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Starting around twelve o'clock, the number of customers gradually decreased. In order to save costs, when Zhang Lijun was able to take care of him alone, Song Nai went to deliver food to the runners who ordered food nearby. He had just returned from the smoky Internet cafe, and while wiping his sweat Just crossing the road, I looked up and saw Zhang Lijun lost the barbecue tongs and was pulling the rack.

A table of guests started arguing, twenty or so people were students from the Physical Education Institute, wearing loose ice hockey uniforms, the rolled up sleeves revealing thick and strong arms, black flames on the white background of the uniforms, and a chest Wolf head logo with a cigar.

According to the foreign students and the students of this school, they automatically divided into two camps, one left and one right. The noise was loud like a firecracker, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. Grill the skewers and roll the chicken wings into your mouth.

When Song Nai went to deliver the food, they hadn't arrived yet, and now the dishes had just been served, and the unopened beer bottle was held in their hands and turned into a weapon.

Before Song Nai could react, the fuze was ignited in an instant.

A mouthful of saliva spouted from someone’s mouth ignited the sparks. Because of this provocation, the situation escalated from a quarrel to a brawl. Tables were mercilessly overturned, making deafening clattering noises. Uncollected rubbish littered the floor.

Song Nai was terrified when he heard the whistling wind from his fists and feet. Zhang Lijun got into the melee crowd and stretched out his hands to catch the beer bottles that had rolled all over the floor. Song Nai resolutely joined the battle, squatting Helping pick it up on the ground, "Brother Zhang, what's going on?"

"A group of students fighting, damn it, my wine."

Unable to hold back these lunatics, Zhang Lijun held his head while picking them up. The wine bottles were kicked back and forth, and the sound of tables and chairs breaking and wine bottles shattering made his heart bleed.

Amidst the chaotic movement, there was an earth-shattering loud noise accompanied by pig-killing screams, so that the people in the melee stopped their movements one after another, and one person fell down with a bang, revealing a foolish person behind him.The man's cheeks were stuffed with chicken wings, but his beautiful and delicate face was completely intact.

He is tall and tall, with a pair of raised phoenix eyes, and the lower eyelashes are as thick as eyeliner. When he lowers his eyebrows, his dark eyes shoot out a strong murderous intent, as fierce as a wolf, but the lower half of his face is delicate and beautiful. Sharp, red lips and white teeth.

Such a face with great contrasts is strangely harmonious when put together, just like his cloudy and cloudy personality that is calm and breezy one second, and raises his hand to smash people the next.

He flicked the glass bottle in his hand, and his snow-white fingers made a firm grip on the stick.

Confrontation, collision, the only sport in which the rules allow fighting within the arena, ice hockey is firmly above rugby, and wins the crown of the most brutal ball game.

The new school lost the joint competition, the tacit understanding was too low, a group of people were very irritable, pushing each other, the students of this school were already dissatisfied with the arrogant foreign students, it was normal to quarrel, and fighting was commonplace, a group of people were making blind gestures, upholding The morality of not shedding blood in a fight, but no one is so ruthless.

The air suddenly became cold, and everyone stopped to look at him.

With a sweep of his phoenix eyes, he stepped on the waste that was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't help moaning in pain. The silver earrings reflected the cold light as he moved, and he slowly revealed a bright and dazzling smile, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes. , "—can you shut up?"

Seeing that his brother had been beaten to the ground, he scolded and casually grabbed a handful of barbecue sticks and threw them at him. The wolf's head instantly scratched a greasy yellow stain on his chest.

The stick that fell to the ground was like a general's order, and as soon as the order was given, the rest of the people also attacked him like ferocious hyenas.

Song Nai didn't notice the changing situation on the field at all. He just grabbed a beer bottle, and retreated in front of him in a panic. His heel stepped on his toes, causing him to raise his head in pain.

With a blur of vision, the person in front of him moved away, followed by a beer bottle that zoomed in rapidly in his field of vision, and hit his head with precision.

After a loud noise, spider webs spread out from the body of the bottle, and the glass pieces exploded in pieces.

At this moment, all senses were far away from Song Nai, and the adrenaline surged. He didn't feel any pain, but just kept his head up in a daze, letting the beer mixed with the smell of wheat flow from the top of his hot head, staining his face and clothes. Into a shade of red.

The person who hit him was also fixed on the spot, his phoenix eyes staring at the bleeding stranger with star-like phoenix eyes, his brows slowly frowned.