Chapter 392 My Own Brother

The fat monitor took the platinum membership card in his hand and casually asked, "My buddy is also from the Qinglong City Fair."

Yin Dao nodded and said, "I'm from Juxian Pavilion. I heard that there are a lot of people in our school in Qinglong City."

Before the fat monitor could reply, the other students in the class shouted, "Many, why not many? The vice president of the student union is the head of an elite regiment in Juxian Pavilion. There are also many freshmen in the Guangming camp, but the distribution is not very evenly. There are four main cities and eight intermediate cities, but At least eight of the ten students in the junior and seniors are all members of Qinglong City.

"The vice president of the student union is the head of an elite group in Juxian Pavilion. He is very awesome. The students in their junior and seniors basically hang out with him."

"In addition to those rich young masters in the school, it is this student president. It has the final say. If there is anything in the school, as long as it is a player of Qinglong City, please find the student union. It's very useful."

"I heard that when Zuo Yu ran for the vice president of the student union last year, many brothers in Qinglong City helped him canvass for votes."

Hearing this, Yin Dao was even more surprised: "The head of the Juxian Pavilion Elite Group is actually the vice president of the Student Union of Jinghua University."

"Yes, I didn't expect that the revolver, the leader of the elite group, his elite group, is in charge of more than 7,000 people, and it is also a master of level 71."

"I didn't expect it to be a revolver." The hidden knife laughed.

"Ye Xing, you know a revolver."

"No, you know the revolver in the game."

As soon as I heard that Yin Dao knew the students in the revolver class, they immediately gathered around.

"Brother, what's your name in the game? Which pedun?"

"It's our big brother who knows each other in the game. You must also be from Juxian Pavilion." The two players of Juxian Pavilion around Yin Dao looked particularly excited.

"I'm also from Juxian Pavilion, and I have some friendship with the wheel pistol."

Wow...

The students in the class are very envious.

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Looking at the time, Yin Dao said hello to his classmates and walked towards the finance department.

As soon as I walked to the floor of the finance department, I saw that the corridor was full of people. The hidden knife frowned, and the quarrel came from the bald monk.

The hidden knife quickly walked towards the crowd.

"Kid, I'm telling you, even if the student union comes, you can't run away today. If you dare to block the door and send flowers to our sister-in-law, you are alive."

"Li Wei, it's almost enough. This is the school, not your underworld gathering place." A tall boy stood opposite the bald monk, squeezed a hidden knife in the crowd, observed and felt that the man was a little familiar.

"Who are you, tmd? Dare to mind my own business." Li Wei was very unhappy. After school today, he wanted to pick up the boss and sister-in-law and discuss the matter of guarding the city at night. Who would have thought that as soon as they went up to the third floor, they saw a boy talking to Xiao Ning with flowers in his hand, and his sister-in-law's expression was a little impatient.

Li Wei's nickname is bald-headed evil young master. It can be imagined that he is usually also a bad-tempered person. When he went up, he beat the boy. When the person who was with the boy saw that the other party was bald Li Wei, he knew that the matter was not easy to solve, so he immediately found the student union.

The vice president of the student union, heard that the bald young man beat people in the school and immediately rushed over. It was reported that it was only a few days before the beginning of school. About the bald monk, three fights have been found. In Zuo Yu's eyes, these rich dung bets are the kind of troublemaker. The relationship between family members is rampant in school, and they like to bully people.

"My name is Zuo Yu, the vice president of the student union. If you continue to make trouble, I will run to the headmaster. No matter how big your background is, the headmaster's temper will not tolerate you."

"The president of the student union is awesome. Don't scare me with the principal. This bastard dares to pester my sister-in-law, that is, he won't give me face." The bald monk's temper is also stunned. No one can stop him. Lemon tea is also very headache beside him. The bald monk has a group of people. Except for the hidden knife talking, he really hasn't heard of anyone they are afraid of.

"Big boss, we're coming."

"Damn it, who dares to trouble our regiment leader?"

At this time, behind Zuo Yu, a large group of students suddenly came and directly surrounded a group of bald monks.

The hidden knife was squeezed outside and smiled bitterly. Hearing the name of the group of people, I was sure in my heart that the big man in front of me was a revolver.

"Don't make trouble. Go online quickly. Today, let's gather in the fairy pavilion to guard the city. I'll go online as soon as I finish dealing with the matter." The dboy in front of him is a famous villain in the capital. Zuo Yu was afraid of the impulse of his brother behind him and stopped the people behind him.

"Ah, what's going on?" The bald monk and lemon tea were stunned at the same time and asked incredibly, "You are all brothers of Juxian Pavilion."

When the bald monk asked, the originally aggressive group of people was also stunned, especially the revolver. Looking at the bald monk's appearance, a vague shadow appeared in his heart.

"Bbald Li Wei, bald monk." The revolver stared at Li Wei uncertainly.

"You are a revolver." The bald monk also suddenly recognized the revolver.

"Damn it, it's a bald monk."

"Damn it, it's a revolver."

The people on both sides were stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed. A group of people hugged each other.

"Damn it, the water rushed to the Dragon King Temple and we fought with ourselves."

"Oh, brother, I'm sorry, I was impulsive just now."

The situation suddenly reversed. Originally, the two groups of people who drew their swords and drew their swordsmanships instantly became good brothers. The crowd around them was even more surprised and still puzzled: "What a harmonious scene."

The revolver put his arm on the shoulder of the bald monk and whispered, "Why did the person who sent flowers provoke you? He was so cruel."

The bald monk pointed to lemon tea and whispered, "This is my sister-in-law. This boy dares to pester our sister-in-law, and I can't beat him."

"My sister-in-law." Stunze, the revolver did not react for a moment.

"My sister-in-law, who do you think is our eldest brother?" The revolver's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Who do you think our eldest brother is?" The bald monk asked rhetorically.

"Damn it, you son of a bitch, how dare you pester my sister-in-law." The revolver turned around and kicked the boy to the ground, and then nodded and bowed the lemon tea with a smile.

"Sister-in-law, there will be a game later. Don't shoot five ice arrows on me."

A farce ended, and the crowd on both sides also dispersed.

"Where's the boss? Where's the boss? Does the boss also come to our school? My sister-in-law must also come to our school." The revolver turned around expectantly, and a familiar figure in the corridor came towards them.