The scumbag punisher

"Li Mingming! Get up!"

In the drowsy season of midsummer, the chattering female teacher slapped the podium like thunder, disturbing people's dreams.

Li Mingming heard his name in his sleep, stood up like a needle prick, and looked at the teacher bewilderedly.

There was a lot of sniggering in the classroom, and the students in the front row all turned to look at him, with gloating smiles on the corners of their mouths.

Li Mingming quickly adjusted his stance and returned to his usual indifference.

"Go to sleep and go to sleep."

The female teacher bared her teeth and claws like a tigress.

Li Mingming moved out slowly, and walked out of the classroom gracefully and calmly under the sympathetic and malicious eyes of everyone.

Li Mingming leaned against the wall outside the classroom.

He found that his whole body had shrunk, his arms and legs were tender.

A school uniform pocket, yes, a pack of cheap cigarettes and a lighter.

This him.Mom is clearly when he was a teenager.

Li Mingming stood against the wall, his whole body limp, staring at the sky in a daze.

In the clear blue sky, it seemed as if one could see the heat waves churning layer by layer, and the scorching cicadas chirped. Li Mingming suddenly felt a hypocritical urge to cry.

It happened to be his teenager that year.

Actually not too good.

Li Mingming leaned against the wall, feeling that the back of his head was burning hot, he pushed his whole body up with strength from his waist, stood still and looked through the window glass, his face was still the same.

immature.

It's just that there is a scar on the left side of the face, which bends from the end of the eyebrow to a little below the eyes, like a crescent moon.

Then lines of data appeared in the window glass, words that only Li Mingming could see.

"Mission: Raid and sanction the high-quality scumbag Li Bian."

"Strategy goal:

Li Bian, a gentle senior and love talk boy.

Possessing the face and figure of a white moonlight male god that fits a girl's fantasy, a gentle and affectionate personality, and skills full of love words, the essence may be a joke.The nirvana is "a little smile is very charming" and "love talk little prince".

Focus: gentle senior

Raiders difficulty: four and a half stars.

Best option available: None. "

Li Bian?

Li Mingming raised his eyebrows, remembering that there was such a popular lover Bai Yueguang at that time, and later he heard that a girl jumped off a building because of him.

But this senior...attribute, a bit confused?

Li Mingming racked his brains and couldn't recall any more things about the senior.

At this time, Qin Zhi also came out and stood beside Li Mingming, smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

"Little Moon, is there any smoke?"

That's right, because of that scar, Qin Zhizhong loves to call him Little Moon.

Yue, your mother is so motherly.

But Li Mingming dared not speak.

Of course he knew that he was no match for Qin Zhi in terms of force, intelligence and financial resources, and he was just an ordinary student in the class.

The special thing is that he has a crescent scar, and Qin Zhi called him Little Moon.

Li Mingming looked at him meekly, and shook his head after a while, saying no.

In all fairness, Qin Zhi looks good.

It's the aggressive kind of good looks.

It would be fun to get him to kneel down and call daddy.Li Mingming thought very maliciously.

Qin Zhi gave a dull cut, bent one knee slightly and leaned back against the wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Li Mingming.

Li Mingming reached out to take the cigarette, but Qin Zhi held it tightly.

He did it on purpose.

Li Mingming looked up at him.

His eyes were a little wet, like a deer for a moment.

It quickly turned into downright indifference.

Li Mingming withdrew his hand and leaned against the wall, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qin Zhi looked at his profile.

The side of the face without scars is smooth and delicate, very youthful and immature.

Qin Zhi stretched out his hand again.

Li Mingming turned his head to look at him, revealing the outline of a little crescent moon.

Qin Zhi raised his eyebrows at him, and laughed like a cat teasing a dog.

She has a nice smile and has a flamboyant youthful air.

"I do not want."

When Li Mingming spoke, his voice was a little hoarse unconsciously.

By coincidence, Qin Zhi reached out and grabbed his wrist.

A thin wrist.

Basking in the residual heat of the sun.

Qin Zhi smiled so much that his eyebrows and eyes were flying.

He put the cigarettes in his trouser pocket, and finally patted the position of his trouser pocket.

Li Mingming retracted his hands, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, like a salted fish that gave up struggling and waited for death.