Seeing Mo Bei coming over.
Someone who has always been in contact with Chen Yu.
Sneered: "Cancer."
He was overwhelmed every time.
This period of time has been really uncomfortable.
He had the best grades before, and the teacher didn't ask him for anything.
Now this piece of trash is showing off everywhere.
Let him can't stand it anymore.
Anyway, here it is, he can't do it.
So many people are watching.
If he dares to do it.
There is no need to play in the national competition.
Mr. Chen has already called a group of people, just waiting to block you.
How could he make it to the finals so easily.
Mo Bei stood there, and after hearing the word cancer, he glanced sideways at the man.
"Why? Don't you admit that you are a cancer?"
Mo Bei retracted his gaze, put it on the right side, and clenched it a little bit.
The man pushed his glasses and looked like a good student, but that's often the case with everything.
What looks good is not necessarily good.
Fiddling with right and wrong, like to eat melons.
There was no such person in that bullying.
"If you want to fight, come and fight here." The man smiled, because he had nothing to lose, so he was unscrupulous: "If you fight, you won't have to go to the national competition, right..."
His words are not finished yet.
Just listen to bang!
A basketball smashed over!
There is no intention of reducing strength in the slightest.
It was his face that was smashed.
The man covered the bridge of his nose, his painful expression changed: "Who, who is so short-eyed!"
"Me." It was Feng Nai, he said, then bent down to pick up another one, with a shallow smile, polite and casual: "Sorry, my hand slipped just now."
The man was a little timid when he saw Feng Nai.
After all, he is different from Mo Nan.
Mr. Chen only let him provoke Mo Nan, but he didn't let him provoke Young Master Feng.
Feng Nai paced over, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, his eyes were a little cold: "Do you think I will slip my hands a second time?"
The man froze and turned pale, and turned to go to the other side of the runway.
He was worried that Young Master Feng would really do it, and he would also say that it was all his own unintentional fault.
Feng Nai didn't have extra time to go see him.
After seeing that the person had left, he walked directly in front of Mo Bei.
The teacher over there is still shouting: "This student from No. 1 Middle School, you are not this runway, you are another..."
Seeing Feng Nai raised his hand, lifted Mo Bei's forehead hair, and pressed his palm against it, with a handsome profile, and his brows were knit into a ball.
The girls of No. 2 Middle School collectively grabbed the teacher: "Teacher, look at the sky, there are spaceships."
Spaceship, hehehehe...
"I think you all owe it to your parents. This is a sports meeting, so why are you wearing makeup? Also, that male classmate, why do you look in the mirror when you are fine? Why are you wearing a skirt!"
It is conceivable that the teacher will collapse.
Zhao Jianjian patted his brother on the shoulder.
The one in the skirt snorted: "Let Feng Shao take good care of Brother Nan. Seeing that Brother Nan is haggard today, he didn't even look up at me, and I didn't even powder him."
Zhao Jianjian was very serious: "Brother Nan really doesn't like to dress up, and he doesn't like to look at you."
"Get out!" Very manly tone.
Zhao Jianjian was convinced too, with his freely changing voice.
The whole playground is noisy.
It fell into Mo Bei's ears, but there seemed to be nothing.
It's very hot, and my throat hurts a little.
She wasn't in the mood to care about anyone's provocation.
When I thought it was like this.
Just touched his coolness...
(end of this chapter)