Little follower

A few people walked to a hidden corner and stopped. It was quite safe and there was no surveillance.

A younger brother pushed a doormat bag, then tore off his schoolbag and threw it aside, while Old Wu stood behind him with a very /□□ expression.

Qiao Chen touched his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Watching a show ing.

To be honest, putting aside the previous school, according to Qiao Chen's fiery temper, he could hit ten such scum with one hand, and he has no skills, so he just bullies the lower grade students to be a school bully. In fact, he is nothing at all. It's also a toy.

But I don't know if it's because I'm getting old and transferred to Xihua, my temper is still quite restrained, and I have seen it a lot. Anyway, he is not too nosy, so the reason why he is here squatting and staring at me Bao, it's just because Erliang made that request with him before.

Protect the gasbag mode officially launched!

Qiao Chen took a puff of cigarette.

Feeling like an irresponsible bodyguard.

Wen Sheng felt that it was a fucking bad day for a dog today.

I was about to enter the teaching building, but I ran into Wu Dafan, followed by two bodyguards who killed Matt.

That's right, the former school bully was named Wu Dafan...

He has never seen the two bodyguards, they may be newly recruited by Wu Dafan recently, but they don't look like good guys, they look more ferocious than the villains, and their styles are quite unique, one with sticking up hair like a big hedgehog , with a string of coquettish earrings hanging on one ear, it feels like the words "We are not fucking good people at all, you better be honest" are written all over your face.

Who the hell is this?

Junior?This year is really awesome.

Compared with them, the old Wu behind him was actually a bit more innocent.

Sure enough, it all depends on the peers.

"Fuck! What the hell are you thinking about!" Seeing that he was so stunned without speaking, Brother Zhui yelled very dissatisfied.

Wen Sheng lowered his head and shook his head without saying a word.

Brother Shi took a look at him, and was quite blunt: "Are you dumb?"

Wen Sheng sighed, thinking how he could get rid of these three people.

But before he could figure out how to speak, he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of his eyes, and then a person appeared in front of him instantly and kicked him in the stomach.

Fuck!

It's Wu Dafan!

Wen Sheng couldn't make a sound immediately, and almost vomited out on the spot. He was kicked violently in the stomach, and after several seconds, bursts of sharp pain exploded before he slowly woke up.

Damn that idiot specially wore pointed shoes today!

The kick was so sudden that even if Wen Sheng found out, he couldn't hide. Now he felt as if he had been stabbed, and he didn't dare to move.

Brother Thor knelt down and pulled his hair back, and patted his face: "Will you fucking tell me, did Qiao Chen team up with your villain some time ago? Boss, right?"

Villains?

Such a title of Secondary School is really thanks to him saying it seriously.

And isn't it nonsense?Everyone is a bully now.

Wen Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know."

He really shouldn't be clear now, after all, Qiao Chen really has nothing to do with the villain group, he only knew that Qiao Chen was the leader of the villain group in his third year of high school in his last life.

"Don't you fucking know?" Brother Zhui became impatient when he heard it, and stepped up and kicked him on the shoulder without letting go, "Didn't you be dragged over and beaten yesterday? Don't know? You don't know!"

As Brother Zhui said, he was about to kick him.

There was a whistle not far away, which sounded very nice.

"Fuck!" Brother Thorn was stunned after pulling Brother Zhui away to see who it was.

Wen Sheng clutched his stomach and turned his head to look, also stunned.

I saw the villain's leader, the current school bully, Qiao Chen, with a cigarette dangling from his pocket, and with contemptuous eyes, walking over with an extremely arrogant posture.

It's really nothing. He thought he could still see the plot of anti-killing, but he didn't expect the doormat to be too useless this time.

I don't know if the rabbit was in a hurry to bite someone last time.

Or the CD cooling time is too long to affect this performance.

In short, his irresponsible bodyguard still appeared, but it was just a formality.

He didn't want to waste the opportunity to help the doormat.

"Yo, excuse me." Qiao Chen happily greeted the three of them, and took the opportunity to glance at Wen Sheng who was leaning against the corner to heal himself.

He looks good, quite fair.

Qiao Chen came to a conclusion with no connotation.

Old Wu's face was quite ugly. After all, the previous disastrous defeat left him with a lot of psychological trauma. When he saw Qiao Chen's face that deserved a beating, he remembered how stupid he was when he was pressed to the ground and rubbed against him.

Oh shit.

"Is there something wrong?" Wu Dafan asked.

"No," Qiao Chen walked to the trash can and choked out his cigarette, then waved at them, "Just passing by, keep going."

"It's quite free." Wu Dafan sneered, the two younger brothers behind him didn't know about the past of the boss, and when they heard the words that smacked of fire/powder, they immediately geared up, looking like they wanted to have a fight with Qiao Chen.

Don't be impulsive, young people.

Wen Sheng thought silently in his heart.

Forget it, you still go to die.

You need someone other than Lao Wu to teach you how to behave.

"No, I'm busier than you. I have to study." Qiao Chen smiled, and then glanced at Wen Sheng again, "I also have to manage the villain group. After all, the higher the status, the greater the responsibility."

The three were stunned.

If Wen Sheng hadn't been in so much pain that he couldn't move right now, he would have wanted to give him a few slaps.

A school bully is worthy of being a school bully.

too handsome.

"Okay, I have to go to self-study." Qiao Chen glanced at his watch and waved his hand, "Goodbye."

It wasn't until Qiao Chen was no longer visible, and Old Wu's face was still so ugly, he stared at Wen Sheng who was lying on the ground for a long time, and then directed Brother Stabbing: "Give me the money on his body."

Qiao Chen walked along the corridor to the end of the third floor, and found Wenqi, the second grader in senior high school. Through a small piece of glass on the door specially opened for the head teacher to check the class, he could see that there were already a few people in the class here and there.

There are men and women, probably students on duty, who are cleaning.

Qiao Chen frowned, a little annoyed that he was not the first in the class because he was nosy.

He likes to be the first to reach the class because he doesn't like being stared at when he walks in.

If someone goes earlier than him, he will feel inexplicably insecure.

Qiao Ru called this hypocritical.

Forget it, just be hypocritical.

Qiao Chen pushed the door open and walked in. The cleaning people were all stunned when they saw him, and then looked at each other, all a little surprised.

Depend on!

Have you ever seen a school bully who goes to self-study on time?

No insight!

Qiao Chen walked quickly to the seat in the last row, stuffed the schoolbag without books into the table hole, took out his mobile phone and looked down, motionless like a sculpture.

Wen Sheng tried his best to distract himself from thinking about the injury on his stomach, but he staggered all the way back to the classroom.

He came back quite late, it was almost ten past seven, and the class was almost full.

Wen Sheng sighed, and before he finished his sigh, he let go of the wound on his stomach, and it hurt him so much that he sucked back the last half of his breath.

Depend on.

It's so aggrieved that the temperature rises.

Wen Sheng was leaning against the wall, half a step away from the back door. He didn't like being watched when he entered the door, especially when there were so many people sitting in the class. Compared with the monkey who was the front door, the back door Be more on the safe side.

There was a small strip of glass on the back door, rectangular.

Wen Sheng never understood this design, but he always felt that it was specially prepared for the head teacher's inspection.I remember that every time he turned his head and saw the head teacher's face pasted on the back door, it reminded him of Rong Rong by the Daming Lake.

Rong'er was Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake back then!

Wen Sheng smiled silently.

The student on duty is really conscientious, the glass of the back door is wiped clean, and it is reflective.

Wen Sheng leaned against the door, glanced inside, was stunned, and his eyes stopped on the last row by the window.

Brother Ba has already sat down?

He didn't come earlier than the school bully?

What a shame.

Qiao Chen is quite handsome, the kind who is particularly handsome in the crowd, the kind that can be picked out at a glance, and his arms and legs are quite long, so he looks like a high-quality basketball player.

Wen Sheng recalled that when the female students had discussions after class, they were all handsome guys of Qiao Chen's level, but it was obviously Qiao Chen who discussed the most.

After all, they are tyrants.

School bully + school grass.

Double joy.

Ba Cao was playing with his mobile phone with his head down at this time, seeing how serious he was, he probably saw something very important.

Wen Sheng glanced at his watch, it was already [-]:[-], the homeroom teacher, Lao Zhang, was coming to see the self-study, if he didn't go in, it would be too late, he didn't want to be picked up by Lao Zhang after being beaten up by Lao Wu on the first day of school to the office.

Wen Sheng pushed the door open and walked in, taking every step lightly and slowly, but the sound of the door opening still made many people look back, and then turned away expressionlessly.

The amazing thing is that Ba Cao never looked up at him.

It wasn't until Wen Sheng tiptoedly sat next to him that Qiao Chen noticed him belatedly, and said in a low voice, "I'm back."

"Yeah." Wen Sheng said.

After what happened just now, he is still very grateful to the tyrant, but he still can't figure out the tyrant's temper, so it's better to put it away.

Can a man who can be a colonel bully be an ordinary man?

Wen Sheng hopes that one day he can also be the man who becomes the school bully.

Hey, this statement seems a bit strange.

Qiao Chen lowered his head and turned off the phone, threw it into the hole of the table, stretched his body, and then leaned on the table and looked at him: "Wu Dafan let you come back just like that?"

Wen Sheng shook his head.

"Oh." Qiao Chen remained expressionless, "Hit you again?"

"I'll call later, and take all my money away first." Wen Sheng unloaded his schoolbag, found a few footprints on it, and wiped it with his fingers a few times.

Qiao Chen snorted and took out a wet scarf from his pocket and threw him on his schoolbag: "After finishing the money, I still beat you?"

"Well," Wen Sheng tore off the wrapping paper and wiped it slowly, "Because I think it's too little. Thank you."

"How much is too much." Qiao Chen said.

"It must be more than what he brought." Wen Sheng smiled, "They just rolled out two yuan, and some of them were missing a dime."

Qiao Chen seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then looked like he wanted to laugh, but he held back, turned his head and said, "Poor ghost."

Then he lay down on the table and ignored him.

That's fine too.

The poor Wen Sheng took out his book and pen from his schoolbag, intending to memorize new words in advance, but when he was holding the pen, he realized that some grandson stepped on his pen and broke it.

It is the same as the screen of the elderly machine last time.

Another accidental injury.

That pen is not expensive, but it is well-decorated. There is a small button on it, which will light up when you press it, and it can also be illuminated at night.

But now he is trampled like this bird.

Rise pressed a button.

The colorful light spots refracted under the sun.

Not suitable for lighting, quite suitable for disco.