Zhong Bao's hand shook, and the short man was thrown out. Only then did everyone see that there was a hole in his stomach.

Zhong Bao stood up with a carp, took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

Others can't see anything, but Zhong Xiaobao knows that the hardest part of the iron cloth shirt is the belly, and even the knife is cut in vain. Zhong Bao poked it with his hand. How sharp is his hand?

It must be the remaining three moves of the Soul Chasing Order, which are so powerful.

Young Master Nan was stunned when he saw it. He ran over and helped the short man up: "How are you?"

The short man looked at Zhong Bao: "I admire you! I will destroy my skills from the hardest part, and I will be convinced by the loss."

After he finished speaking, he said to Young Master Nan: "Young Master! I'm useless."

"What did you say?" Young Master Nan looked at the short man, then gritted his teeth and said to Zhong Bao: "Wait for me."

Young Master Nan and his men helped the short man up and just about to leave, Zhong Bao stood in front of them: "Just want to leave?"

Yes! This is not a martial arts competition. They are here to cause trouble. Is it a big deal if they lose?

"What do you want?"

"I'm fisting and jumping around again. I have to give it some hard work, right? Or you can just let me poke it."

The short man's golden bell cover is poked with holes. What happens if he poked an ordinary person?

"How much do you want?"

"One million!"

"What? Why don't you grab it?"

"I won't give it! That's OK! I'll poke it. Not only will you suffer, but you may not be cured if you spend a million to cure it."

The short man was injured, and the others could not stop Zhong Bao at all. Young Master Nan was not afraid of it being fake. "I...I will give it to!"

When they talked at this time, the person above didn't hear clearly. They only saw Young Master Nan and Zhong Bao taking out their cell phones, as if they were leaving phone calls to each other.

Then Zhong Bao separated from them. Zhong Bao walked into the toilet in a daze. As soon as he entered the toilet, he squirted blood.

Damn it! If it weren't for Su Rongrong's distracting spirit, she wouldn't have been hit by this punch, and she would have to show off her strength and act invincible.

Zhong Bao took off his shirt, leaned against the wall and stitched a few needles on his body. After pausing for a while, he straightened his body. After retracting the silver needle, the black green on his lower abdomen became much lighter.

He slowly put on his clothes, but Zhong Xiaobao's voice rang outside.

"Don't you feel sorry for him? He is injured now and must fall in there. Go and wake him up and comfort him."

Are you talking about Su Rongrong? This Zhong Xiaobao won’t have such a good conscience, right?

"But this is a men's toilet!" It was indeed Su Rongrong.

Zhong Xiaobao told her that she was lying inside, and she was considering what men's and women's bathrooms. What is there for such a woman to be dreamt about?

"If someone inside had already made him out, so much nonsense, hurry up!"

The footsteps sounded, and Zhong Bao simply sat there leaning against the wall.

"Zhong Bao!" Su Rongrong didn't care about the dirty things, and pulled Zhong Bao and hugged his head in her arms.

Soft, shaking, shaking? Su Rongrong was not only shaking, but tears were dripping down on Zhong Bao's face.

Zhong Bao was confused. Is Su Rongrong sincere or acting?

After crying for a while, Su Rongrong wiped her tears and then began to shake Zhong Bao: "Zhong Bao, Zhong Bao..."

"Yeah!" Zhong Bao pretended to have just woken up and slowly opened his eyes: "Rongrong? Why are you here?"

"Stop talking, I'll help you out."

In the past, Zhong Bao did not have such a close-range contact with Su Rongrong, but now he has become addicted.

When the two went out, Zhong Xiaobao was gone. Su Rongrong directly helped Zhong Bao into the dormitory.

"Lying down for a while!"

"Yeah!" With the help of Su Rongrong, Zhong Bao lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

Su Rongrong sat down for a long time before calling Zhong Bao.

Zhong Bao didn't sleep at all, but he didn't agree.

Su Rongrong began to search for the desk and wardrobe. She looked for it very carefully. In the end, she seemed to have not found it and left the dormitory in disappointment.

Zhong Bao stood up and sat up, with a sneer on his face.

There were medicine jars and many medicinal materials in the laboratory. Zhong Bao then arrived there, boiled a pair of medicine for himself, and then meditated in the laboratory.

I don’t know how long it took, but a voice came from outside: “Class Zairno, I am Principal Zhong’s grandson. My name is Zhong Xiaobao. Please leave a WeChat message?”

As soon as he heard Zhong Xiaobao's voice, Zhong Bao opened his eyes. Su Rongrong was already flirting with girls, uncle! This is your good apprentice.

"I don't have WeChat."

"Aren't you kidding? Are there people nowadays...hey!"

"Bang!" It was a heavy sound of closing the door, and then Zairno's annoyed voice came from the laboratory: "I'm sick!"

"Xiao Nuo, don't be angry. He just relies on his being Principal Zhong's grandson and thinks that all girls will buy his account."

"Hmph! He hates it even more than Zhong Bao."

Damn it! I haven't turned over from her yet! It seems that I'm the one who just changes her mind.

"Zhong Bao?" Lu Yuqiu finally found Zhong Bao sitting on the ground. Zairno's face turned red when he thought of what he had just said.

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Yuqiu ran to Zhong Bao and squatted down.

"I'm fine! I just had a fight with someone and suffered a little injury."

"Little wound? Look at the blood in the corners of your mouth is not dry." Lu Yuqiu quickly took out a wet wipe and gently wiped the blood in the corners of Zhong Bao's mouth.

The two were so close that Zhong Bao almost couldn't help but kiss her.

"I'll take you to the hospital?"

"You forgot that I am a doctor? You guys are busy with yours, I'll just sit for a while."

That's it, but how could Zairno and Lu Yuqiu ignore Zhong Bao? "Where are you injured? I have a slumber here. I was injured. My dad was so anxious that he couldn't use it after buying a lot of things."

Zairno pushed the wheelchair aside and found a bottle of beating wine. "Yuqiu! You help him on the table and lie down."

Why? To apply medicinal wine to himself? Now, except for fighting with experts, Zhong Bao actually doesn’t delay walking. However, with such a good opportunity, he had to pretend shamelessly.

Lu Yuqiu held Zhong Bao's arm, and the place was soft, and it felt so comfortable to press on Zhong Bao's arm. When he arrived at the table, Zairno poured some medicinal wine on his hand and asked, "Where is the injury?"

Zhong Bao pretended to be very difficult to pull up his clothes, and a large piece of bruises appeared on his stomach.

After all, they are all from medical universities. Zairno gently put his hands on it, and before he could rub Zhong Bao, he was almost floating.

Mad! The place where the injury is high, if it is... Damn it! Where the injury is still the only one who is the descendant?

"Shameless!"

What? Zhong Bao opened his eyes and saw the boss stuck in a tent. "My sister Nuo! Is this a normal reaction? You last night..."

"You dare to say it out...I..."
Chapter completed!