boys' feelings are always poetry

201.

When he was beaten, Song Yu covered his head with both hands, and his hands were swollen from the beating, but the older brother standing beside him knew that Song Yu was just a passerby who got involved inexplicably, so he was a little lighter when he struck, except for Song Yu The chubby hands don't hit much in other places, yes, Song Yu's small hands have a kind of magic power, which makes people want to take a chance to pat someone, it seems very interesting.

"Little Wisdom, with a glib tongue!"

Song Yu slowly put down his swollen hand, thinking, is Fang Zhihui still eloquent?Then he has never seen the scene where Lin Erfan is not afraid to fight against the bullies of the fifth class, and fights against the Confucian scholars. I guarantee that he can't understand a word.

Lin Er, the emissary of the thick black school, and Fan Buwei, the sophistry elite, are the two big mountains of the fifth class.

"Little Curly, your hand is too fat, cut it off!"

"Reduce! Must reduce! My brother Han has spoken, I must reduce!" After Song Yu finished speaking, he patted his chest. Fang Zhizhi glanced at him, wondering when Song Yu became your number one pawn under Di Han's throne , the most loyal one, the one who picks up a knife to protect sister-in-law in the rain of bullets, I can die, but sister-in-law cannot die!As the saying goes, dumplings are not as good as delicious!

Song Yu smiled honestly on the surface, but in fact he was thinking in his heart: I can lose weight, I can lose weight, I slap you 180 times a day, my hands will definitely lose weight, brother can lose weight, I'm afraid you can't bear it.

"Hush, don't make noise." The non-mainstream King Han made a silent movement, then untied the dark blue school uniform with one hand, and untied the summer school uniform inside. The summer school uniform of No. Embroidered with a dark blue school badge, if you don’t look carefully, you might think it’s the school uniform of an aristocratic school. The non-mainstream King Han unbuttoned the white buttons one by one, finally revealing his eight-pack abs, broad shoulders and slender waist. .

"..."

Song Yu and Fang Zhihui made eye contact, Brother Han, what does this mean?I have everything he has, what did he show me?

Fang Zhizhi squeezed his eyes, not necessarily, you don't have eight-pack abs and mermaid lines!

Song Yu really regretted that he should have punched Fang Zhihui a few times while taking advantage of the chaos, and kicked him away.

"See clearly? I'm not King Han, I'm a dazzling superstar in the swimming team!"

Song Yu nodded in response: yes yes yes!You drop cold king!Dazzling!Anchor superstar!Come, come, everyone, rocket bikes and electric donkeys!

"Little Wisdom, next time! Let me hear you talking nonsense again..." Commander Shamat showed a mysterious smile, "I want you to experience the perfect quality of the eight-pack abs of the swimming team superstar."

"Uh... Well, our track and field team also has abs, do you want to experience it?"

"..."

Song Yu hugged his little head tightly, for fear that Commander Shamat would shout again: Beat these two little potatoes for me!One cannot stay!Today, I, King Han, will watch Little Tudou Feiyang in front of No. [-] Middle School!

202.

"How to experience?"

Song Yu was stunned. He watched His Majesty the Commander of Kill Matt through his fingers. This His Majesty was wearing a black mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly. Moreover, this man's head and body ratio was excellent, and his head was small and his face was small. After putting on the mask, most of the face was covered. Song Yu felt that if Fang Zhihui and Commander Sha Matt wore masks to rob the bank together, Fang Zhihui would be recognized on the spot: Isn't this the little potato in front of my house?How did you run here to rob a bank?But Commander Sha Matt's face is only black. Of course, with his inferior IQ, he will be caught by the righteous people's judge Lu Jixue on the spot.

"Leave me alone, see you in the bathroom of the university gymnasium on Friday night, and I'll let you experience it."

Song Yu was shocked. What kind of sexy and indecent invitation is this? See you in the corridor, I will let you experience it, experience what is called a fat little hand!

"Okay, let's go, your school rang the bell five minutes ago."

Fang Zhihui and Song Yu walked out of the alley holding hands, and when they reached the entrance of the alley, Fang Zhihui whispered: No matter what I do for a while, just run as hard as you can!Need not

Fuck me!

Song Yu didn't say anything, he really couldn't guess what Fang Zhihui was going to do.

Walking out of the alley about five meters away, Fang Zhihui turned around and shouted: I don't have training on Friday!I am the King of Cold!You are stupid!

After finishing speaking, Fang Zhizhi raised his middle finger, and raised his middle finger with both hands.

Although Song Yu was not familiar with Big Brother Han Wang, but because of his charming IQ, Song Yu jumped up and shouted a few words: You idiot!You are stupid!

Immediately, Song Yu turned on the crazy scud mode, and directly increased his speed. To be honest, Song Yu never ran so fast during the sports meeting. It is not an exaggeration to say that he was running with his life. Yu felt that he was like a big fluttering moth, about to take off.

When he ran to the school gate, Fang Zhihui stopped and shouted triumphantly: Qingfeng Li, you are an idiot!

Only then did Song Yu find out that the leader of the killer was Qingfeng Li. Fang Zhihui said that because Qingfeng Li's whole family is an official, including his grandparents, the whole family hopes that he can also embark on an official career and hope that he will be clean. Breeze in your sleeves.

Song Yu thought it was funny, maybe the reason why Li Qingfeng called Qingfeng was: in the future, he would be too poor to wear pants, and he would have no money to buy sweet potatoes in the street, and only took out two pockets of air, calling it Qingfeng.

It's not a breeze in two sleeves, it's a breeze in two pockets.