Chapter 120

Although Zhou Ming picked the head of the fight, no one looked at him in the back scuffle. When I saw him throwing gasoline bottles into the crowd, something had happened and people were caught off guard.

"Zhou Ming, are you sick? It's fun to play with this kind of thing when you fight?" Luo Zihang, who was nearest to the door and was affected by a lot of gasoline, frowned and his irritable anger couldn't stop coming out.

He disdains such people who can't afford to lose and die.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhou Ming roared. His face gradually pale due to excessive blood loss became gloomy and terrible. He even spoke with gnashing teeth. "Hand over song ruye, or no one will leave today. Song ruye, come out!"

A villain who was used to intrigue and invincible tasted failure for the first time, and his ribs were broken in front of the team members. This shame is unforgettable enough to make people lose their reason.

In this case, Luo Zihang couldn't let him succeed. He frowned and said in a deep voice: "Zhou Ming, if you want to trouble him, you have to pass me first..."

Before he finished, he was patted on the shoulder, and then the boy's tall and excessively slender figure had gone around to one side, facing the crazy Zhou Ming.

"Are you looking for me?" there was no tension or panic. The young man's leisurely tone was like encountering a half familiar stranger in the street in the afternoon and being forced to chat up, lacking interest.

In silence, everyone at the scene pulled corners of their mouths, wanted to laugh and couldn't laugh. Their expression was very embarrassing.

Zhou Ming stared at him with a bloody face and was so angry that his lighters were trembling. "Song ruye! Don't pretend to be stupid. You obviously hurt people on purpose in the game this morning. I can see it very clearly."

At that time, he rushed to grab the ball. The boy clearly looked at the time, and then deliberately adjusted his action.

If he hadn't experienced it personally, even he couldn't believe that someone in the world would control the details so accurately.

For such a question, Qin Qing held his arms in his hands so that he could reply in his spare time: "so what?"

what? Zhou Ming's expression was stiff. He didn't expect that the other party didn't even have a shred of sophistry, so he directly admitted it. Then his anger rushed to his head, which made his brain dizzy. The gasoline bottle in his hand hit the ground and jumped open with a strong pungent smell.

After a while, he held his teeth, raised his lighter, and said word by word to the handsome white face: "song ruye, now I only give you two choices, one is to kneel down and beg for mercy, the other is to go with me to the teacher's office to admit your crime and return my victory!"

The former is a personal insult, while the latter is a trample on morality, which is extremely difficult for people to adapt to.

However, this dilemma did not make Qin Qing's expression show any distress. She didn't even lift her eyelids, and her cool words were not objective with sarcasm: "Your victory? Hehe, the so-called victory in your mouth is just to force your opponent back by hurting people on the court, or to plant a frame. Why, it's just to let you taste the taste of being a victim. I can't stand it?"

This is a typical thief yelling to catch a thief. The person he used to unite against is speechless. Now he has changed his identity. This person is the first to jump.

Ridiculous.

"You..." Zhou Ming was pierced through his despicable disguise and his lips trembled with anger. He simply felt a cross heart and threatened with fierce eyes: "OK, I don't talk much nonsense. Do you do it or not? If you don't do it, I'll burn Luo Zihang first."

At present, Luo Zihang has the most gasoline. Once he lights a fire, he will bear the brunt.

All the people in class 7 were nervous and subconsciously stretched out their hands to shout persuasion.

As everyone knows, the other party was afraid that the world would not be chaotic. He was so angry that he didn't pay for his life. He stabbed him again, "then you have to have the courage to light a fire."

Even the most arrogant people in the territory like Luo Zihang dare not say such words in front of Zhou Ming, who has an extreme state of mind. When he heard that, he suddenly wanted to ask whether his brother has a grudge against him.

"Do you think I dare not, do you really think I won't do it..." Zhou Ming was so excited that his veins burst up on his neck, his enlarged pupils filled with blood, and his expression was completely distorted to the extreme, "song ruye, go to hell!"

In the roar, Zhou Ming trembled and slid the ignition stone with his fingertips. The rustling noise was creepy, and then a cluster of flames burst out.

"Run!" I don't know who shouted. The people trapped in the store began to run around and run towards the rear in panic.

As soon as he turned around, Yu Guang saw the cynical teenager suddenly loosen his arms and shoot something out from his hands.

The thing that looked as thin as a piece of paper glanced past, but it accurately cut off the flame that had just been lit. Then, before Zhou Ming acted again, the young man's figure still arrived in front of him.

The man who had lost too much blood fell obliquely towards the threshold. So far, there was no movement.

Qin Qing also conveniently caught the lighter from the air. His fingers turned skillfully, and the thing disappeared in the palm of his hand like magic.

The accident happened so fast from the beginning to the end that everyone was shocked and maintained a strange posture of twisting at the same time.

Luo Zihang stretched his hand into the air and froze there directly. His sight slowly fell on the... Playing card at Zhou Ming's feet

"I said, do you still carry this with you at school?" he squeezed out such a sentence with an embarrassed expression, and felt more and more that his brother was a strange man.

"I'm used to it." Qin Qing said faintly. She didn't make it clear that playing cards were used as weapons in private training. She took out a clean handkerchief from her pocket, wiped her fingers carefully, and then threw it away. "Send it to the hospital. Don't let the school know about it."

After saying that, as if disgusted by the smell here, he walked straight out of the store door.

In the hot summer, the clean school uniforms of teenagers and the elegant and noble action of finally throwing down handkerchiefs make it almost impossible to connect the pictures of hitting people.

On the other side of countless network cables, a group of people were hit by a sentence thrown out by Qin Qing.

In the room with tens of thousands of people watching the battle, the problem of desktop was forced to stop again, but this time nobody make complaints about it.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the last sentence left by the ID named 'white clothes' in the scrolling chat bar.

"Wait a minute, fight first."

Fight... This should mean literally?

Tens of thousands of gifted students opened their eyes, studied these two words over and over, and almost turned to the Chinese dictionary.