The boy looked panicked, and hurriedly looked at the situation inside, then watched him approach step by step.
There was a loud noise from the broadcasting room, and the boy guarding the door was startled.
Zhou Yu stepped faster and came here, the boy stopped in front of him, his eyes erratic:
"Same... classmate, haven't you gone back yet?"
Zhou Yu pushed him away, took off the broom on the door, and threw it on the ground, holding the handle in his hand.
The boy came over again, "No, no, what are you doing, classmate?"
Zhou Yu opened his face coldly, holding the man's collar in his hand, and throwing it aside, at the same time the door opened for him with a click.
Yin Zhu endured the pain, his head moved barely, and the hand holding the table pressed hard, raised his hand to grab the hair of the two of them, and touched their heads one by one.
At the same time, with the help of strength, he sat up on his back, pulled one of the boys, and threw him on the other boy.
Looking at the two people lying on the ground who screamed in pain, she slowly squatted down.
The long hair that was messed up by the fight slid down, blocking the skin under her collarbone and her shoulders.
The white neck was sweaty, and a few strands of hair were sticking up and winding down.
"Are you him, give me chocolate."
The door was opened at this moment, Zhou Yu glanced over and saw her squatting there, in a mess.
She raised her eyes, her eyes met.
Seeing her look like this, his heart twitched.
Yin Zhu slowly stood up, then lowered his head, looking at the ground, his eyes were not focused.
A drop of sweat slashed down her left sideburn and reached her chin, where it converged into a bead of light and flashed down, landing.
He picked up her coat that fell on the ground, shook it, hung it on his hand, walked over, took off his coat, unfolded it, and covered her from the front.
Take her behind.
The two boys lying on the ground stood up and were about to slip away.
Zhou Yu hooked his feet to the old wooden chair and pulled it over, holding the chair with his hand, with blue veins bulging.
He swung it up and slammed on the straight two people hard.
The jacket on his hand lifted an arc in the air, and when it was lowered, only the wooden pieces crackled and fell apart.
Suddenly, the voice of pain increased and uttered, wailing.
"What are you running? Pick up the things at the table I'm at." His voice was faint, and there was no joy or anger on his face.
The boy outside the door looked horrified, grabbed the door frame, took something behind the door, turned around and ran away.
The two boys got up and hurriedly picked up books and chocolates on the ground in a panic.
"Okay... OK, OK."
The two boys grinned with bone pain, but did not dare to make a sound, and respectfully handed over the complete backpack, mobile phone and chocolate box.
Zhou Yu took them one by one, put her backpack on her left shoulder, tilted her head slightly, and threw the little and broken chocolate box into the trash can on the side.
Looked at her sideways, looking at the chocolate box in the trash can.
Raising her well-knotted hand, he lifted the coat that was draped on her back, and gave her the phone at the same time.
"Don't cry, you are still at the same table."
Yin Zhu tilted her head over, without a tear on her white face.
After saying this, his hand moved away from her, he turned his head back, his eyes fell on the two boys, and grabbed a handful of hair.
"Who instructed you to make me be at the same table."
Silence spread, Zhou Yu kicked the scattered wooden block on the ground, and the bodies of the two men trembled.
"Who, speak out, I won't do anything for the time being."