him up!

"Brother, brother, don't be like this...I apologize, can't I apologize bro?!"

Yu Jingyu waved the mop stick, not in the mood to listen to what Zhang Pinghao was saying, his mind is now full of those photos sent by Zhang Pinghao:

Those in the classroom, on the playground, in the dormitory, those smiling brightly, shy, angry, with tears in their eyes...

As long as he thinks that his fan is being watched in the dark all the time, being exhausted by all kinds of dirty thoughts|obscenities, he will be so angry that he is about to explode!

Yu Jingyu swung down the mop pole, but Zhang Pinghao couldn't dodge it, and got hit hard on the back. Zhang Pinghao was almost scared to death by Yu Jingyu, and he howled, "Yes, yes, it's just the way to earn [-] million!"

Yu Jingyu: "Who?"

Thinking of Fang Zhuyi's gloomy face, Zhang Pinghao hesitated for a moment, but it was more important to save his life, and said, "One, one in the first grade, I heard that he is also from Zhongshan City, and his family is super rich!"

Yu Jingyu froze when he waved his hand again, Class One, Grade One...

The one who attended physical education class with them today——

——Class one and one in high school!

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Outside, the drizzle had been replaced by a torrential downpour.

In the gymnasium, Qiao Fan didn't see Yu Jingyu after finishing the test. He was about to call him when he touched his pocket and realized that he gave Yu Jingyu his cell phone before the physical fitness test.

The students who have finished the test are free to move around. Some students have already made an appointment with basketball, and some are hiding behind the auditorium to play tricks.

There is a pool here, Yu Jingyu and the others usually come here to wash their hands after playing golf, and also wash their hair by the way, but Qiao Fan didn't see Yu Jingyu when he came here.

A male classmate ran over to turn on the faucet, but didn't expect the faucet to be broken, and the water would flow out all of a sudden——

The male student bounced away quickly, and the water jet swelled towards Qiao Fan who was behind him.

Qiao Fan was startled, he stretched out his hand to block the spray, but the water couldn't stop it, and he was drenched all over in just a short while.

Someone tried to turn on the faucet, but it was broken and the water kept spraying.

Qiao Fan stood in the middle of the field in a daze. He brushed his wet hair, looked at the students approaching, and subconsciously covered his body with his hands.

There was laughter, not mocking, but uncomfortable.

Seeing this scene in the auditorium, Fang Zhuyi couldn't help but licked his lower lip, opened the chat group, and there were previous chat records on the chat page:

Little Blue Dragon: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]

Chirp replies to Chirp: Damn, are you actually crying?

Don't love me, just love my money: Tsk tsk, don't talk, this little look is really attractive hahaha...

Four missing one: how about brother Yi, it's been so long, did you get that gadget?

Fang Zhengyi sent the photos he just took.

Xiao Qinglong: [Picture] is wet, I want to tease him.

Xiao Qinglong: After the end, I will show you the video.

Fang Zhunyi turned off the phone after sending these two sentences.

He sat there admiring the panicked appearance of the little prey for a while, and walked over when the person was about to leave.

"Qiao Fan, are you okay?"

The boys around saw the person coming and shouted: "Brother Yi."

Qiao Fan looked up at the person who came, it was Fang earning a hundred million.

Fang Zhuyi: "I'm sorry, my buddy was too careless and made you wet. I just left a change of clothes here, shall I take you to change?"

There is a lounge in the gymnasium, but it is usually not open to the public, so the people who can have the key are those who are treated specially by the school.

Qiao Fan said, "No need, I'll just go back to the dormitory and change."

Fang Zhuyi: "How can I do it, it's raining so much outside."

A teacher noticed a group of people gathered here, thought it was a fight, hurried over and scolded: "What are you doing, what are you doing here?!"

The boy who turned on the faucet shivered, and immediately explained that the faucet was broken, so he just turned it on.

Fang Zhengyi said: "Teacher, my friend was soaked all over. I have clean clothes here, and I am going to take him to change."

The teacher glanced at the sizzling faucet, then at the others, nodded and said, "Then hurry up, don't catch a cold."

Qiao Fan: "No need, I..."

The teacher interrupted him, "What's the point? You're already a college entrance examination. You're wet, so don't turn around and catch a cold."

After the teacher finished speaking, Qiao Fan sneezed.

Teacher: "... go, go, go."

The teacher waved his hand, and pointed to a few students, "You guys help me get a mop to mop the floor, and I'll get a new faucet to replace it."

Fang Zhuyi looked at Qiao Fan: "Let's go, my clothes are all new." Having said that, Qiao Fan couldn't refuse anymore.

The two walked through the corridor and came to the innermost lounge. Fang Zhengyi opened the door first and entered, and turned on a small light. The room was very dark, and the warm yellow light could only illuminate a small area.

Qiao Fan stood at the door without moving. For some reason, the glowing feeling that hadn't appeared for a while reappeared at this time.

He looked at Fang Zhuyi and took a step back, "I..."

"Why don't you come in?"

Fang Zhuyi looked at him in the room, "Did you notice something?"

"Are you aware that I have plans for you?"

Qiao Fan was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and ran away the next moment.

However, in the next second a hand stretched out from the room and pulled him in!

"Boom!"

Qiao Fan was slammed against the door panel, and then the lock clicked, and Fang Junyi threw the key into the corner.

Looking at the little prey confined in his arms, Fang Zhuyi couldn't hide his excitement in his eyes.

He lowered his head and sniffed Qiao Fan's neck, a little intoxicated, "That's right, it smells like sweet milk."

Qiao Fan was so disgusted, "Fang Zhuyi, are you fucking sick?!"

Fang Zhuyi smiled lightly, "Yeah, not only sick, but also very sick."

Fang Zhuyi raised his hand to touch his face, "Are you going to save me?"

Qiao Fan kicked over.

Fang Zhuyi was almost kicked three times in the middle and lower. He patted his trouser leg, "Yo, it's a bit wild. There are challenges, I like it."

Qiao Fan went to turn the doorknob, but the door was already locked.

Fang Zhuyi smiled at Qiao Fan's actions, and reached out to pull him.

At least Qiao Fan learned two tricks from Yu Jingyu, and he wasn't completely passive, but Fang Zhanyi was obviously stronger than him. He grabbed Qiao Fan's hand and broke it hard, and the piercing pain immediately spread to his brain.

Seeing Qiao Fan crying, Fang Zhuyi's blood surged up for a while, and he didn't show any mercy, he grabbed the opponent's hand from behind and savagely pressed it on the table.

Qiao Fan was in pain, and when he looked up, he saw a video camera on the table with a flashing red light.

Qiao Fan's pupils shrank slightly.

"Found?"

Fang Zhuyi put his lips close to Qiao Fan's ear, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Are you bisexual?"

Qiao Fan's expression instantly became weird.

Fang Zhuyi raised Qiao Fan's chin, pointed his whole face at the camera, and slid his fingertips stickily across Qiao Fan's jawline and neck, "The second young master of Qiao's family in Jingshui is a bisexual...you Said, if the video spreads, the entire Beijing water circle will know the secrets of your body, and know that you have been played by me."

"Guess, will your family be ashamed of you? In order not to make this matter worse, give up on you?"

Fang Zhuyi noticed that Qiao Fan's body was shaking slightly, and smiled, "It's scary, isn't it?"

"As long as you are obedient and I promise not to send the video to your parents and your brother, you will still be the second young master of the Qiao family—ah!"

Qiao Fan jerked his leg sideways and kicked Fang Jianyi's head with his toe!

Fang Zhuyi didn't expect Qiao Fan to do this trick at all, he was kicked in the temple by mistake and let go of the shackles.

Qiao Fan hurried to pick up the keys, but he didn't want his feet to slip. Fang Zhengyi grabbed him, threw him to the ground, and punched Qiao Fan on the head.

Qiao Fan's head bounced back and hit the ground with a "bang", his eyes went dark, and his mind buzzed.

Fang Zhuyi smiled. He brushed his hair behind his ears, continued to write the unfinished action on his hand, and then tore off Qiao Fan's collar, revealing his flat chest.

Fang Zhuyi's eyes widened: "What's going on, aren't you—"

"boom!"

The door panel slammed on the wall, Yu Jingyu stood at the door, looking at the scene in the room with gloomy eyes.

Before Fang Zhengyi could recover from the shock of why Qiao Fan's chest was flat, he was kicked out the next moment and hit the edge of the table with his back.

"Fan'er!" Yu Jingyu rushed over to pick up Qiao Fan. Qiao Fan was dripping wet, his shirt was torn, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Yu Jingyu hurriedly wrapped the clothes for him, "Fan'er, what's wrong? Fan'er!"

"Jing Yu?" Qiao Fan opened his eyes, his eyes couldn't focus, and his voice was nasal as soon as he opened his mouth: "I'm a little sick, I want to vomit..."

Yu Jingyu wiped off the water from Qiao Fan's face, only to find a big bump on his forehead.

Yu Jingyu took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, "Don't be afraid, brother will avenge you."

Yu Jingyu took out his mobile phone, dialed the number and said, "Send two ambulances to the gymnasium of No. [-] Middle School in the city."

Fang Zhuyi rubbed his chest and stood up, and was furious when he heard this: "Who the hell are you calling an ambulance for? Do you know who I am?!"

Fang Jianyi picked up the camera on the table and threw it at Yu Jingyu.

Yu Jingyu greeted him directly with his fist, so powerful that the lens was shattered with one punch.

The corner of Fang Zhuyi's mouth curled up into an evil smile, and the knife flashed in his hand, and he slashed straight at Yu Jingyu's waist.

——The pencil sharpener cut through the single clothes, spilling blood...

Yu Jingyu clamped that hand, and gave Fang Zhuyi a casual look.

Fang Zhuyi felt hairy all over his body when he was stared at by this look, and there was a crisp sound of "click", and a sharp pain came from his wrist the next moment——

Before he could make a sound, Yu Jingyu kicked Fang Zhuyi's knee again, and at the same time he elbowed Fang Zhuyi's chin. Fang Zhuyi screamed and choked in his throat. Flip, fainted.

Yu Jingyu made a call:

"Song Yi, you can come here."

—

Five minutes later, the siren of the ambulance rang along with the school bell.

The students stopped and watched one after another, and saw two ambulances stop in front of the gymnasium, and several medical staff rushed down from above to enter the gymnasium, and soon picked up two students.

Yu Jingyu came out after him, and the classmates in the second class of the third year of high school saw him and rushed forward to ask what happened.

Yu Jingyu explained: "Fang Zhuyi had an argument with Zhang Pinghao and fell down the stairs. Fan'er didn't hold back and fell down too."

Zhao Minglei and Yang Qian crowded over: "Is it serious?"

"We need to do an examination first." Yu Jingyu got into the ambulance ahead, "You two can help me and Fan'er take a leave of absence."

"Understood." Yang Qian said, "Remember to call back when the test results come out."

Yu Jingyu nodded, and the ambulance honked its horn and drove away from No. [-] Middle School.

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