My actions immediately exploded the class. The group of people had no plans to leave after hearing the school ringtone. They slowly packed their schoolbags, their eyes were locked on me. Didn’t I just threaten to smell the smell of a stinky fart?

The smell of stinking made me hit my mind directly on this book. I became anxious. After cursing "nm", I rushed over with my teeth and claws.

Qin Ziqing almost subconsciously sniffed: "Don't fight."

A girl could hold a boy in anger and threw it away for Qin Ziqing.

He came just in time, and this was the effect. I was about to rush over, but I didn't know when a group of people in front of me stopped me directly. This made the people who were interested in watching the fun suddenly disappointed and secretly scolded them for meddling in other people's business.

"Don't hit Yaoyang, it's all my classmates." A person with eyes, who is the kind of absolute good student who is trying hard to stop me on weekdays. Such a person never causes trouble or is not annoying. He has a good relationship with anyone.

"Get up, don't say I'll even beat you." No matter what I said, this kid just didn't let go, but they forgot about Zhong Buchuan. The kid stepped on the table, jumped up in the air and punched the smelly fart's head, and the two quickly wrestled together.

When I saw this situation, I even tried to overtake my life.

I got depressed when I stepped on the horse. It was originally a grudge between me and Xiaoba Yin, but why did all these people come to stop me? After the clock was over, I was fighting with Xiaoba Yin very happily.

Qin Ziqing rushed in left and right, finally came to me, hugging my waist tightly: "Stop trying, I can't hold you."

I stopped rushing forward in an instant and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, can you stop fighting?"

"I don't believe it, you and I leave the class." Qin Ziqing pushed me out like this.

However, a stool hit me. I raised my arm to block it, and it hit me steadily and ruthlessly, and smashed the people around me. I saw that my buddy Zhong Buchuan asked Tang Wen to fuck him, and was stopped by a group of people. This is a trash thing...

Originally, this matter was about to be over, and his stool was obviously provoking me. Made, it was unbearable. Your uncle can tolerate your aunt, and you can't do it.

I pouted so hard and went there again. Qin Ziqing pouted, which made her pout and said dissatisfiedly: "What, you guys!"

Tang Wen and I only had a round fight, so Chen Hui kicked us away one by one. Then he pushed me back two steps: "What are the students in my class fighting? It's a joke if you say it. If you two have the ability, you can do other classes. What's the matter with the internal strife in your class?"

I usually play with Chen Hui. I listened to what he said, but I don’t listen to Zhong Buchuan.

"What are you doing? Do you really think you are the boss of our class?" Zhong Buchuan rushed over from behind, raised his hand and punched him, and asked me to stop him. He looked at me in confusion: "Yaoyang, why are you stopping me?"

"Forget it." I shook my head at him: "Stop hitting, go."

Why didn't I beat him? Because I saw Qin Ziqing covering her wrist, holding the table in pain, running over and asking, "What's wrong?"

"Hmph! You fight, no one cares about you." Qin Ziqing got angry, holding her schoolbag in her right hand, and walked away in pain.

"Oh." I chased after me.

Zhong Buchuan looked around and chased after him.

Zhong Buchuan and I were like children who did something wrong. The bird quietly followed Qin Ziqing, and she kept rubbing her wrists, with a painful expression.

Zhong Buchuan whispered: "Xiao Yaoyang, did you just put a stick on her wrist?"

I recalled it carefully and it seemed to be true: "I warn you, please remove the small one in front of my name! My special code is not small, and it is bigger than you."

"Get out, your parents, your godfather and godmother call you that, Xiao Yaoyang!"

I was not in the mood to quarrel with him, and looked at Qin Ziqing in a tangled manner and told me rationally that as a boy, I should apologize to her, and tell me face that I must not say anything about apologizing.

Qin Ziqing's idea in front is quite simple. Since I have stuck her wrist, wouldn't she even say something about apologizing?

In this way, we walked silently all the way with our own thoughts. Zhong Buchuan patted my shoulder: "Xiao Yaoyang, I'm back home."

Let's have a walk, this light bulb is about to leave long ago: "No."

Zhong Buchuan blinked ambiguously at me and then left in a naughty way.

I thought that after the Zhong was not passed away, Qin Ziqing and I could say something conveniently, but in fact it was even more embarrassing. There was no one to talk to me. I tried to find topics many times on the way, but there was no suitable topic, so I had to give up.

With a bang, Qin Ziqing suddenly stopped, causing me to hit her directly, staggering her, frowned and took a few steps back: "You don't have eyes when you walk."

"Ah." I'm sorry, but I couldn't say it out of my mouth. It has something to do with my character since I was a child. My father beat me like that, but I never said a word I was wrong. I remember the most cruel time. The broom beat me, and I didn't say anything sorry. My father beat me in a way, and it seemed to be quite cruel. In fact, it was just that. As parents beat my children, they felt more distressed than themselves.

"Zhang Yaoyang, you even... forget it, I'm home, don't follow me anymore, it's not good for my parents to see it." Qin Ziqing originally wanted to say you wouldn't even say a word of sorry, but when she saw me stunned and had no intention of saying anything, she simply held it back and turned home disappointed.

And I stared at his back in a daze for a while, then did a very stingy behavior, and I called her: "Qin Ziqing."

Qin Ziqing turned around, as if waiting for me to say something.

After swallowing, I asked loudly, "Am I powerful today?"

Qin Ziqing thought I was going to say sorry to her, but I was speechless at that time. After raising the word "childish" and never looked back.

Am I childish? I have been asking myself this way along the way.

I returned to the home that I really want to escape. Oh, when will I grow up, so I don’t have to "beaten" in their hands, and don’t have to let them care about it. When can I live freely? At that time, I always hoped that I would grow up quickly and support a blue sky. But when I really grew up, I realized that having the support of my parents in childhood is the happiest thing.
Chapter completed!