Before Zhao Jianjian could finish his sentence, he was shocked by Brother Nan's leap while supporting the guardrail.
He also tried to turn down the guardrail of the rear playground, after all, it would save time by walking this way.
But... I can't jump over.
I don't know if it's because the legs are too short, or what.
In short, his Brother Nan only threw him a sentence; "Go back" and left with his schoolbag.
That tall and slender figure is really handsome.
No wonder the female classmates went crazy when they saw Brother Nan recently.
However, how will he get there.
Do you still have to take a detour
Zhao Jianjian was melancholy.
He had no other choice but to risk himself and change his direction.
Anyway, he was armed with a turban, so he might not be able to be recognized!
Facts have proved that he is still too naive!
I don't know what sin I did!
He just turned a corner.
I met a large group of people.
Those people seemed to be waiting here on purpose.
Originally, his eyes were still looking at the back playground.
After seeing him, they all looked in Zhao Jianjian's direction.
"Fuck!"
Zhao Jianjian couldn't help cursing in a low voice.
I don't know if it's too late to call Brother Nan for help now!
At this time, the playground behind the school.
Feng Nai was already waiting.
Just like Mo Bei thought.
Except him here.
Students from other No. 1 Middle School have been told not to come here today.
Instead, it circled around the outside.
That's why Zhao Jianjian met so many people.
After all, Young Master Feng has never been like this time.
To roll call and whom to play singles with.
Singles means that it is best not to let anyone bother him.
Probably because of professional reasons.
Feng Nai always wore a big black mask on his face and a school uniform on his face at all times. Just showing those eyes could make people imagine the word handsome.
However, at the same time, this also made him look even more difficult to provoke.
In addition, there is a place to find it today, so he prepared a baseball bat in advance.
He casually held one of them in his hand, leaning against the railing, and when he looked at Mo Bei who was walking with his schoolbag, Feng Nai's eyelids lifted, then he stood up straight, his eyes widened Sweeping towards Mo Bei: "Take one."
Mo Bei looked at the baseball bat on the ground, his eyes were dim, and he was holding his pocket with one hand, half bent down to pick up the stick, and said in a cold voice, "No matter who wins or loses, after the fight, the previous story will be reversed."
Feng Nai hummed, still looking lazy: "Avoid a few positions, you can't hit your hands and shoulders, you still have a game the day after tomorrow."
Mo Bei's face remained unchanged: "A game?"
"I arranged it." When Feng Nai said this, he glanced sideways at the baseball bat in his hand: "This time you play the assassin position."
Mo Bei raised her eyes, and she was guessing why this person would suddenly change her position. She was clearly an assistant.
After much deliberation, it is still the same.
Did he see something...
"When I came in, the marked position was auxiliary." Mo Bei looked at him, even his eyes were indifferent.
Feng Nai snorted, and his tone was so lazy that he didn't want to be beaten: "Do you remember what Hei Yan's team rules are? Listen to me."
Hearing this, Mo Bei's profile became a little colder.
But at this moment, Feng Nai approached slowly, turned his head away, his black hair fell down, and said something in her ear.
But let Mo Bei hold the baseball bat in his palm...
(end of this chapter)