Chapter 024 I'm just telling a fact

On the weekend, I felt sorry for Morrison because he was a fake boyfriend, so when he saw the other party ignoring him on the weekend and heard that he was a clown, he put up with it, but when he heard Moullivan say that Kang Yin did not welcome him, he was a little unhappy on the weekend.

"Who are you? Kang Yinhuan doesn't welcome me. Do you have the final say?" On the weekend, he no longer resisted Yan Qingcai holding his hand, and he didn't feel anything wrong with Yan Qingcai leaning in his arms. On the contrary, he felt very happy, even better than being instructed by those students before.

"You..." Moullivan was speechless by a weekend sentence. Yes, although he is the president of the student union, to be honest, he really doesn't have the right not to stay at school on weekends.

Morevan still has some energy in Kangyin, otherwise, he would not have become the president of the student union.

Seeing that Morwin suffered the hidden loss of the weekend, more than 20 people suddenly poured up from the crowd and surrounded the weekend intentionally or unintentionally. These people either wear sportswear or taekwondo uniforms, and they can be seen at a glance that they are hot-blooded.

With these more than 20 people supporting the stage, Morvin's confidence is also sufficient. Although he usually maintains the image of a modest gentleman, it is just a disguise. In fact, he is a person who likes to speak by force, which can be seen from his usual contact with the basketball club and taekwondo club.

"Ky, to tell you the truth, I like Yan Qingcai!" When Moliwen raised his head, he was used to holding his chest with his hands, just like Yao Ming was not as tall as him. "I don't care what your relationship with Yan Qingcai is now, and I'm too lazy to investigate. Leave him now, and I promise you won't have anything!"

"What if I don't leave?" Ask back on the weekend.

"You will leave!" Moullivan's words were a signal. As soon as the words were spoken, the more than 20 students who surrounded the weekend approached the weekend. Several taekwondo clubs even clenched their fists and clicked as they walked.

"Mollie, you son of a bitch, that's too much!" Yan Qingcai was anxious. She, who was usually weak, not only burst thick at this time, but even opened her arms to protect her before the weekend.

When he opened his arms, the swelling on Yan Qingcai's chest was clearly seen by Moliwen. The fullness left a deep impression on Molivan's heart, and he made more determined to take down Yan Qingcai.

Pretending not to hear Yan Qingcai's words, Morleyman stared at the weekend and said, "Kid, why don't you get out of here?"

He glanced at more than 20 of Morvan's companions around him and looked calm on weekends. He had to say that these people felt too good about themselves. They thought that they could be bullish after learning a little taekwondo and pouring a few baskets, especially Moullivan, who raised his eyes high when he spoke, and had a posture that only superiors.

Isn't he the president of the student union?

He didn't take a step back on the weekend. He stood behind Yan Qingcai, put his hands in his pockets, and said lukewarmly, "I admit that I yearned for Kangyin when I was a child. I also believe that even now, countless senior high school students dream of college is Kangyin, but it's better to meet than to be famous. This Kangcheng Conservatory of Music is just like this!" While saying this, he even shook his head with a bitter smile, "Sincerely, I not only haven't been admitted to college, but I haven't even finished high school. Today, I was lucky enough to come to Kangyin to pay tribute to the demeanor of the university. Unexpectedly, what I saw was that Kangyin students cursed their mother, and even planned to beat up friends from other schools. Is it famous? Is Kangyin outside a concentration camp for hooligans in the production area? Ha ha!"

There was no name on the weekend, but he could tell it. He not only scolded Molevin, but also scolded the more than 20 people surrounding him, but also the more than 100 onlookers around him, and even the whole Kangyin.

For a while, almost the whole audience was in an uproar! Moreover, what I told on the weekend is the truth. Kangyin threatened an outsider and asked people to get out of school. Isn't this a slap in their own face?

He paused over the weekend and said, "Of course, there are all kinds of birds in the forest. Kangyin is a big forest. In my opinion, it's really not a good bird!"

As soon as this came out, the whole audience, which had been in an uproar, also did not name names on the weekend, but finally put aside those who were not involved in this matter.

Dealing with people is like coaxing children. If you slap them, you have to stuff a candy to coax them.

Those who did not participate in Moullivan's siege of the weekend invisibly got the weekend candy, so they not only did not be annoyed that they scolded them indirectly before the weekend, but also agreed with the weekend. Several people who have some energy at school, and people who usually don't have a good relationship with Morwin even take the lead in applauding.

As the president of the student union, Moullivan has some talent for judging the situation. Otherwise, he will not be able to sit firmly in the presidency for two years without being shaken.

He admitted that he was so angry that his tone of voice was so extreme that he took advantage of the weekend and reasoned. However, he has just said that it is already a difficult situation to stop. In order to step down, he can only go to extremes.

"I admit that what I just said is a little too much. I apologize to you!" Moliwen bypassed the weekend standing on morality and said, "But then again, you really don't deserve to compete with me! You can not get out of Kangyin, but please don't pester Yan Qingcai in the future. You are not suitable.

"Ha ha!" I really want to be rude on the weekend. Your mother, who are you? Just say that I'm not suitable with her? The girl didn't say anything. Why are you so poor? Just because you got into college, because your family's conditions are better than mine? Get out*.

"I don't know that your sense of superiority is based on your rich generations or official parents." On the weekend, he lazily took out the remaining half of the cigarette in the morning and spit out smoke in the direction of Morvin. He said lightly, "But one thing I can be sure that you are *!"

"Fuck..." I didn't expect to swear on the weekend, and there were swear words decorated with such a pile of words. Yan Qingcai couldn't help laughing for a moment.

"You scolded me?" Moullivan almost vomited blood.

"I'm not scolding you, I'm just telling a fact!" The weekend was still serious, as if he was facing the final exam when he went to school. He said, "It turns out that you are really * and a big *!"

"Haha...haha..." Yan Qingcai, who had been holding back, finally laughed, "How can you scold people like this... Haha... It's so funny... Haha..."

"Your mother!"

The couple scolded me together and sang together. Is there such a bullying?

No matter how much Mo Liwen could bear it, he also walked away. He didn't care about greeting the people under him. He rushed to the weekend with an arrow, and even had the impulse to punch Yan Qingcai in front of the weekend.

"Hey hey!" On the weekend, when he saw the other party rushing up, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a very handsome range, and even several onlookers were a little crazy.

However, the next second, the nymphomaniac turns into sympathy.

Moven is one of the top 20 masters of Kangyin Taekwondo Society. The sports special enrollment that bullied freshmen are all knocked down with one punch. Although he is not short on the weekend, his thin and small body is really heart-wratic.

While the corners of his mouth rose, he stepped forward on the weekend. As soon as he stood in front of Yan Qingcai, who was already dumbfounded, Morvin's fist hit him.

With a high reputation, not to mention Morivan's straight fist attack, both in strength and speed, has something to praise. As soon as he blocked Yan Qingcai, he was punched in the chest on the weekend.

As if he had been hit by a big stone, he roared on the weekend and retreated half a step because of his unstable standing. He almost bumped into Yan Qingcai. Yan Qingcai's face turned pale and desperately shouted for Morvin to stop.

One punch made his body stagger on the weekend. Morvin was excited, or his self-confidence expanded. Despite Yan Qingcai's shouting, he gritted his teeth and punched the nose on the weekend. He was going to collapse the bridge of his nose on the weekend.

As for whether he will be infraided if he is injured on the weekend, Morwin is afraid of Mao. At worst, he will throw a few more money. The most important thing is that he can get back the scene.

So, Moullivan's second punch was full.

He is often tested in the taekwondo club. He can break the bricks with one punch. You can imagine the consequences of being hit by this punch on the bridge of his nose on the weekend.

He was hit by Morvan's first punch and took half a step back on the weekend. At the same time, his body also staggered back, becoming an awkward posture with his upper body up, and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing Moullivan's second punch, he simply gritted his teeth and rolled directly to the ground on the weekend when he wanted to stand up straight.

The ground is full of terrazzo, hard, and it fell down so stiffly. Although I was prepared in advance, I also felt an unbearable pain sweeping my whole body on the weekend. Of course, this pain can be said to be a blessing in misfortune compared with the consequences of Morrison's punching the bridge of his nose.

Moven punched half a step back on the weekend, and another punch forced the weekend to fall to the ground. Although it was only done in the blink of an eye, everyone saw it clearly and sweated coldly for the weekend. Yan Qingcai was so anxious that she burst into tears, and the pear blossoms were raining.

Two punches knocked the weekend to the ground. He felt that Morvan, who had recovered from the field, accepted it. While accepting the exaggerated words of his companions, he glanced coldly at the weekend that fell to the ground and said, "It's not that I deliberately look down on you, but that you really don't deserve to be with Yan Qingcai!"

"You'd better maintain this big* sense of superiority all the time!" The weekend didn't make Morwin proud for long. While lying on his side, he casually grabbed a pebble a little bigger than his fist on the ground. While talking, he suddenly got up and raised the pebble in his hand and hit Morleyven.

Move's eyes were sharp, and he found that he was holding a pebble in his hand on the weekend. He was panicked and had no need to lose face. He turned around and was about to run away.

However, the two were too close to each other. Although Molevin tried his best to escape, as soon as he turned around, there was a dull pain in his back.

While the pebble hit Morvin's back, he raised his feet on the weekend and put it neatly on Molev's waist. The latter put a dog-eating action and fell firmly to the ground, and his face had a deep and intimate contact with the earth.

If the mountain doesn't turn the water, the water doesn't turn by itself!

Morwin, who was still arrogant the first second, changed to eating shit on the ground in the blink of an eye, which made many people who couldn't turn their brains have not reacted for a long time.

When the more than 20 Mollish people woke up, it was too late. On the weekend, when they were not paying attention, they had already squatted in front of Morvan. He held the pebbles in one hand and the hair on the back of Morvan's head in the other.

"Brother Wen..." More than 20 people exclaimed together, full of momentum, but obviously there was no confidence.

On the weekend, he spit out the long-extinged cigarette butt on the ground, licked his dry lips, and said half jokingly, "More than 20 of you, the tall men of the basketball club and the fighting masters of the taekwondo club, if you don't want the big * in my hand to be opened by pebbles, roll them all to the school gate now. Maybe when I'm happy, I'm really soft-handed. But, listen to me clearly. I'm talking about rolling on the ground, not asking you to crawl on four feet like dogs!"