Is this class leader fake?

Chapter 21

When returning to the bar and reaching out to push the door, Hua Yue suddenly saw a familiar burnt yellow head, paused and walked towards the corner.

"Be smart today, don't think about confronting that kid head-on, remember what I said before coming here, and the benefits that Brother Dong will give you will definitely be indispensable."

Hua Yue raised his eyebrows.

See you again brother...

It seems that the wrists of these brothers who were broken by Ling Cheng last time have grown back, and they dare to come to his territory to act wildly again.

"But don't we have to think of an alternative plan, in case we don't put him down all at once, there is still a remedy."

"Whatever plan you want, if it doesn't work, put a plastic bag on him, stuff him for a while, and cover him until he faints."

Listen, this idiot's execution plan is purely a joke in terms of business ability.

Hua Yue casually put the bag on the external stairs next to him, glanced at the wooden stick under the stairs, and finally pulled out the thin steel pipe that had been removed from the stool leg, and walked majestically into the sight of Huang Mao and the others.

"Fuck! Isn't this the boy's best friend?"

The short winter melon who came with Huangmao before pointed at Huayue and almost stared out.

Huang Mao was stunned for a while, then pressed the cigarette in his hand hard on the ground.

"Did you fucking hear that?"

Hua Yue smiled.

"Why are you so surprised? Didn't you let me hear it on purpose?"

As he said that, he took the steel pipe and tapped it twice in the palm of his hand, as if he was holding some kind of teaching aid.

"Buried people at the door of someone's house, holding an iconic bird's nest and chatting about the plan at the top of their voices. You used to make funny movies, right?"

"You don't want to stand up for that boy Ayuan, do you?"

Huang Mao gave an ouchy laugh, with contempt in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid to fold yourself in. Do you think you can be heroic and invincible with a broken stick?"

Hua Yue raised his eyebrows and shrugged, ignoring his first nonsense question.

"I'm not him. I never fight with people. I don't feel at ease if I don't have something in my hand."

"Hold!"

Hearing Huang Mao's cry, Hua Yue sighed helplessly.

Can't you change the necessary lines before starting the action? It's terrible to be uneducated...

Hua Yue doesn't like to fight, and doesn't fight easily, but it doesn't mean he hasn't fought.After all, when he was in junior high school, he had learned to fight for a period of time. Although he didn't intend to have any practical value, at least he could get rid of the five scumbags who had no ability to parry.

When Huang Mao rushed over, Hua Yue took a step back, and drew a stick to the arm he sent over.

Seeing him clutching his arm and howling, Hua Yue touched his arm sympathetically, then turned around and kicked away the rushing man.

"I said, Huang Mao, can you change your habit of punching first in a fight? Do you think you are a kangaroo?"

"Hey Winter Melon, you are so tough that you will hit the wall... Look at you, tell you not to listen to your father..."

"Oh shit? Why are you always grabbing my steel pipe? Come here, let you experience the hardness of the steel pipe..."

Huayue talks a lot and makes small moves.

He is different from Ling Cheng, he prefers this way of taking advantage of his unpreparedness to attack rather than the way of attacking like a tiger in one shot. After all, he is very clear about his own ability.

Anyway, there is only one thing, Brother Hua can't get hurt.

"Fuck|Your mother! Shut up for me!"

The yellow hair got a headache from his noise, and this kid smoked people where the skin was thin and the flesh was scarce, smashing the bones, and the people who smoked were in pain.

After a while, Li Quan brought this person out.

Hua Yue put the steel pipe aside, and said with a smile to Huang Mao, who could no longer get up.

"How about it, do you still come to get my partner's idea next time? Do you still want to ask for credit from your brother Dong? Dad is not short of money. I will pay for the medical expenses. I don't mind paying double next time, as long as you can bear it." Come on, it’s not impossible to reward you with a ten feet of red.”

Hua Yue knelt down and looked at him with coldness in his eyes.

"Go back and tell that local boss that A Yuan belongs to my father now, and next time, it will be him who is beaten by my father."

Seeing Hua Yue turn around to get the bag thrown on the stairs, Li Quan greeted the people next to him, and followed Hua Yue to the bar.

"My lord, is the wave over?"

"My lord, be careful what you say."

Hua Yue rolled his eyes.

"Today's matter is not your style. You can't do it if you don't do it. You take special care of your monitor..."

What I said about boyfriends and old friends before was basically just a joke, and Li Quan didn't care too much.

But today in the bar, I heard the waiter say that Hua Yue made a hand with someone, and when I came out and saw his vigor, I felt a little confused.

Huayue didn't respond, and waved his hand quite proudly.

"It's not all, anyway, I just had a good fight, Brother Hua is Brother Hua, and your father is still your father."

Li Quan: "..."

Forget it, I never thought about it.

"Has our squad leader stepped down?"

Hua Yue turned his head and asked.

"No, it's just a short time. You go in and he comes down."

Li Quan answered truthfully.

"That's just right."

Hua Yue patted the bag containing the clothes.

"Dad is going to have fun."

Huayue, Li Quan and the others entered the bar. The man at the corner smiled with interest, put out the cigarette that was almost finished, swiped his mobile phone, and sent out the photos of the Huangmao family members just now.

— Find someone to deal with it.

"gone."

Ling Cheng looked at the clothes Hua Yue gave him, shook the bag and walked towards the door.

"Don't!"

Hua Yue grabbed the bag and dragged him back.

"What's wrong with this dress? I wore it a few days ago and washed it clean. What do you dislike?"

Ling Cheng glanced at the clothes in his hand again, feeling a little indescribable.

The loose and casual dark pink short sleeves are printed with cartoon graffiti like splashed ink, and even the white baseball cap has a few cartoon stick figures on it.

He has indeed seen Hua Yue wear it, and it's not ugly, and it's even a little cute.

But cute puts the word on itself...

That's fucking scary...

"Uncle Ling, are you eighteen or eighty this year?"

Huayue began to educate him in the youth school in a serious manner.

"This dress is a little pink, and the pattern is a little complicated. Why do you resist it so much? You are still young, why don't you show off your charm a little bit more? Maybe a little girl who chases after you with a different style can add an extra one." , don't waste your face."

"Why should I add that extra company?"

Ling Cheng couldn't help but complain.

Hua Yue was silent for a while after listening, and looked at him with a smirk.

"I didn't expect that, so you like sister type."

"..."

Where is all this going?

Ling Cheng glanced at him.

I like a fart.

Looking at the clothes in his hand, he struggled for a while, then reached out to take it in compromise.

"Hey, that's right."

Hua Yue applauded him encouragingly, halfway through the applause, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey, monitor, you have nice abs."

Ling Cheng glanced at him and didn't speak.

Hua Yue didn't speak any more, but... touched it directly...

"You are sick?"

Ling Cheng patted his hand away, his eyes were a bit complicated.

The details are a bit more complicated. Huayue didn't quite understand this time, but he still understood that the squad leader of Ling University was about to lose his temper.

"Don't be angry, I just wanted to practice before, but I haven't been able to, I'm a little envious."

After Hua Yue finished speaking, he pushed open the door of the lounge and planned to withdraw, mainly because the monitor's gaze was a bit scary.

"Then what, I'll wait for you at the bar."

Ling Cheng stared at the door for a while, put Huayue's clothes on, pulled the collar lightly, brushed his hair a little irritably, put on the hat and pressed down.

Neuropathy……

Seeing Ling Cheng coming out, Hua Yue sat on the edge of the bar and looked at him, rubbing his chin and saying with satisfaction.

"Very good, spirit boy."

Ling Cheng's skin is fair, even a little cold. He actually fits well in this kind of dark pink clothes with paintings, plus the effect of his refrigerator... tsk...

Anyway, it's very...

Brother Hua has a good aesthetic!

Hua Yue handed him the wine he ordered, and said with his eyes bent.

"Hi, handsome guy, it's been a long night, come and have fun."

Ling Cheng looked at him for a while and didn't reach out to pick him up.

"go to sleep."

"??"

Hua Yue was stunned for a moment while holding the cup, what kind of rhythm is this?

Ling Cheng smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, and sat down on the round stool beside him.

"Guarantee eight hours of sleep, and it will pass as soon as you close your eyes. It's not long at all."

"Hey you fucking..."

Hua Yue put the wine glass in front of him and gave him a blank look.

"As far as your chat style is concerned, even mature young ladies look down on you, and you also like older sisters. If you want a partner, you must be a good-looking dog, otherwise you won't be able to get along at all."

"Did I say I like sister type?"

Ling Cheng took a sip of his wine.

"As long as you don't understand what you say and still make it up, go find a preschool teacher, otherwise you won't be able to communicate at all."

The boy at the bar: "..."

No, are you making fun of each other, or are you defining the future for yourself...

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