Although Zhou Ming started the fight, no one in the scuffle later looked him in the eye. When he saw him throwing a gasoline bottle into the crowd, the accident had already happened, and people were caught off guard.

"Zhou Ming, are you sick? You can fight as soon as you fight. Is it interesting to play this kind of thing?" Luo Zihang, who was closest to the door at that time and had a lot of gasoline on his body, frowned, and couldn't stop his irritable anger from escaping. .

He despises this kind of person who can't afford to lose and wants to die.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhou Ming roared, his gradually pale face due to excessive blood loss became ghastly, and even his words were gnashed with ruthlessness, "Hand over Song Ruye, otherwise no one will think about it today Let's go. Song Ruye, come out!"

For the first time, a villain who is used to tricks and tricks and has no disadvantages tasted the taste of failure, and his ribs were broken in front of the team members. This shame is so unforgettable that it makes people lose their minds.

Under such circumstances, it was even more impossible for Luo Zihang to let him succeed. He raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Zhou Ming, if you want to trouble him, you have to get past me first..."

Before he finished speaking, he was patted on the shoulder, and then the tall and slender figure of the young man turned around, facing the crazy Zhou Ming head-on.

"Are you looking for me?" There was no agitation or panic, the young man's leisurely tone was like meeting a half-baked stranger on the street in the afternoon and being forcibly accosted, lacking in interest.

Everyone present twitched the corners of their mouths silently, wanting to laugh but couldn't, with embarrassing expressions.

However, Zhou Ming stared at him with bloody hatred on his face, and the lighter in his hand was trembling with anger, "Song Ruye! Don't play dumb. In the game in the morning, you clearly intended to hurt someone on purpose. I saw it very clearly."

At that time, he rushed over to grab the ball, and the boy clearly glanced at the time before he deliberately adjusted his movements.

If he hadn't experienced it himself, even he wouldn't have believed that there would be someone in this world who could control the details so precisely.

But for such a question, Qin Qing crossed his arms so that he could reply leisurely: "So what?"

What? Zhou Ming's expression froze, he didn't expect the other party to admit without even a quibble, and then the anger in his heart rushed straight to his forehead, making him dizzy for a while, the gasoline bottle in his hand hit the ground, and the strong and pungent smell .

After a while, he gritted his teeth and raised the lighter, and said to the handsome fair face: "Song Ruye, I only give you two choices now, one is to kneel down and beg for mercy, and the other is to follow me to the teacher." The office admits your crime and returns the victory that should have belonged to me!"

The former is an insult to personality, while the latter is a trample on morality, no matter which one is extremely difficult for people to adapt to.

However, this kind of dilemma did not make Qin Qing's expression reveal the slightest distress. She didn't even lift her eyelids, and she said bluntly with sarcasm in the cool words: "Victory that belongs to you? Hehe, the so-called victory in your mouth It's just using the method of hurting people on the court to force the opponent to retreat, or else it's framing. Why, it's just letting you taste what it's like to be a bitter master, can't you bear it?"

This is a typical thief shouting "stop thief". The people he united to deal with in the past were speechless, but now that they have changed their identities, this person is the first to jump.

ridiculous.

"You..." Zhou Ming's despicable disguise was punctured, his lips trembled with anger, his heart was flat, and his eyes threatened, "Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense, are you going to do it or not? If you don't Do it, I will light the fire and burn Luo Zihang first."

Right now, Luo Zihang has the most gasoline on his body, and if it catches fire, he will be the first to suffer.

Everyone in the seventh class was so scared that their nerves were tense, and they subconsciously stretched out their hands to persuade them.

Little did they know that the other party was still afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he stabbed him to death, "Then you have to have the guts to start a fire."

Even an extremely arrogant person like Luo Zihang dared not say such things in front of Zhou Ming, who was in an extreme state of mind. When he heard this, his mind froze, and he suddenly wanted to ask his brother if he had any grudge against him.

"You think I dare not, do you really think I won't do it, right..." Zhou Ming was so excited that the veins on his neck bulged, his dilated pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his expression was completely distorted to the extreme, "Song Ruye ,go to hell!"

Amidst the roar, Zhou Ming slid the flint with trembling fingertips, the rustling sound was creepy, and then a cluster of flames burst out with a puff.

"Run!" I don't know who yelled, and the crowd trapped in the store began to run around, running towards the rear in panic.

However, as soon as he turned around, from the corner of his eye, he saw the young man who had been sneering and sarcastic suddenly let go of his arms, and shot something out of his hands.

The thing that looked as thin as a piece of paper flew over, but it precisely cut off the flame that had just been ignited, and before Zhou Ming could move again, the boy's figure still arrived in front of him.

With a slamming punch on the cheek, the person who had lost too much blood fell obliquely towards the threshold, and there was no movement until then.

Qin Qing also caught the lighter from the air, twirled her fingers deftly, and the thing disappeared into the palm of her hand as if by magic.

The accident happened so quickly from the beginning to the end that everyone was horrified while maintaining a weird posture of turning around.

Luo Zihang stretched out his hand in the air and froze there. His eyes slowly fell on the... playing card at Zhou Ming's feet.

"I said, you still carry this with you at school?" He squeezed out this sentence with a very embarrassing expression, and felt that his brother was a strange person.

"Get used to it." Qin Qing responded lightly, and did not mention the matter of privately training poker as a weapon. She took out a clean handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her fingers carefully, then threw the thing away, "Send it away." Let’s go to the hospital, don’t let the school know about this.”

After saying that, as if he hated the smell here, he walked straight out of the shop door.

In the scorching summer, the clean school uniform of the boy and the elegant and luxurious action of throwing down the handkerchief at the end make it almost impossible to connect the scene of him beating someone.

And at the other end of countless network cables, there was also a group of people who were hit by Qin Qing's words.

In the room with tens of thousands of spectators, the problem solving on the desktop was forced to stop again, but this time no one complained

All eyes were focused on the last sentence left by the ID named 'Bai Yi Qing Xiang' in the scrolling chat bar.

‘Wait a minute, let’s fight first. '

Fighting... this should be a literal meaning, right?

Tens of thousands of gifted students stared wide-eyed, studying these two words over and over again, and almost went to the Chinese dictionary.

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