I made the hero cry after being dressed as a double

"……puff."

The other three couldn't hold back their laughter, and Wang Zhe's face turned pale with anger. He wanted to curse again, but time didn't allow it. Then he thought of the comments under the post on the forum, and most of his anger dissipated, so he sneered One sound,

"For the sake of you getting cold, I don't care about it with you."

After saying that, he turned away.

"No, what does he mean?"

Pan Yuhang was very annoyed when his brother was said that, and thought that this man was really crazy.

This annoyance lasted until a few of them went to the cafeteria to eat. Fortunately, Undead and Wang Zhe were at the next table. Wen Heng was exercising recently, so he ordered a steak because he wanted to add protein, but before he put it in his mouth, he heard Next to Wang Zhe's voice,

Not too big, not too small, just enough to fit into his ears,

"You say that the world is just unfair. It's ridiculous that our own people who work hard are not as good as his kind."

The person opposite him glanced at Wen Heng, and agreed,

"What do you compare with him, you can eat anything, but can't you drink spicy food!"

The two chattered, but their voices could be controlled to the extent that Wen Heng and the others could hear them, or did they cast contemptuous glances at them, seeing that the more they talked, the more they went too far,

Wen Heng couldn't bear it anymore, got up and walked over, his voice was cold and impatient,

"You have a problem with me?"

Although his facial features are exquisite, he has sharp edges and corners, and he is tall, so it makes people feel oppressive to look down on people like this.

Wang Zhe's scalp was numb when he looked at him, and he didn't want to lose his momentum.

"How do you know we're looking at you? People like you are really narcissistic."

"What kind of person am I? What kind of person am I?"

"You know it yourself."

"Why are you talking so much to him?" The man next to him pulled Wang Zhe away, and then gave Wen Heng a disdainful look, "Fake Qing Gao!"

As he spoke, he dropped the chopsticks onto the dinner plate, and by coincidence, all the splashed oil fell on Wen Heng.

"Did you fucking mean it!"

Pan Yuhang couldn't bear it anymore, so he punched directly, directly hitting the first wooden barn.

For a while, the scene on the second floor of the canteen in the east area of ​​the school was very chaotic.

A few 10 minutes later, several people with more or less tattoos lined up in the counselor's office.

Holding a cup of hot tea, Liu Wen casually glanced at the six people in front of him, and blew on the hot water above the cup calmly,

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Pan Yuhang was a master who couldn't hold his breath, and immediately said, "What's the matter, these two people are crazy, their mouths smell like they haven't brushed their teeth in their lives, and they keep pointing at us."

"How do you know we're talking about you? Why bother to check the number if you don't have a ghost in your heart? Besides, did we say anything?"

"Your mouth is almost sticking to Wen Heng's body. Didn't you say who else we can talk about? You haven't said anything yet. A child like you who grew up eating shit is used to bullshit!"

"you!!!"

"Okay, okay," Liu Wen waved his hands, and put his eyes on Wen Heng, who had been silent all this time.

"Wen Heng, tell me."

Suddenly being cueed, someone who had been serving as the background board licked the wound on the corner of his mouth, and immediately felt the bloody smell filled his mouth. He smiled at Liu Wen,

"Actually, I don't really know what kind of person Wang said about me. So..."

He looked at Wang Zhe with sharp eyes, and only stared at the person back a step, his voice was like ice,

"Please someone who is not like me, please explain!"