Song Baojun took a sip of cigarettes, stomped his ribs again, and said breathlessly: "I have seen many people, including Sanda champions, judo masters, gangster swordsmen, and weight boxing champions. They all licked the mud on the soles of my shoes without exception. You, Dong Changhe, a little bastard who plays baseball, what are you!"

White foam mixed with blood flowed out of Dong Changhe's nose and mouth. All his courage and self-esteem were completely kicked apart. He barely grabbed his shoes and said hard: "Please don't hit me, I, I was wrong..."

Even if students who are pampered and have the ability, they often only get used to walking with the wind. Once they encounter adversity, they will soon be hit by setbacks and lose themselves, and then lose themselves. This is exactly the case with Dong Changhe in front of them.

Several of Long Ya's accomplices were blind. This, this, this is too perverted!

Song Baojun threw Dong Changhe down, grabbed Xi Caiwei's hair and leaned back hard. He glanced up and down at her delicate face with his gloomy eyes, and smiled and said, "Biaozi."

Xi Caiwei's face was so panicked that her originally delicate face was distorted and ugly, and she exclaimed: "No, no, no, no!"

Song Baojun let go of his hand and laughed, stepped on Dong Changhe's face, and said lightly in a seemingly negotiable tone: "Student Xi Caiwei, my shoes are a little dirty. Can you wipe them?"

Rough, rude, tough, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant... Sure enough, this is the true nature of a violent personality! The true nature of an unscrupulous personality!

"Ah?" Xi Caiwei was finally scared to tears, and two huge tears rolled out from her eyes.

"I'm very busy, I'll only give you ten seconds." Song Baojun's heel twisted hard on his face, and Dong Changhe moaned again.

Xi Caiwei had no room for thinking. She took out the tissue she had wrapped and knelt on the ground halfway, shook and wiped the leather shoes that were stepping on her boyfriend's face. Halfway through, she couldn't help but thrust, and tears dripped on the upper one after another.

The remaining Long Ya's hands and feet were cold and unable to move, and his sighing snot rushed down into his mouth.

Seeing this, the man in black under the camphor tree asked in a low voice: "Young Master, do you want to help?"

The handsome man shook his head: "No, I like that boy's temper. You have to take a hand and check his background."

"yes."

The whole scene gradually changed from lively to quiet, and everyone was shocked by the cruel means of the protagonist in the field to attack the enemy one after another.

Song Baojun shouted: "Dear students, brothers and sisters, and audience friends, these two dogs and men borrowed 500 yuan to watch the movie and check in. Not only did they not pay back the money, they also wanted to attack me. Such bad behavior is tolerate shit and pee!"

It is still a balancing personality that plays a role in balancing it. In short, take over the great name first.

After saying this, I felt that my heart was beating faster and faster, my breathing became heavier and heavier, my whole body was numb and weak, my cell memory and adrenaline were rapidly fading, and mysteries were not enough to support the continued integration of violent personality.

I was shocked and I had to say harsh words and leave. I wanted to take the opportunity to teach Long Ya a lesson, so I could only keep it for future plans. But looking at his appearance, I was afraid I was very scared.

Xie Qilu and others did not dare to say anything at all. Two members of the tennis association who had conflicts with Dong Changhe took the opportunity to create public opinion.

The crowd's discussion sounded again: "It turns out that they are not paying off their debts, and those two men and women are not good things either."

"I borrowed someone's money and wanted to hit someone, but it's really cheap."

"I know that man, Dong Changhe from the School of Mechanical Engineering, has always bullied people with power, and now he deserves to be beaten!"

Xi Caiwei was so angry that her face turned pale and miserable, and she whispered: "Isn't it just five hundred yuan? I'll give it to you."

Song Baojun clamped the cigarette butt with his fingers, spit out a light smoke ring, and said condescendingly: "Five hundred? I heard it right, is it only five hundred? I was beaten by your boyfriend and suffered serious physical trauma. I have to go to the hospital for CT scan, color ultrasound, B-ultrasound, MRI, blood test, gastroscopy, and hospitalization, needle drip, oxygen delivery, and then get dozens of boxes of Chinese medicine, Western medicine, dog skin plaster, as well as nursing expenses, nutrition expenses, loss of work, mental loss expenses..."

"Then, how much do you want?" Xi Caiwei was stunned and even forgot to cry.

"At least two thousand, I will take the money to wait for me in the classroom tomorrow, otherwise I will meet you two dogs, men and women who will fight each other once!" Song Baojun said harsh words and walked out quickly.

The crowd retreated one after another to make way. The look of looking at him was contempt and disdainful, but more envious and scared, just like looking at a long-famous gangster brother.

…******…

In fact, I was almost unable to hold on when I walked out of the cinema gate. But if the situation was critical, if Longya's accomplices didn't give up and followed behind, I was afraid that the situation would change again when I saw my appearance, that would be the most deadly.

Therefore, he did not dare to stop, so he forced himself to walk to a place with a large number of food stalls, so he took off his white shirt and held it in his hand, turning into a street gangster strolling around with bare hands, no longer attracting attention. Finally, he boarded the No. 5 bus to the Chinese dormitory building area and returned to the dormitory safely.

Song Baojun was lying on the bed with all his strength, almost turning into a dead dog, panting heavily, and layers of sweat continued to emerge from all over his body and limbs.

Tan Qingkai was still fighting in front of the computer and asked in surprise: "Hey, are you going to do academic exchanges in calligraphy or marching ten kilometers with loads?"

Song Baojun lay on the upper bunk and waved his hand, indicating that he was unwilling to answer.

Tan Qingkai pressed the keyboard quickly with his fingers, and the sound was dripping, as if he was playing the piano. He asked again: "Where are the phone numbers of five or six beautiful girls? Have you asked me for it?"

Seeing that Song Baojun had not spoken, Tan Qingkai had to say in disappointment: "Okay, I see, you are not going to communicate with girls at all. Can academic discussions be so tired? Don't wear my roamer's high-end leather shoes."
Chapter completed!