What should I do if the avatar is getting more and more cute?

Zhou Qingluo was very angry when Song Ling gnawed him out of nowhere.

Now some people are not only playing lip service, but also taking action.

If Song Ling turned all the trash talk he said into action, how miserable he would be!

The more Zhou Qingluo thought about it, the more something went wrong, why did he bring himself in!

Zhou Qingluo walked out angrily, "You find a way to go back yourself! I have to move things by electric car, so there is no place for you."

Song Ling: "Zhou Qingluo, working so hard for you at night, there is no credit but also hard work. You won't recognize it no matter how hard you lift your pants."

Zhou Qingluo: "...can you speak well!"

"I'm hungry and want to eat small wontons."

"Far away, don't go."

"Just the one from last time, go by bike."

"Go on your own."

"It's my ride this time, you enjoy it."

"..."

"Or you ride, I enjoy?"

"..."

"It's better to change it..."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore, "Shut up, you."

"Why don't you go then? I'm really hungry, and I won't have the strength to work in a while."

"Go! Go! Go."

Zhou Qingluo really convinced Song Ling's mouth. If he didn't eat the little wontons, he didn't know what this person could say.

Before eating the wontons, something happened.

Passing by the alley, Zhou Qingluo could still faintly hear punches and kicks, and swear words came out from time to time.

A group of teenagers were beating and kicking around a teenager. The alley was very remote, there were few pedestrians, and the teenager was crying softly.

Don't even think about it, this is definitely a violent incident.

Zhou Qingluo stopped in his tracks. Before Song Ling could stop him, he walked over without hesitation, pointed at them and yelled, "Hey, stop, you little bastards, what are you doing?"

The group of people paused, and subconsciously ran away, but it seemed that the people were about the same age as them, and they were well-behaved, and their legs were retracted again.

The burlier boy roared fiercely, "Fuck you, mind your own fucking business, idiot."

Zhou Qingluo sneered.

Hehe, with the aura of a big brother in society, this little bastard was still drinking milk when he was arguing with others.

Let me tell you today, what does it mean that I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice.

Zhou Qingluo leaned close to Song Ling's ear and whispered to him, "Look at the school uniforms, they are students from the third middle school next door. When I'm swearing at people later, while they're in a daze, you hurry up and call their dean."

"Why do I have the dean's phone number?"

"I did. The last time I delivered food, I helped him find a student who stayed overnight in the Internet cafe. He left me a call and said that he would call him when he met his student in the Internet cafe."

Song Ling rubbed his ears that were itchy from his breath.

The burly boy added, "Fuck you idiots, or I'll beat you up together."

Zhou Qingluo moved his facial expression, and walked over pointing and swearing, "Ten words and five words are dirty, and the public toilets are not as fragrant as your mouth. If you have nothing to do, go to the stomatology hospital. You waste every breath. The air is gone, don’t open your mouth and pollute the air again, be careful that the environmental protection department will check you, check it, hey? Send it directly to the biology laboratory, do you know why? Because you haven’t evolved into an adult yet, you can’t even speak human words Woolen cloth."

Zhou Qingluo's tone didn't pause, his mouth seemed to be open, and he jumped out word by word, enunciating very clearly.

The rhythm of tone and pace is still very accurate. Just after finishing this long series of words, he happened to be standing in front of the burly boy.

The burly boy was a little stunned by the scolding, "Who the hell are you, a shrew is cursing the street, idiot, just like a shrew."

As soon as his voice fell, Zhou Qingluo answered immediately, opening his mouth without thinking at all, "What's the matter, you have to choose your gender to choose your life? What era is it, do you understand that men and women are equal, what is the right to scold you? Deprived? Huh?"

"..."

No matter how fierce those people are, they are still underage students after all, and they are a little frightened when they see a man who scolds others without blushing, heart beating and out of breath.

The crowd spread out a bit, and a young man sat in the corner, holding his head, his face buried in his knees, his wrists were scratched, and he was trembling.

Zhou Qingluo sneered and handed the phone to Song Ling.

Song Ling slightly raised his eyebrows and took it.

It was only when the boy noticed that there was a man behind him. He looked a little colder, but he was not very old.

Zhou Qingluo put his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth around the burly boy like a dean, and sneered twice, "I'm capable, the heroes of Liangshan 108 are not as brave and good at fighting as you. Come, come, tell me your names, In the future, I will unify and help you enlist in the army. It is more honorable to maintain world peace than to be social trash."

Looking at Zhou Qingluo, the director of the Political and Education Department, who seemed to be possessed by a soul, the burly boy subconsciously confessed, "He picked up Brother Qian's sister, stole Brother Qian's things, took money from Brother Qian, and didn't pass on the answers to Brother Qian in the exam."

The lazily blond boy leaning against the wall clicked his tongue and gave the burly boy a gloomy look. The burly boy shut his mouth and backed away.

The other younger brother immediately patted the burly boy on the back of the head, "What are you talking about, idiot."

Zhou Qingluo understood that Huang Mao was none other than Brother Qian, the leader of the Second Junior Youth League. This character design and configuration were somewhat similar to Song Ling's, and it was Song Ling's copycat version.

Zhou Qingluo snorted disdainfully, "The exam requires someone to pass on the answers, so he deserves to be your brother? You didn't even ask for your brother? That's it?"

Brother Qian, who runs the persona who doesn't talk too much, his eyes turned cold, and he walked towards Zhou Qingluo with a calm face.

Zhou Qingluo is happy. I have seen Song Ling's eyes that make people go to hell. Now I look at the copycat version, and I feel a little happy for no reason.

"Are you Brother Qian who still needs to pass the answers to the exam?"

Seeing Zhou Qingluo's contemptuous eyes, Brother Qian became a little annoyed, probably because he was afraid that people who don't talk too much would be able to stand up, so he took out a small Swiss knife from his pocket, snapped out the blade, raised the corner of his mouth and sneered, with a somewhat smug look on his face , seems to be ready to watch Zhou Qingluo's good show.

Zhou Qingluo said calmly: "Hey, there are still weapons. The economic conditions are good. You can afford a knife. Why do you carry a knife with you? If you are too thick-skinned, take it out and sharpen it at any time?"

Brother Qian never expected that he would not frighten him by showing his weapon, and his face, which was pretending to be fierce, was a little confused.

The burly boy immediately pushed Zhou Qingluo: "Apologize to Brother Qian, or I will make you look good."

Zhou Qingluo turned to the burly boy, and innocently pointed at his face: "I'm not good-looking enough, am I?"

The burly boy: "?"

Zhou Qingluo began to point and point again, "If I were more attractive, how would you live? You are all crooked, and you don't pay attention to self-cultivation, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and you are not afraid of others saying that you are evil-eyed, and you are born from your heart."

The burly boy's mouth swelled and closed and opened again, and finally he could only blushed and said harshly, "Try to say another damn thing?"

Zhou Qingluo ignored Brother Qian, who was holding a knife, cursing at the burly boy. Brother Qian had never been ignored so blatantly in his life, and walked towards Zhou Qingluo holding the knife.

When he was two steps away from Zhou Qingluo, an unknown object suddenly flew over, and with a slap, it slapped Brother Qian's face accurately.

Brother Qian stopped, turned around angrily, and shouted, "What the hell? Who the hell smashed me!"

Song Ling tore off a small advert for asking for a child with a lot of money from the mottled wall, crumpled it into a ball, and smashed it into Brother Qian's face expressionlessly, "Beat the dog."

The burly boy cursed: "Who the hell are you calling a dog?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." What and what.

Brother Qian became enraged from embarrassment, and angrily walked towards Song Ling with a knife.

When brother Qian walked towards him with a knife, Zhou Qingluo didn't panic at all, but now that he was running towards Song Ling, his heart was in his throat.

After getting along with Song Ling so many times, Zhou Qingluo probably knew his nature.

There seems to be a huge destructive factor in his body. If he is stimulated, or touches a wound that he doesn't want to show to others, those deadly things will explode, just like destroying the opening ceremony of the Rising Sun Mall, trying to drag Song Zhao Guang jumped down, trying to knock Fang Heng into the air.

Fight with people, die together.

Brother Qian had just rushed in front of Song Ling, and before he could do anything, Song Ling reached out and grabbed his wrist and turned it around. Brother Qian was in pain, his hand lost strength, and the knife fell down.

The moment it fell, Song Ling caught it firmly with the other hand, and at the same time, he tightly grasped Brother Qian's wrist, pulled Brother Qian in, hooked his forearm, Song Ling grabbed his neck, and Hold him tightly behind his back.

Afterwards, the knife in his hand turned, and the blade was exposed, gently touching Brother Qian's aorta.

The knife seemed to have eyes in his hand.

A set of movements is easy to perform, as easy as playing with a toy.

Brother Qian was frightened dumbfounded, the cold touch of the blade came from his neck, and the sound that sounded calm but more frightening than the blade came from his ears.

"Afraid?"

What Zhou Qingluo was most worried about happened.

Brother Qian's younger brothers were dumbfounded. The man in front of him had cold skin, a gloomy expression, fierce eyes, and a tattoo of fangs and claws on the main artery of his neck, like a ghost crawling out of hell to seek his life.

They usually only used knives to scare people, and never dared to do anything real.

Now come a real social guy, they don't know how to deal with it at all.

Brother Qian was also dumbfounded. He didn't care about the persona of the big brother who didn't talk too much. He trembled all over, and his voice changed due to nervousness.

"Brother, brothers will listen to you from now on."

A group of younger brothers quickly nodded in agreement, "Yes, brother, sir, we will listen to you from now on, you put down the knife first."

Song Ling didn't put down the knife, but gently pressed his aorta with the back of the knife.

Brother Qian's face was pale, and sweat began to break out on his forehead.

Song Ling smiled softly, "Do you know what expression you have now?"

"No...don't know."

Song Ling raised his chin and pointed at the embarrassed young man squatting in the corner, "When so many of you beat him just now, he was like you now, fearful, afraid, helpless, desperate, and hating, and I hope you let him go." pass him."

The burly boy was frightened by Song Ling's expression, and quickly grabbed Zhou Qingluo's arm to beg for mercy, "Brother, please persuade your friend to put down the knife."

Zhou Qingluo didn't know how to persuade him, because at this time Song Ling's expression was showing unwillingness and resentment, and his emotions were too realistic and emotional, as if he was the one who was being bullied.

Song Ling laughed softly, and then said in a low voice: "Why, you are so chic when you are violent, why do you tremble all over when it's your turn? What right do bad guys have to be afraid of death? Huh?"

His tone was so gloomy that Brother Qian was about to cry, "We, we were just kidding with him. In the future, we won't dare anymore, really."

Zhou Qingluo pretended to be relaxed and smiled, and said to Song Ling: "Okay, let's not be as knowledgeable as these little thieves, let's go."

Song Ling glanced at his watch, laughed, leaned closer to Brother Qian's ear, and said coldly in a voice that only two people could hear, "I'll give you back the knife now, do you dare to stab me? You bully and fear of hard work. "

After Song Ling finished speaking, he immediately let go of his hand, the blade of the knife was not folded up, and the handle of the knife was directly stuffed into Brother Qian's hand, and then he smiled provocatively.

Brother Qian was shaking with the knife in his hand, like an angry mad dog, he raised his hand and stabbed Song Ling.

Song Ling smiled triumphantly, stretched out his hand to block it, and the blade slashed across his arm, making a gash, and blood rushed out along the wound immediately.

At the same time, a roar came from behind, "Hey! Put down the knife! What are you doing!"

Hearing this voice, everyone was frightened.

When Brother Qian's younger brother saw that it was the police, a group of people quickly dispersed, running around, and disappeared after a while.

Brother Qian was held down by the police.

A middle-aged man ran over and scolded ironically: "Why are you again, last time you were expelled from school, have you forgotten how your mother begged for mercy!"

Zhou Qingluo's mind was buzzing, and he hurried over, took out a tissue and pressed Song Ling's bleeding wound.

Because I was too nervous, the paper towel was pulled out several times before it was pulled out.

He still didn't forget to curse Brother Qian, "Not only did you engage in campus violence, but you also wounded people with a knife. He has the blood of a panda. If you lose too much blood, you lose."

Looking at such a small cut, Song Ling didn't expect to lose too much blood.

But seeing Zhou Qingluo worried about him, it doesn't matter if he really lost too much blood.

Zhou Qingluo: "And this teacher, if you don't care about the bad students in your school, I will expose you on the Internet and let everyone see what kind of social garbage your school is cultivating. If you can't control it, Hand it over to the police as soon as possible!"

Middle-aged man: "Yes, yes, I'm sorry."

Brother Qian was unconvinced: "Teacher, it was he who threatened me with a knife just now, also provoked me with aggressive methods, and asked me to stab him, it was him!"

The teaching director: "Shut up! You are the one holding the knife, and you are the one who stabbed someone. He is crazy, so why don't you stab him?"

Song Ling said calmly: "That's right."

Zhou Qingluo looked at Song Ling, his face was expressionless, but when he looked in, he could still see the playfulness in his eyes.

I don't know if he said "right", whether he agrees with the teacher's words, or agrees with what he said——

crazy.

"Okay, okay, stop yelling, and when you have something to say, go to the police station to record," the policeman registered the ID numbers and mobile phone numbers of the two, "Sir, take your friend to the hospital for a bandage first, and then go to the police station. a record."

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling walked out, and the young man who was abused suddenly ran over and bowed deeply to them, "Thank you brother."

Zhou Qingluo: "What's your name?"

"Wu Han."

Zhou Qingluo waved his hand: "Don't thank us, you can call 110 without signal or charge, and there are people answering 24 hours a day, so don't wander around alone at this late hour, remember to call the police if you have any difficulties."

The policeman was almost amused by Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo looked at Song Ling, "Let's go, go to the hospital for a bandage."

Song Ling didn't say a word, and after a long while, he said silently: "Zhou Qingluo, are you so soft-hearted towards everyone?"

When I see a poor person, I will always reach out and give him a hand, just like I did to him, I have reached out to help him countless times.

Does Zhou Qingluo treat everyone like this?It wasn't just about him.

The more Song Ling thought about it, the more unhappy he became.

"When the road is injustice, let out a yell, and act when it is time to act. Don't talk nonsense, go to the hospital."

Song Ling: "Help me up."

Zhou Qingluo immediately reached out to help him up.

Song Ling: "So nervous about me?"

Zhou Qingluo paused. Since Song Ling pretended to have leg cramps and made him carry it for a long time last time, Zhou Qingluo let go.

"Go by yourself, you didn't hurt your leg."

"Tsk, you were obviously nervous about me just now, how can you change your face faster than turning the pages of a book."

Zhou Qingluo thought that he was the one who could change his face faster than turning the pages of a book.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know if Song Ling had two personalities, one was as shameless as he is now, and seemed to be able to explain all big things in one sentence, and the other was cold, fierce and crazy, with a little stimulation It can make him want to destroy the world.

How could he jump back and forth between the two with ease.

Maybe Song Ling was really sick.

Since some people had no hands, Song Ling had no choice but to help himself. When he went up, he put his hands on the people's shoulders and leaned half of his body on him.

"I'm really hurt, please help me."

Zhou Qingluo: "Wait a minute, I'm going to call my dad to save him from worrying."

"Where's the phone?"

"In the trouser pocket."

Song Ling stretched out the injured hand and reached for Zhou Qingluo's trouser pocket.

Through the thin fabric, Zhou Qingluo could feel the temperature of his fingertips, which were a little cold, and the place where he passed it was a little itchy.

Zhou Qingluo stiffened involuntarily, "Hurry up."

Song Ling took out his mobile phone slowly, "Don't be nervous, I won't fumble around."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo stared at him, but before he could swear, Song Ling preemptively said, "You are out of hands, so I have to help you."

"..."

"Zhou Qingluo, now you are very white, and your blushing is obvious."

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily, "Why do you have a long mouth."

Someone answered seriously, waving fingers and counting one by one, "Eat, talk, and kiss."

"..."

"If you don't have a long mouth, why didn't you lose your first kiss?"