Dressed as a little bully's green tea attack

Ji Han sneered, raised his hand and tugged at his tie: "What, want to fight?"

His palms were up, and his five fingers were bent: "Come on, Dad will teach you how to be a man today."

Just a few words, he turned his head to look at the live broadcast interface of Pei Sheng's mobile phone on the table, raised his eyebrows and said, "You are all watching."

As soon as the voice fell, the bullet screen was full of blood and rain again. Most of the people scolded him, and some threatened to call Yaoyaoling.

But Ji Han didn't care at all.

In the corner, Chi Yuanming stood under the light, his white fingers twisted his cuffs like flowers, and he was ready to join the battle quickly when the fight broke out, and he ran away after beating up Ji Han.

Kang Huai had already walked towards Ji Han, and when the two were about to fight, Ji Han suddenly reached out to block his footsteps.

"I don't think it's good to fight."

After all, he is not good at this, and the man in front of him can be seen as a frequent visitor to the gym, and he might have eight-pack abs with his clothes lifted.In a fight, he can't take advantage of the gains outweigh the losses.

"Then what do you want?" Kang Huai crossed his arms and squinted at him with a somewhat impatient expression.

He had just been punched by this grandson and was about to return it, how could he stop.

Ji Han walked to the corner, picked up two beer bottles on the ground and returned, and handed him one:

"Let's have a fun game. You take a wine bottle, and I take another. They collide with each other. Whoever breaks the bottle will lose."

Kang Huai looked hesitant, as if he was thinking about something.

"What? You can't afford to play? Look at your figure. If you must fight with me, even if you win, you will feel very honorable, right?"

Ji Han glanced at him mockingly, "I'm just comparing luck, pure luck, whoever wins and who loses is up to God to decide."

Thinking about it carefully, Kang Huai felt that what he said seemed to be correct, even if he won the fight, with Ji Han's small stature, he might be given an excuse to bully others.

"That's fine, if you lose," Kang Huai's eyes fell on Chi Yuanming, a little hot, "just let me play with him for a day and apologize to Pei Sheng."

With a snort, Ji Han's eyes were a little cold, and he rubbed the glass bottle with his fingertips: "If you lose," he glanced at Pei Sheng who was beside Kang Huai, and suddenly felt a little disgusted.

This kind of weakness is not the type he likes. After thinking about it for a while, he said: "If you lose, you promise me a condition first. I haven't thought of the content yet."

"Okay." Kang Huai was also unambiguous, he didn't think he would lose at all.

Isn't this blow to the bottle a test of strength? His muscles are not in vain.

Ji Han set his posture, and winked at Chi Yuanming, signaling him to stand away.

Chi Yuanming nodded, and took two steps back calmly.

The live broadcast was still on, and the barrage was full of words cursing Ji Han. Although some people didn't like Kang Huai, but if someone could take care of Ji Han, they would happily watch the show.

"Then, let me start." Pei Sheng's voice was a little delicate.

After giving an order, "Bang!", the fragments splashed and fell all over the ground with a clatter.

Kang Huai looked at the broken bottle in his hand in disbelief: "Fuck, your mother! You fucking set me up!"

"Tsk, you still don't admit the loss, you look too ugly." Ji Han glanced at him contemptuously, and threw the bottle into the pile of debris.

He straightened his sleeves and said, "Well, since you are not convinced, we can do it again."

Kang Huai lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that there must be a fraud in it, maybe Ji Han did something wrong when choosing the bottle.

"Okay, let's do it again, but this time I'll pick the bottle."

Ji Han raised his eyebrows and leaned against the counter. If he wanted to choose, let him choose, anyway, he would lose in the end.

It's easy to deal with this kind of idiot.

After a while, Kang Huai carefully selected and returned with two bottles. He must win this time.

The number of people in the live broadcast room has risen to 150 million, and the barrage flowed like crazy. Many people advised Kang Huai not to compare with Ji Han, and there are still a large number of people who eat melons.

At present, there is a trending search on Weibo titled #内寒对康江同/□□PK#, which quickly became popular and directly soared to the third place.

Ji Han was once again pushed to the edge of the storm, but this time it seemed that the situation was a little different. A small group of netizens had turned fans to him.

"Start!" After Pei Sheng finished speaking, Kang Huai swung the wine bottle almost with all his strength, and threw it at Ji Han's wine bottle.

And Ji Han, with a lazy look, only held the wine bottle and didn't move.

After another sharp and piercing "bang", Kang Huai froze.

His bottle broke again.

Ji Han put his hands on the counter and licked his lips: "Let's admit defeat this time."

"Fuck. Your mother is so badass! Play dirty with your grandpa!" Kang Huai's anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out, and he walked towards Ji Han with the half broken bottle.

Chi Yuanming frowned, and quickly stepped forward to protect Ji Han behind him.

"Hey, why, do you want to hit someone?" Ji Han snorted, turned his head and waved his hands towards the live broadcast room, "Everyone saw it, I would like to admit defeat, your brother wants to beat someone if he loses."

These words made Kang Huai's footsteps stop, and the wine bottle that was about to be raised fell down.

Pei Sheng watched from the side, his black eyes rolled, and suddenly stepped forward and pulled La Kanghuai's sleeve: "Brother, forget it, there are many people watching. And this Ji Han seems to be different from the previous ones." It's not too easy to mess with. Let's take it as a bad loss—"

At this point, a fierce look swept over, making Pei Sheng's body tremble, and swallowed the rest of the words.

Kang Huai gritted his teeth: "I have never suffered such a big loss. I went to turn off the live broadcast. I have to clean up this evil pen today."

His voice was very low, but it was still heard by Chi Yuanming.

Leaning close to Ji Han's ear, he said softly, "I'll block it later, you run quickly. Go out and beat the demon spirit."

These words warmed Ji Han's heart. He stretched out his hand and pinched Chi Yuanming's waist, and smiled kindly in his ear: "You are so kind to me, so you agree to sleep with me?"

Chi Yuanming: "..."

Sooner or later the man died in bed.

After receiving Kang Huai's order, Pei Sheng immediately took the phone, pretended to turn off the live broadcast, put the phone in his breast pocket, and secretly revealed the camera.

Returning to Kang Huai's side again: "Okay, bro, I'll close it."

Kang Huai suddenly showed a fierce look, and he was about to go up to deal with people with a wine bottle.

"Today, I blame you for not reading the almanac when I went out." He said coldly.

"Isn't it? It's fun to meet such a fool like you." Ji Han answered.

Chi Yuanming wanted to cover his mouth. Although he was not afraid of trouble, he didn't want to take the initiative to cause trouble.

But Ji Han's temperament is too flamboyant, and I don't know how much he will suffer in the future.

"Come out, what's the use of hiding behind the little boy." Kang Huai raised his arm while holding the wine bottle in his hand.

"Tsk, call your father. I won't go out, what can you do to me?"