The little brat he looked at turned out to be the gong

The cool breeze at night came in along the car window, blowing away the last drunkenness of Mo Chenyang, and his mind was very clear.

The phone vibrated several times in his pocket, and he just took it out.

Ah, one of the few people who came over to celebrate his birthday.

"Hey, I'll go back to school first..." Mo Chenyang answered the phone.

Then his expression suddenly changed, and his voice raised unconsciously: "What?"

"Hold on, I'll be right there."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

It happened to be a red light, and Ji Si turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Mo Chenyang looked anxious: "Teacher, send me back quickly, they are fighting."

Ji Si glanced at him indifferently, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel: "Why go back?"

Mo Chenyang looked at Ji Si as if he had nothing to do with him, hanging high, and just wanted to kick him over. He took a deep breath, unbuckled his seat belt, and made a gesture to open the door.

Ji Si frowned, and the disgust in his eyes was even stronger. He grabbed Mo Chenyang by the collar and dragged him back: "Sit down, you are really troublesome."

Because the situation was very urgent, Ji Si drove very fast on the way back, while Mo Chenyang looked left and right, telling Ji Si to pay attention to the traffic police.

Fortunately, it was the middle of the night, and the two of them arrived at the entrance of the KTV without hindrance. Mo Chenyang pulled off his seat belt, opened the door, and rushed out. His clean and neat movements made Ji Si think that he was right to participate in the hurdles.

Ji Si was still sitting in the car, he lit a cigarette for himself, and waited until the cigarette was finished before he opened the car door and entered the KTV.

Mo Chenyang's private room should not be far from his, otherwise he couldn't push the wrong door.

Fighting has always attracted more attention, but probably because of the roaring voices around, I couldn't hear anything, so Ji Si had no choice but to listen to it from room to room.

The noise came from the room diagonally opposite him. When he kicked open the door and walked in, the fire was raging inside. Mo Chenyang smashed one of them on the head with a beer bottle in his hand.

No matter how agile Mo Chenyang was, he couldn't stand up to the crowd. A man behind him threw a steel pipe at him.

Ji Si cursed "Fuck", and hugged Mo Chenyang directly from behind, blocking that blow.

There was a burning pain on the back, like being whipped, although it was also a stick.

Mo Chenyang was fighting vigorously, when a warm embrace suddenly stuck behind him, and then his body was forced to press down, accompanied by a muffled groan.

When he looked back, Ji Si was gnashing his teeth, and his fine bangs were dangling.

"teacher……"

Seeing that the man missed for a while, he swung the steel pipe and hit him again. Ji Si turned around and snatched the steel pipe. With the other hand, he grabbed the beer bottle on the table and smashed it directly on his head, and then kicked the steel pipe. People kicked out.

Everyone was stunned by what he said, and the private room was very quiet for a while, everyone was as quiet as a chicken.

Mo Chenyang frowned behind him, stretched out his hand and tugged on Ji Si's sleeve, cautiously: "Teacher."

Ji Si looked back at him from top to bottom, and he was relieved when he was sure that he was fine, "Are you okay?"

Mo Chenyang nodded, and glanced at the person who was kicked out: "I'm fine."

Ji Si said "Yes", and then scanned the private room: "Anyone who dares to touch my students must be prepared to die."