Look at that pair of school grass

Compared with the colorful hair of these little gangsters, Su An looks like a serious and good student even with the brilliant gold hair before.

The one with dyed red and black hair who was talking with a cigarette in his mouth, raised his hand to pinch the cigarette from his lips, and smiled with a wry smile: "Why, skipping class, it seems that our eighteenth middle school Didn’t your little overlord not learn well in the eighth middle school?”

"Hey, Eighth Middle School, Eighteenth Middle School..." Hongmao repeated the names of these two schools, and suddenly laughed twice, "They are both eighth, hey, they match you very well, bastard."

A few colorful gangsters around me laughed together, all dressed up like a group of demons dancing wildly.

If it weren't for the small number of people in this alley, the innocent people wouldn't know what would happen if they were frightened.

Wang Xinba's face was already dark, although his face was rarely not dark, but this time it was like turning from shiny black iron to rough black charcoal, exuding a violent aura from all over his body.

Su An stood beside her with her pockets in her pockets and said nothing, thinking that this must not be an old school friend reminiscing about the old days, but looking at her posture, she looked more like seeking revenge.

"Rat." Wang Xinba squeezed his eyebrows into a distorted shape, and said with an unfriendly face, "What do you mean, are you blocking me here?"

If it wasn't for the bad atmosphere, Su An almost wanted to laugh.

Rats, bastards, what kind of stuff is this abundant in the eighteenth middle school, can it be better?

In his heart, he had already silently numbered the gangsters next to him, the one with a green head was called the green-haired turtle, the blue-haired one was called toad, the purple-haired one was loach, and there was the most normal silver-haired gangster, but He keeps dangling around like his legs are useless, so let's call him soft-legged shrimp.

"Yeah, yeah, we don't hang around here, how can we see you." The red-haired mouse threw the cigarette butt on the ground casually, kicked it with his gray leather shoes, and walked forward two times step, "Brother Wang Ba?"

Su An was guessing the love and hatred between the two, and wanted to give Wang Xinba a hand with his classmate's great love. After all, he was so weak that he couldn't beat five of them. Afterwards, he listened to the red-haired mouse Go on and say:

"If I don't beat you to the ground, how can I justifiably become the boss of the [-]th High School?"

Su An who was listening: "..."

HELLO?What kind of strange reason is this because you are a second-year student? Wake up, this classmate, are you the head of a hot-blooded college?

In contrast, Wang Xinba was still a normal person, immediately frowned even tighter, and blurted out: "Are you sick?"

"Hey, bastard, what you said is wrong." The green-haired turtle next to him stood out to the red-haired mouse, "Didn't you say it yourself? If you want to be the boss of Eighteenth Middle School, you must beat you before you say it. Everyone But they all heard it."

The blue-haired clam, toad, purple-haired loach, and silver-haired soft-legged shrimp nodded in agreement.

Su An glanced at Wang Xinba, and thought that it was you who was sick.

Wang Xinba obviously didn't remember that he said this, his expression was distorted, mixed with a little disbelief.

Since this is an issue left over from the history of the Eighteenth High School, Su An has no interest in participating.

He gave Wang Xinba a "precious" look, and he didn't care if the other party took it or not. He lifted his foot and continued the steps that were blocked by the colorful gangsters.

Before he took two steps, his arm was grabbed by a desperate person. Su An squinted at the hand impatiently, and said in a deep voice, "Let go."

"Bastard, is this your new brother from No. [-] Middle School?" The red-haired mouse was unmoved, but moved closer, "Hiss, wait a minute, why do you look familiar to me..."

Su An didn't move and let him watch, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but sneered when he heard this: "Your way of striking up a conversation is too old."

The red hair was stunned, and the purple-haired loach behind him suddenly slapped his thigh: "Brother, this is not the one, the one from the No. [-] middle school, the one who fought with us last year... that... Su An!"

The red hair's expression instantly became enlightened, this time it was Su An's turn to be surprised, thinking to himself how could he not remember so many bright and varied fur colors he had fought with them before?

"Ouch, Su An~" The red-haired mouse patted his arm twice vigorously instead, and grinned, "Tsk, I almost didn't recognize it because I changed my hairstyle,"

It was agreed that the well water should not interfere with the river water, so Wang Xinba didn't want to break up with Su An, so he walked up to the red hair with a face full of irritability: "This matter has nothing to do with him, don't fucking..."

The red hair ignored him, looked at Su An and continued: "If this beats down the school bully of the No. [-] Middle School, wouldn't I just...um...Yang--be famous?"

It seems that Hongmao is not only a scumbag but also illiterate. A simple idiom has been rolled in his head several times before he can say it.

Su An was flattered, and didn't know when she would become a school bully.

But he felt that the rat was seriously ill, and there should be no cure for it except to give him a beating.

But today Su An didn't want to fight. He had just been tortured in physical education class, so he skipped class and just wanted to find an Internet cafe to lie down.

Just as he pulled away and wanted to leave, Hongmao smiled and said, "But what kind of hairstyle do you have, haha? Look at his hair, does he look like a Thai..."

Su An turned around and punched the red-haired bridge of the nose. Wang Xinba's eyes widened as he was close at hand.

What the hell, if you say beating, you can be beating, there is no notice, there is no reaction time to stop it at all...

A few minutes later, the red hair holding his nose and his four green, blue, purple and silver brothers followed Su An and Wang Xinba into a secluded corner deep in the alley, staring wide-eyed.

A few minutes ago, Su An, who made the first move, rubbed his fists, and pointed at the alley when the red hair was suddenly beaten and forgot to fight back immediately: "If you want to fight, go in and fight, and block the alley to call the police uncle?"

No one wanted to be invited to drink tea by the police, and they all felt that it made sense, so they moved their positions accordingly.

Under the low wall, Su An and Wang Xinba stood on one side, and the five-color team stood on the other side, facing each other. There was still a trace of dried blood under the red-haired nostrils. His eyes had shifted from Wang Xinba who was thinking about him to Su An, and he gritted his teeth.

This wave of hatred shifted quickly, Su An sneered, and hooked his fingers: "Tell me, do you want to come one by one, or come together?"

"It's none of your business." Wang Xinba said to Su An, "Don't meddle in it, just go."

"Then help you call an ambulance?" Su An looked sideways at him with disdain, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry and don't want to accompany you to the hospital."

Wang Xinba's face was like a dish.

The face on the other side didn't look much better, the red hair's face turned green, and the red and green complement each other really well, and he said "Bah": "Don't fucking want to leave, this punch is not counted, We are not done!"

"Who is with you and us?" Su An frowned and said back to him, "You asked for that punch, you cheap mouth."

The red hair stared: "What the hell did I say?"

To be precise, he hadn't been able to say it yet, and he was so stunned by the beating that he forgot. The green fur turtle next to him reminded him in a low voice: "Brother, you said that his hair looks like Teddy."

Su An glanced over.

The green turtle shut up.

"Ha, is that so?" The red-haired man laughed, turned his gaze to the top of Su An's head, and laughed again and again, "Did I say something wrong? Don't it look like it?"

"Like your dad," Sue Ann said.

The best way to deal with this kind of untidy person is to clean him up.

Su An followed suit personally, and in Wang Xinba's field of vision, the people next to him jumped out, and with his own strength, he rushed into the encirclement of the local five-color team without hesitation, and punched the red-haired face with a clear goal. .

Raw for the first time and familiar for the second time, the red-haired mouse came to his senses this time, covered his face with one hand and didn't look at it with the other, grabbed Su An's clothes indiscriminately, and grabbed Su An's clothes tightly, shouting: "Hit me! Hit me all!" !"

Colorful group of people mingling.

Wang Xinba stared blankly for two seconds, and finally said "Fuck" in a low voice, rushed forward and kicked the outermost silver hair to join the battle.

2v5, in general, is still a bit unflattering.

Su An never thought that he would stand together with Wang Xinba and beat others one day. Whoever was caught in the scuffle and beat whoever, seeing Wang Xinba's face next to him, almost couldn't help but beat him up, but fortunately, he didn't really beat him up. .

It's a good thing that bastard didn't dye his hair a strange color, Su An thought, otherwise it would be easy to accidentally injure him.

The five-color team lay in a circle in disarray, the colors on their faces were as wonderful as their hair.

Su An's side is not much better either, just after exercising and fighting again, she leans against the wall with soreness and doesn't want to move.

The red-haired mouse lay on the ground with its butt pouted and was still cursing, Su An casually grabbed a broken brick and threw it over, and the other side yelled, cursing even more fiercely.

"What are you talking about? Is it over?" Su An asked Wang Xinba after throwing the bricks, "Will they still look for trouble in the future?"

Before Wang Xinba answered, Su An laughed to himself again: "Don't be afraid of looking for trouble, Dazhi and Brother Xuan haven't come yet, otherwise we can directly send them to the hospital today."

These words are frightening, they have always been measured, and they will not really cause trouble.

But they didn't know the depth. What they meant from Su An's words was: "There are two more people as powerful as me."

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"Are you afraid?" Su An snorted coldly, raised her eyebrows, and said fiercely, "Get out if you are afraid."

"I'm afraid you are afraid." The red hair refused to admit defeat, and was supported by the green hair and blue hair to stand up, covering his buttocks with one hand, and pointing at Su An viciously with his index finger with the other hand, "This matter is not over, just wait for me !"

After finishing speaking, Su An waved his hand without any surprise: "Let's go!"

Shouted very aggressively.

Walking like a lame man with a herniated lumbar disc.

Su An couldn't help but leaned against the wall and laughed, grinning and grinning, her stomach ached.

I don't know if it's from too many sit-ups or just from the beating, but his expression was a bit grim, Wang Xinba glanced at him: "Are you injured?"

"It's okay, I can't die." Su An replied casually, "You're okay, I just saw you were kicked several times."

Wang Xinba turned his head: "Oh."

Su An also turned her head, thinking that even if this bastard had fought together, he wouldn't be able to be friends, because his temper and face were too stinky.

The stinky bastard didn't know what Su An was thinking, and Su An didn't see his unpredictable expression.

Wang Xinba fought the battle between heaven and man for a long time, when Su An crushed the stones under his feet and was about to leave, he said in a low voice: "Thank you for today."

Su An stopped and looked at him in disbelief.

"I owe you." Wang Xinba didn't look up, and continued, "You are a brother."

Suddenly a brother card was issued.

Su An scratched her head, feeling that she should say something, but it was awkward to be so serious, so she held back for a long time and said, "Uh...you're welcome."

He may have to take back what he said above.

Wang Ba still has a little bit to try to get along with.

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Tomorrow is still two more~