When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Qian Ling still hadn't realized the meaning of his words.

The boy was punched twice by the person next to him, and he was hit hard in the abdomen, so hard that he bent over.

"Cough cough."

When the boy raised his head again, there was fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, and he stared at Qian Ling with ruthless eyes.

"Why do you think these people protect you? When you are of no use to them, oh, forget, you still have a pretty face at that time, as long as you want it, it's quite distressing."

"asshole!"

There was a crisp sound.

There was a palm print on the boy's face.

Qian Ling stood in front of him, her right hand trembling slightly in mid-air, her cheeks were pink with anger, and her eyes were slightly moist.

The boy was stunned.

Other students nearby were also stunned.

The young man in front of him was so angry that his eyes were sparkling with water vapor, his cheeks were slightly bulging, like a rose covered with dew, the fragrance was extremely strong.

Even the hands are stunningly beautiful.

It seems that there is a warm current sliding to the head and abdomen. If it is not in this state, if this is a dream, it really makes people want to do something else.

For example, touch hands or go even further.

Qian Ling got angry for a moment, but after he really slapped her, her palms were so shocked that she didn't feel refreshed at all.

But why are they showing such expressions.

This was the first time he hit someone with his hands.

Qian Ling was suddenly confused. He probably didn't use much strength just now, so that he couldn't even move the person.

"Hey, you, don't touch porcelain, I didn't use much effort, who made you always say those annoying things."

Before saying these words, shouldn't you have the consciousness of being beaten?

"All right."

Sheng Li took Qian Ling's hand, and the latter hissed. He lowered his eyes to see that the palm of that delicate hand was slightly red, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "You hurt even your own hand when you hit someone?"

Qian Ling looked slightly embarrassed, and searched the few knowledge reserves, and said: "Newton's third law says that the action of force is mutual, so of course I will hurt."

Sheng Li looked at the kneeling boy, and his eyes slid to his school pants.

"But I don't think he hurts very much. He still has the heart to think about those things after being beaten."

Qian Ling followed Sheng Li's line of sight and looked over.

The school trousers are made of a single layer without thickening, and the movement of kneeling on the ground stretches the already thin fabric, so you can see what's going on inside at a glance.

Qian Ling's eyelashes fluttered.

No matter how dull he is, he will not fail to understand what it is.

Sheng Li teased with a light smile, "If you slap him, you can still punch him in."

This, this has nothing to do with him!

Qian Ling blushed and turned her head away, revealing only half of her clean neck and slightly pink ear tips.

——Ah ah ah I have a showdown, I also want to be beaten by the baby!

——Sihasha I'm lsp, no matter how you look at this picture, it looks like the scene of that letter.

——I'm sure that these people look normal now, but the ghost knows that they have fucked their wives many times in their hearts, and the eyes of all of them are fucking out of line.That is, the innocent baby didn't see it at all.

——With a beautiful and blushing master like Baby, let alone being beaten, I can do it even if it's a prostitute or a prostitute! !

— Something is wrong upstairs.

……

Sheng Li walked over leisurely.

Everyone couldn't help shivering. Sheng Li stopped in front of the boy, raised his toes slightly, and smiled brightly at the corner of his mouth, "You don't want to see that this is the last time you use him, do you?"

His toes were only a few centimeters away from the school trousers.

Sheng Li...has always kept his word.

"Sorry, I was wrong."

The boy lowered his head, facing a pair of clean basketball shoes.

next second.

He was kicked over, his back hit the table and chair heavily, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The people next to him hurried out of the way.

Sheng Li stepped on the boy's chest and looked down at him, "Speak to him, speak louder, do you want me to help you?"

The boy gritted his teeth.

Sheng Li sneered, picked him up from the ground with one hand, dragged him from the middle of the classroom to the podium, and threw him on the ground.

The boys at this moment curled up into a ball.

Sheng Li stepped on his head without hesitation.

"Say."

The boy's cheek was on the ground, and he said tremblingly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. I was confused when I snatched the test paper. I, I will take out the test paper."

Qian Ling was already frightened by this scene.

He has always known that Sheng Li is a dominant presence in Class [-] of the third year of high school, but he has never seen him do it himself.

Now it seems... more neat and ruthless than he imagined.

Sheng Li suddenly raised his head.

It happened to collide with Qian Ling's dazed gaze, "Why are you so dazed? If you still don't feel relieved, bring a chair over and I'll hold you down for you."

Qian Ling waved his hands again and again.

"No, no, thank you, that's enough, I'm not angry anymore. Let's put the answer quickly."

"Okay, you guys go away."

Sheng Li raised his foot.

The boy and the person who committed the crime with him escaped from the classroom on knees and crawls.

What kind of big devil is this.

Qianling wiped his forehead, only to realize that his forehead was already sweating.

As he turned over the answers of the test paper, what he was thinking was: Compared with Sheng Li's actions, beating someone by himself is like playing house, hurting the enemy one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred.

When all the answers to the test paper are released.

Qian Ling also came down from the podium. Fortunately, this class was a self-study class, so it didn't cause too much trouble.

The classroom, which was still noisy before, quickly returned to the quietness of the previous few days without any reminder.

But it's different from the flip book before, everyone is holding their mobile phones to watch the content of the shooting just now.

There are two days left before the exam.

It is not an easy task to memorize all the answers completely.

After Qianling sat down.

Shen Linchuan said beside him, "What does it feel like to be protected?"

"what?"

Qian Ling turned his head.

He noticed that Shen Linchuan didn't hold his mobile phone to read the answers at all like others, but was doing exercises on his own.

"Don't you remember the answer?"

Although this answer was written by Shen Linchuan, it is not safe to do it only once.

So Qian Ling handed him the draft paper.

"Why don't you take a look again?"

"Don't look at it," Shen Linchuan said lightly, "As long as it's something I've done, I won't forget it."

"Amazing."

Qianling's eyes were shining, full of envy.

It would be great if he didn't have Sheng Li's powerful hands and feet, and if he could have Shen Linchuan's IQ.

Unfortunately, he has nothing.

Qian Ling propped her chin, looked at these answers and sighed.

Why did this game pick him.

I don't know what's wrong with him...

——Baby, please be sober, we rely on our faces for food, and these dogs and men are responsible for the mental and physical routes.

——? ? ?Do you have any misunderstanding about the 5S%5B beauty of your standard 2A tourist attraction?

——It's been a long time since there have been bitter and ugly men in the world!After finally getting me a beautiful wife, I almost knelt down and thanked the official.

……

Qian Ling was almost amused by the exaggerated words on the barrage.

Although sometimes he can't understand what these people are talking about, but in the copy of the game where he doesn't know what will happen next, the existence of these people can reduce his loneliness.

Two days of preparation time flew by.

On the day of the exam, all the desks were pulled away. From the surface, it looked like an ordinary exam site, but everyone unconsciously stared at the paper in the teacher's hand.

Qian Ling's position is at the end of the row.

When he got the test paper, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although in the past two days, he took great care to memorize and didn't write down all the answers, but he finally recognized it. This paper was taken out of the reference room by them that night.

This is the only time, in Class [-] of the third year of senior high school, which is a really poor class, after getting the test papers, all the people invariably wrote and filled in the answers.

After the morning exam.

Qian Ling breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and stretched his waist, and when he was about to get up and go to the cafeteria, his seat was surrounded by a group of people.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Qian Ling glanced at the physiques of the other party, and the thin body shrank even tighter.

He has already given the correct answer.

It's not lying, these people can't forget the answer themselves, so they want to settle accounts with him, right?

Qian Ling said: "Let me tell you, you can't memorize the answers by yourself, I'm not responsible, and it's useless for you to find me."

At this time, one person suddenly raised his hand.

Qian Ling closed her eyes and was about to call for help.

The hand fell on his shoulder, "If you want to settle accounts, it is a good account."

Qian Ling opened his eyes blankly.

A group of wealthy young men who had their eyes above the top of their heads half bowed and leaned in front of him, "What are you afraid of, kid, we won't bully you."

"Yes, the answer you gave is really impressive."

"It's dinner time, let's go eat together. I treat you."

Qian Ling was confused by their sudden enthusiasm, but before he could refuse, he was carried away by a group of tall boys.

Qianling's skeleton is slender than that of ordinary boys, with a delicate and beautiful face, and he looks at a loss, as if he was held hostage by these people.

Along the way, it has attracted countless eyes.

The temperature at noon was high, and when Qian Ling was squeezed into the cafeteria by a group of people, beads of sweat hung on her cheeks and wet her soft hair.

"Smells good, what's the smell?"

"Meals from the cafeteria?"

"No, it smells like perfume. Which of you has worn perfume?"

"You've been going crazy lately."

The man sniffed around, and suddenly turned his head towards Qian Ling's direction. He lowered his head and sniffed by Qian Ling's ear.

Qian Ling turned his head blankly.

The slender eyelashes brushed the young and immature boy's cheek slightly. The moment he met his gaze, the boy suddenly covered his face and his ears were slightly red.

Qian Ling said: "What's wrong?"

The boy stammered, "You, why are you so sweet?"

[The author has something to say: beauty is the most powerful attack power, you don't need a single soldier, you don't need to use your hands, you can knock down a large area. 】