Bang!
The club landed on Zhao Jianjian who was blocking him.
Mo Bei snapped his fingers.
He and the famous lady's voice can still be heard: "Brother Nan, really, you go, you can't get hurt."
"Why didn't you tell us about your injury last time?"
Zhao Jianjian's painful forehead was covered with sweat.
Mo Bei could even feel his breathing.
For the national competition.
In order to enter the national competition.
That's all.
But at this moment.
Mo Bei can't just do it for the national competition.
While her eyes darkened.
She stretched out her hand and pushed Zhao Jianjian aside, then leaned halfway, and picked up a baseball bat.
Yang Mengruo seemed to have seen the scene she most wanted to see.
He took three photos in a row of Mo Bei.
The boy in the wind.
It's still the same as the first time I saw it.
Even when fighting.
There is no trace of nobility in the whole body.
Even her back was straighter than usual.
Hurry up, hurry up!
This is what Yang Mengruo hopes most at the moment.
Because only in that way can the evidence of Mo Nan's private fight be confirmed.
The famous lady reached out and grabbed the corner of Mo Bei's clothes, trying to stop her.
Mo Bei waved away with one hand, and with the other hand, he was holding a baseball bat, and the other end of the stick was dragging on the ground.
At this time, she was standing there tall and tall, looking like someone who was about to fight the last battle, there was no wave in her eyes.
If it will affect the people around you.
Or even brothers can't protect well.
Then what kind of national competition is played.
elder brother.
At that time, were you thinking about this
There is wind blowing.
It brought diamond-shaped snow.
Mo Bei raised his eyes and watched the snowflakes fall.
When the wind passed by that clear and indifferent face.
She turned her gaze away for a moment, and then raised her baseball bat.
Yang Mengruo also raised the phone higher.
Mo north to south.
This time, let's bury even this id.
Never have the chance to get up again.
The man with glasses smiled even more complacently.
Seeing that Mo Bei was about to make a move, he stepped back and let the others go first.
However, at this moment!
There was a bang bang bang behind him.
The man with glasses stiffened his back.
It was because someone put a baseball bat against his back.
Same with baseball bats.
But the baseball bat used by No. 1 Middle School will have the school logo on it.
"Using the name of my No. 1 middle school to block people, have we obtained the consent of those who surrounded Mo Nan's army?"
When Zhao Jianjian heard this sentence.
He raised his head suddenly, looked over there, and yelled, "Damn!"
loved ones!
Zhao Jianjian didn't call out the last two words.
It gave the man with glasses room to speak: "Brother Long, it's me, didn't you always want to block Mo Nan once, he is here today."
Brother Long, who besieged Mo Nan's army, looked at him, then turned his head to Zhao Jianjian and said, "What am I talking about, you people in No. 2 Middle School just have bad conduct!"
Zhao Jianjian: "Just this one, the others are men, okay?"
Brother Long: "Why have you been repaired so badly?"
Zhao Jianjian was still in pain: "I blocked it for my Brother Nan, I am honored!"
"If we hadn't decided to skip class to buy books on the spur of the moment, you would have been really miserable this time, friend."
That's right, the No. 1 Middle School's siege of Mo Nan's army has joined hands with the No. 2 Middle School.
After hearing this, the man with glasses started to freeze his complacent smile, and even his face turned pale.
Brother Long glanced at him: "This guy doesn't know about our Young Master Feng's marriage to your No. 2 Middle School, right?"
Zhao Jianjian wanted to shrug his shoulders and mock him, but it hurt even more.
"Even if Feng Shao hadn't married, this kind of behavior of letting outsiders beat people in the school should be taught a lesson."
The man said, looking at Mo Bei: "Brother Nan, you don't need to do anything. Just leave it to us. Don't worry, we are from the real No. 1 middle school. For these fake No. 1 middle school students, wait another eight minutes, and when the bell rings, When the teacher comes out, they are all finished, you can take Zhao Jianjian to have a look, we are here."
"Thank you." The moment Mo Bei let go of the baseball bat, the temperature in her eyes returned a little. She didn't say much, because she had fought with No. 1 Middle School and knew that they not only had things in their hands, but also knew when to put them away.
She didn't waste much time, half bent over, picked up Zhao Jianjian at once, let him lean on her shoulder, and just walked out of the crowd.
The man with glasses, including the people he brought, wanted to move, but everyone was pushed from behind with a baseball bat.
Yang Mengruo never imagined that when things had come to this point, there would be some students from No. 1 Middle School.
Isn't the relationship between No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School always bad
Yang Mengruo still remembered that she came to pick up Mo Nan before.
When these people saw Mo Nan, they still wanted to provoke him.
Why is this happening now
Such a seamless plan.
Because of the appearance of these "bad boys", everything was ruined!
Most importantly, Mo Nan still has her recording in his hand!
She was really scared, and now she wanted to delete and rush forward to delete those things.
But Yang Mengruo knew it was impossible.
She cried anxiously, and shouted at Mo Bei's back: "I was wrong, Mo Nan, I was really wrong, can you delete the recording, and I will clarify for you what happened at that time, including this time , That's right, including this time, I won't post it anymore. Really, delete the recording. You know me best. I came from a small place like you. It's the most difficult. Didn't you say Am I like your sister? When I was very young, I worked hard outside alone, and I couldn’t help it. If I didn’t do that, your popularity would disappear. What would I do? I would also be abandoned by the economic company, you know Wang Jun’s methods, and Lu Yifan, they are the ones who can really talk, I don’t follow the crowd, how can I survive, how do you let me survive?”
"I won't post the recording on the Internet." Mo Bei stood with his back to her, cold and indifferent: "If that's the case, I will become like you, and I will hand over the recording to the judiciary, and you can still live go down.
The reason why my brother will be responsive to you.
It was just because he felt that his sister had lived outside alone.
Those people were nice to his sister.
He will be good to others.
As for the rest.
You are not worthy at all.
Mo Bei never thought of providing any information to the Internet.
over there.
Today they can scold her brother.
You can scold others tomorrow.
I can like you today.
I can trample you to death tomorrow.
As long as someone guides, the topic can come out.
She won't do it this way.
A well-known debater said it rightly: "A person, only when you are warm and pure, can you be qualified to talk about love and freedom, otherwise, freedom, how many crimes lie in your name"
She won't let those people go.
Waiting for the game.
She won't let go of any of them!
(end of this chapter)