The delicate heartthrob is a black lotus

Hearing the familiar name, Zong Yu quickly remembered this person.

Jiang Yiyuan, one of the five scumbags, the school bully of Yingcai Middle School, is famous for his violent temper.

That is to say, he caused Yu Wanzhou to miss the last subject in the college entrance examination, ruining Yu Wanzhou's college entrance examination.

But in the original text, he is the second scumbag to appear on the stage. Yu Wanzhou only appeared when his part-time job was in danger during the National Day. Why is he playing now?

Zong Yu had a doubt in his heart, could it be because of the butterfly effect caused by his arrival.

He raised his phoenix eyes, and looked at the perverse Jiang Yiyuan with his dark eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Then let Brother Yu teach him how to be a man.

He didn't answer Jiang Yiyuan's question, but instead asked something irrelevant: "Are you a school bully?"

Unexpectedly, Zong Yu would answer the wrong question, Jiang Yiyuan sneered, with contempt in his eyes.

"What, are you afraid?"

"Coincidentally, I'm also a school bully."

Zong Yu's lingering red phoenix eyes are slightly curved, and the tails of the eyes are pointed like needles behind the tail of a wasp, with a sharp edge.

He put the basketball in the basket beside him, patted the ashes on his hands, looked at Jiang Yiyuan, and said indifferently: "Why don't we fight and see who is the bully."

"Tsk." Jiang Yiyuan stood up straight and took a few steps forward, and said with a disdainful smile, "How do you want to fight?"

Zong Yu shrugged indifferently: "1v1 or both of you can do it together."

Hearing this, Jiang Yiyuan became energetic in an instant, a sneer twitched from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with violent agitation.

It's been a long time since I met such a self-confident person.

The younger brothers outside the door snickered one after another, with expressions on their faces. Their boss is notoriously violent. If this kid dares to be so provocative, he probably wants to stay in the hospital for a while.

Jiang Yiyuan looked back at Zong Yu with a calm and composed face, and the anger in his heart was accumulating little by little. He moved his wrist, and now he just wanted to rub this ignorant guy.

"I won't let you suffer, 1v1."

As he spoke, he kicked back, a loud noise stirred up a layer of dust, and the door was closed.

The line of sight was suddenly cut off, and the younger brothers outside the door were ashamed, and hurriedly helped the door that was about to fall apart.

As soon as Jiang Yiyuan finished speaking, he directly greeted Zong Yu's hateful face with his fist, but Zong Yu sideways dodged it.

Just like this, you come and go, and the two quickly scuffle together.

Zong Yu didn't dare to delay too long, worried that Yu Wanzhou would come to him directly if he found out that he was not where he was, and it would be bad if he bumped into Jiang Yiyuan, so he hit harder.

Hearing the sound of ping-pong-pong in the equipment room, the people outside the door looked at each other in dismay.

"Do you think Brother Yuan can win?"

The person on the opposite side patted the speaker's head hard: "Can you fucking speak, remember that Brother Yuan is always the best!"

"Oh, Brother Yuan is the best!"

But no one expected that the contest would end with Jiang Yiyuan being pinned to the ground in a short while.

Zong Yu looked at someone who was panting heavily, took a breath, and said unhurriedly: "You lost."

After seeing Jiang Yiyuan on the ground give up resistance, Zong Yu let go of his hand, but when he was about to stand up, he was counterattacked by the people below him.

The space in the equipment room was not large, and Zongyu slammed into the iron shelf on the side after struggling with Jian Zongyu's back.

He grunted in pain, but didn't dare to let go of his hands. According to the planned timing, he quickly clasped Jiang Yiyuan's neck tightly with his hands.

Jiang Yiyuan kicked back when he raised his leg, but Zong Yu was on guard and staggered cleverly. Every move he made was quick, precise and ruthless, and his movements were clean and neat, and he quickly gained the upper hand.

He turned over and pressed the person to the ground. Following his strength, the veins in his hands bulged, he twisted the opponent's wrist and pressed him behind him, and his legs tightly clamped the opponent, not giving the person under him a chance to break free.

Zong Yu's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he was a little out of breath. He looked down at Jiang Yiyuan, and said slightly mockingly: "I still want to play tricks."

It really is scum.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Jiang Yiyuan, who was completely immobile and blushing with a thick neck, couldn't help being a little funny, leaned closer to his ear, and said in a low voice, "Who is the bully now."

The obsidian-like eyes are full of confidence, the tails of the slender eyes are raised, and the tone is full of naked provocation.

It can't be blamed that Jiang Yiyuan can't beat him, after all, he has been a bully for a few years longer than Jiang Yiyuan.