The broom's face quickly darkened.
All three middle schools know that Yu Sheng has a terrifying ability.
All the words he said were good or bad, and no one would be able to escape if he encountered a poisonous milk boy.
Commonly known as Crow's Mouth.
The most famous record is Sheng's first year of high school, he once pitted a high school king for 50 consecutive games, and fell directly to bronze that night.
Since then, the king has left a shadow. When he touches the keyboard, he feels dizzy and shakes, and he has to quit the game.
So much so that in the last three months, I forcibly raised more than 100 points, and directly crossed the undergraduate line from the junior college.
The reason why no one dared to provoke Yu Sheng in No. 3 Middle School was that he was second to none, and it was because poisonous milk, a skill that was close to metaphysics, was too terrifying.
After all, fighting and beating is bad enough, no one wants to go out in the rain, walk into the wall, and cheat in the exam three times by the invigilator.
The broom's head was poked at the sore spot, and his face rose red, and then he exploded into a rage: "Fart, do it if you have the ability, don't pretend to be a ghost! You are a fucking crow-"
"I know you're talking to me."
Yu Sheng sighed lightly and rubbed his ears, which were so painful: "Did I accidentally curse your brain?"
The broom's head changed, and the sound was instantly silenced, and the eyes that looked at Yu Sheng also showed deep fear.
Holding the bun, Yu Sheng changed his hands, and pressed twice on the aching temples of staying up late.
He was a little bit confused at times about what these hormonal teens were thinking.
The person who should have seen it has seen it once, and he has suffered bad luck and sin, yet he dares to bring people to come to block him, and continue to persevere in his hatred.
I'm not afraid that he will continue to breastfeed him.
Yu Sheng rubbed his hair, glanced at the time, and glanced at the group of people around.
The attendants still have some brains, and Yu Sheng opened his mouth with a gesture, and immediately stepped back without a trace, obviously for fear that he would randomly point to someone else's head.
"Waste, I brought you to watch the fun?!"
The broom's head exploded even more, and he yelled furiously: "Beat him! Beat him so hard that he can't speak, let's see how he farts—"
Yu Sheng got a headache from his arguing, and stopped her mouth: "Yes."
Broom the head.
Yu Sheng rubbed his neck and swept around to find a place to put things: "Let's do it together, I'm in a hurry, and I have to take an exam."
What he said was really hateful, and the broom's head turned pale instantly, and the expressions of the group of servants around him also became obviously unkind.
Yu Sheng didn't care, yawned and walked towards the corner of the wall.
He doesn't actually poison milk people very often.
The lethality is too large, the radiation surface is too wide, and there may not be any unexpected side effects.
Yu Sheng thought it was troublesome, so he usually tried his best not to speak, and tried to solve the problem with his fists.
But the broom head is an exception.
The broomhead's real name is Li Wei. The family is in business, and the provincial key is to pay money, and he also has several attendants from lesser backgrounds around him.
Everywhere is just as bad as the herd. Most of these people don’t care about anything but money, and they don’t have the heart to study.
If nothing else, about half of the incidents that happened on the pedestrian street were blamed by the students of No. 3 middle school for these people.
Yu Sheng had heard of these people before, but he had never really met them. Until the first day of the final exam, these bastards were so daring that they blocked a little girl who was leaving school alone in the alley, and opened a yellow accent with a hilarious smile. Yu Sheng, who happened to be asked to skip class and go home to play games, bumped into him.
The little girl was terrified, she couldn't cry, and it was inappropriate to watch another fight. Yu Sheng stopped the person and sent them to a crowded place, without doing anything, he politely blessed him a few words.
He originally thought that this matter was over, but he didn't expect him to be so persistent, and he actually brought someone to the door today.
Yu Sheng looked around, and finally found a fairly clean and flat place, and planned to put down breakfast for the time being.
Just after handing it over, a hand stretched out straight and swept away the soy milk and steamed buns in his hand.
The broom head obviously took what he said just now as a provocation, his face was gloomy, he chewed on the cigarette and tore his clothes: "Come on, don't pretend to me here! Today you either kneel down and admit your mistake, or let us give you a beating, Don't even think about it!"
The soy milk was spilled all over the ground, and the steamed buns that didn't have time to bite rolled twice and were stained with a thin layer of soil.
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and sighed lightly.
High school students will always get married for inexplicable reasons. The pressure of schoolwork and the restless hormones have nowhere to vent, plus the puberty that doesn't come early or late, because they can have a date with anything.
In fact, Yu Sheng has always felt that a lot of things can be solved as long as they are polite.
Seeing the gloomy look staring at his broom head, Yu Sheng raised his face and greeted him politely first, before he had time to retract his hand, he raised his hand and clasped the wrist with lightning.
His hand moved slightly, and there was a faint, crisp sound.
The broom's face instantly turned from gloomy to pale, and the entire wrist joint was folded into a twisted angle in his hand.
Yu Sheng yanked his hand sharply, his figure quickly approached, his shoulders pressed against his chest, and with one hand he turned over, and he threw the man on the ground.
With a bang, a cloud of dirt quickly rose up.
He said that he would do it, and a group of attendants were shocked for a moment, and before they had time to respond, they were already approached by him in a blink of an eye.
The young man's skills were terribly clean, he rushed into a group of muscles with guys, greeted him mercilessly, raised his knees and elbows with great strength, and punched a child.
The faces of the remaining few changed. Seeing that the situation was not good, they threw the guy away. They raised their legs tremblingly and wanted to run. After running a few steps, he was knocked to the ground neatly.
For a few minutes, the ground was already groaning and groaning and lying on the ground.
"Stop, stop!"
A small yellow-haired figure emerged from the corner, hurriedly greeting, "Police, hurry up—"
Xiao Huangmao's voice was stagnant, his eyes widened in astonishment, and his face involuntarily turned pale.
Li Wei came here today to find a place for people to get rid of Ma Wei. He brought people who were very capable of fighting, and some of them were fighting coaches at the gym in the city.
The students have just been on vacation these days, and there are many police patrolling nearby. He was specially called to be on guard, just in case a police officer came over, he would immediately come and report, and no matter what it was called, he would retreat strategically first.
…
But now it doesn't look as easy to retreat.
Xiao Huangmao was so frightened that his legs went weak, he staggered back two steps, and suddenly turned around and ran back: "Police! Police, help..."
Hearing the shout, Yu Sheng put down the last person, clapped his hands, raised his head, and stood still.
He has been dragged to the front line of all kinds of places all the year round, and he has a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of thing.
The people on the ground couldn't get up for a while, so Yu Sheng brushed off the dirt on the school uniform jacket, aligned the zipper and pulled it to the neckline, tugged at the clothes, and took a few steps back.
His footsteps stopped suddenly.
There were too many people just now, crowded into a mess, and he didn't notice that there was someone standing beside him.
Tall and thin, wearing a pure black shirt, no school uniform, the cuffs of the shirt were simply bent in half.
One hand was in the pocket of his trousers, revealing a chiseled cold white wrist.
The right hand also carried a cult pancake that was just spread, steaming and fragrant, with crispy grilled sausage, fish and tofu.
Possibly also added chicken chops.
cult.
The black shirt met Yu Sheng's line of sight, raised his eyebrows, and smiled at him friendly.
His eyes are long and narrow, hidden behind his glasses, and the ends of his eyes are slightly slanted upwards, which makes the color of his eyes look extraordinarily deep.
The naturally indifferent and lazy posture was blurred by the sudden smile, and quickly transformed into a very confusing kindness.
Yu Sheng suddenly felt a strong sense of vigilance.
His intuition has always been reliable. Although this kind of vigilance is inexplicable, it must also show that the guy in front of him with "I am a top student" written all over his body is not so harmless as he seems.
Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes, and the tip of his tongue subconsciously licked his teeth.
The red and blue lights are on, and the police whistle is coming from the corner.
Xiao Huangmao was frightened and ran away without a trace. The policeman came over after hearing the cry, and when they saw the mess lying on the ground, they couldn't help frowning and raised their heads: "What's going on?!"
Yu Sheng glanced at the black shirt.
When it comes to being caught in a fight, Yu Sheng has always had an innate advantage that cannot be ignored. I have been in high school for two years, and I don't know how many fights, big and small, and I haven't even written a few copies of the examination.
Because compared to the sturdy record of playing all over the school, Yu Sheng actually looks a little gentle and harmless.
still good.
Round eyes with double eyelids and long eyelashes. The facial features are all delicate and soft, and when he opens his mouth, the tiger tooth on the right sticks out a little pointy point unwillingly.
No matter what happened, as long as he put on his school uniform and stood aside, he could be comforted and escorted back to school as a passing innocent boy.
It was reasonable to pretend that he didn't know anything this time, but the fight was over, and suddenly there was another witness from nowhere.
Yu Sheng frowned, deliberating between threatening the other party's cooperation while the police were not paying attention, and just running away when he found an opportunity, his eyes swept around the black shirt, and turned back: "There was a fight just now, I'm here for the test, Just passing by."
With one breath left on the broom's head, he was so angry that he struggled to stand up: "Fuck! It's his hand! The policeman, it's this bastard—he beat him! He's lying—"
"To shut up!"
The policeman got a headache from the noise, scolded him sharply, and looked at the two people who were insisting on their own words.
He was already vaguely biased in his heart. He glanced around and saw a person standing in the corner, beckoning: "Come here too! Tell me, what's going on?"
Yu Sheng raised his eyes.
The black shirt stood up straight and came over, his long and narrow eyes hidden behind the lenses, and his gaze swept over Sheng with interest.
"They were fighting and he was passing by and I saw it."
The black shirt made a noise, he pulled his left hand out of his pocket, pointed his long fingers to the ground, and said in a sincere tone, "Scared that his buns fell to the ground."
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