Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, happily, happily, go to find the eldest sister, Huang Mao, song Xiaoqing and Qi Ziang. I''m confused!


    Facing all kinds of questions, Huang Mao... Didn''t listen to a word. He just felt, lie back! Is the whole fucking crowd trying to fight?


    "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, what are you doing! Fight is it! Fight is it!" yelled Huang Mao. His hands spread like Dapeng''s wings. First he protected song Xiaoqing and Qi Ziang behind him. "Shit! Fight, who is afraid of who! Who counsels who is the grandson!"


    The second grade students who just wanted to ask their eldest sister about the examination information of dashining were silent: "...."


    Who fought?


    Who wants to fight?


    Do they seem to be fighting?


    Besides, can you fight with your thin little bamboo body? Any girl who is a little tough on the scene can swing you down.


    The silent student was not frightened by Huang Mao''s roar. He was silent because of his ears. As for Huang Mao himself... Cough, cough, really not afraid.


    Yellow hair is thin, but now he no longer wears that very social yellow hair, returns to a black hair, is threatened and lured by his mother, cuts his hair to expose his full forehead, and wears a beautiful little face that is easy to bully at a glance. Girls once doubted what they frightened him before.


    Afraid of his yellow hair with a strong social atmosphere?


    Afraid of his constant shouting and beating, he didn''t actually talk to anyone?


    There''s nothing terrible at all!


    The yellow hair on the back of his ear didn''t know that he now had no "prestige" to the point that even the students were not afraid of him. Seeing that he was surrounded by more than a dozen students from other classes, yellow hair didn''t forget to remind his two brothers.


    "Back to back, shit! It''s surging! All guard against it. Don''t be black handed by them!"


    Song Xiaoqing was biased by Huang Mao, and quickly opened his hands back to back with Huang Mao. At the same time, he didn''t forget to pull Qi Ziang, the weakest of the three.


    "..." Qi Ziang leaned on his brother''s back and listened to the yelling of the yellow hair brother. He swallowed his throat and whispered, "brother, you don''t have a back, do you still understand the problem?"


    "Instead of fighting with us, I asked my eldest sister if she had done well in the exam and whether she had participated in the junior high school entrance examination."


    ……


    Huang Mao: "..." is that right? Is it? Why does he look like he''s going to fight?


    The biased song Xiaoqing swallowed his throat and said, "it seems... I just heard someone ask my eldest sister if she handed in her paper in advance."


    Huang Mao: "..." is that right? Then why didn''t he hear a question just now! I just feel surrounded, or I may be beaten at any time.


    In an instant, Huang Mao felt that he had lost face!


    Shit! Ask, what containment!


    The shameless Huang Mao tried hard to find his face and continued to roar, "don''t ask us. We don''t know anything. Get out of the way! Don''t surround us. It''s heat stroke in a hot day!"


    "Then say in a shady place, what are you afraid of! We won''t hit you!" a girl shouted with a smile and didn''t dare to do it to herself.


    Anyway, she hasn''t heard that her eldest sister and her younger brothers have beaten their classmates.


    He was a little yellow and his face was black. "What are you talking about? Who am I afraid of? I''m afraid of you? Shit? Come on, come on!" he wasn''t afraid of fighting! Shit!