break the leg, climb up the bunk

Mu Jia was eating beef noodles with a sigh, while Mo Yiqiu was squatting beside him, looking at him with contempt all the time, what is it!The captain has no aesthetic feeling at all when he eats, like a pig, no one would grunt while eating.

But thanks to the reincarnation of the pig god, the beef noodles they packed away were not wasted. This guy took advantage of Xiao Xia and his senior to catch up on the old days, and let himself help him push the joint back, and then went straight to the short one at the door. There are a few paper bowls on the cabinet, and when I pick up the chopsticks, I can't eat them.

But Mo Yiqiu didn't understand at all, the noodles were already lumpy, even if they tasted good, they were still cold, and the noodles were not noodles anymore, could it be eaten as noodles?

A bony palm rubbed the top of his head, and Mo Yiqiu immediately turned his head with a smile, and sure enough, he saw the long legs wrapped in blue jeans, and above that was his white hooded T-shirt that had been washed and dried. T-shirts, the same style and different colors from my own blue, couple outfits.

"Xiao Xia, are you going back?"

Mo Yiqiu stood up, a little taller than Zhuang Zixia, and immediately made Mu Jia who was like a pig next to him weak, without any sense of existence, but he just looked at Zhuang Zixia's handsome face and smiled.

"Well! Let's go back today! If you still want to come and play, you can play, but the premise is that you don't get hurt, even broken skin... If I hear someone curse him again, this is the end."

Zhuang Zixia first made a request to Mo Yiqiu, and after talking with Xu Zhekai, he didn't expect much from this declining judo troupe. Yiqiu likes to come and play, and it's nothing important. He never argues with Yiqiu for these things. Conflict.

Afterwards, the gentle and handsome Zhuang Zixia's eyes narrowed, his murderous intentions leaked sideways, he turned his head slightly, glared sharply and raised his head to look at them, but he still didn't forget Mu Jia who was eating noodles. The low cabinet on the other side kicked.

After a clatter, the low solid wood cabinet used to store things had been broken into several pieces of wood, with some bags or clothes pressed in the middle, but Zhuang Zixia's fur was not damaged at all, and there were only a few sawdust stuck to his jeans.

Petrochemical!

The students who were quietly facing the wall all turned into fossils in an instant. Originally, only the sound of Mu Jia eating noodles was in the dojo, but now even the sound of eating noodles was gone. cabinet.

It was made of solid wood, and a fat man of two hundred catties would not collapse if he danced on it, and it would hurt for a long time if he accidentally knocked his leg, but this hero was kicked into pieces with one kick, what a terrifying skill!

The lump of noodles that Mu Jia picked up had half in his mouth, and the other half outside. He didn't know if he bit it off and fell into the bowl, and even splashed red oil spots on his clothes. He just knew he was dumbfounded. Looking at Zhuang Zixia.

Idol!Mu Jia immediately burst into tears, put down the bowl, swallowed the noodles in his mouth indiscriminately, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, threw himself on Zhuang Zixia's leg and began to shout:

"Master, please be respected by your disciples!... Master, accept me! Copy homework, clean the dormitory, wash socks, wait in line to buy food, type papers, send flowers for Mazi...

No matter what it is, it's okay to leave it to the disciples, and I will go through fire and water for the master, and I will do anything for the master. The disciples are willing to work hard for the master...Master, master, accept the disciple! "

black line!

Mo Yiqiu's reaction was a row of black lines, followed by a feeling of displeasure. This pig-like foodie dared to snatch Xiao Xia in front of him, and dared to say that he helped send flowers to Ma Zi. It really was the rhythm of wanting to die.

Without further ado, he stretched out his long legs and kicked Mu Jia. If the tiger doesn't show his power, he really treats him as a sick cat. It doesn't matter if he is joking and joking. As far as the ability is concerned, wouldn't the face be trampled on the ground?

It's just that Mo Yiqiu's legs stretched out, but they were blocked by Zhuang Zixia's legs. His long legs gently parried his kick, and then reached out to scrape Mo Yiqiu's straight nose bridge, with a loving expression in his mouth. An indifferent voice also rang in his ears:

"He got lye into his brain, did you also put tofu dregs in it?"

"Pfft..."

Mo Yiqiu couldn't help laughing, and looked pitifully at the captain who was about to hug his thigh and cry. The image of the captain weakened and weakened in his heart, and he had already fallen into pieces.

"Let's go!"

Zhuang Zixia didn't look too much at the students who were laughing around him. He just turned his head and nodded to Xu Zhekai, who was also hiding his face and laughing. He took the lead to leave the smoky dojo. As for the person wrapped around his legs, he kicked him away. No, who would have the time to care about him.

Mo Yiqiu responded, and said to Mu Jia who was lying on the floor: "I'm taking leave this afternoon, and I'll come back tomorrow, captain! You really should let the senior wash your head, it's full of alkaline water! Haha ..."

Before the laughter fell, people had already left the gate of the dojo, leaving only Mu Jia who still had traces of coriander on the corner of his mouth. He looked up at Xu Zhekai stupidly, and burst into tears in his heart. Why didn't the master accept him? He is very talented. !Very high!