"You tm-what are you!"

Pei Ye's condescending and strong posture aroused one of them's rebellious psychology.

The insulted anger instantly overshadowed the fear of the unknown and violence.

"I want to kill you, but I don't know why you die."

He threw the thing to the ground almost like crazy, gritting his teeth, and his cheeks tightened with the force.

"You tm is just a thing at school. If you leave the school, what kind of garbage you are!"

His outburst caused the other three to turn pale.

Even though I agreed with him in my heart, I still chose to block him in my actions that were useless.

"Don't irritate him, he's obviously crazy now. Be careful that he will do whatever he wants... we'll be done..."

Although I felt that their behavior towards "Xiao Cang" was not considered a crime, I was afraid that it would be in case.

The guy in front of me who beats people and smashes glass is obviously a terrorist and violent person. The most urgent thing is to ensure his safety.

"Crazy? I see he is very clear-headed!"

My companions obviously don't eat this set.

He has never suffered such grievances since he was a child and was humiliated like a grandson.

"If you make a big deal, you will make a big deal. I'm so fond of a graduation certificate!"

The other three people had a slightly different expression on their faces and they all started to curse in their hearts.

This bad pen is a rich second generation. He has been playing with luxury cars and women since high school. Even if he doesn't have a college degree, he doesn't have to worry about not finding a job after leaving society, and he doesn't have to worry about not having an income. But the three of them don't have the confidence to say such ruthless words. No matter how the Internet promotes "the useless theory of studying" and "no matter how high the education is, it is a bad pen for junior high school/high school dropout" - people who say that academic qualifications are not important are often those who do not lack education, fool and don't like to study, and have no academic qualifications - whoever believes will really make a bad pen.

The rich second generation has no worries about education. If the three of them do not have them, they will lose more than half of them in the second half of their lives.

"Get out of here, don't stop!"

He angrily shook away the dissuasion person.

He stood up and cursed at Pei Ye, spitting everywhere.

"...You have some skills. If you really have the ability, you will kill me. If you don't do anything, you will be my grandson who fuck you! "

Pei Ye's expression became completely cold.

Her tolerance for "minors" also has a bottom line.

So I started.

He grabbed the man's neck expressionlessly and lifted him up. His seemingly unsolicited arms were as unshakable as copper and iron cast.

Under the horrified eyes of the other three, the man was raised high, his straight toes stomped down but could not reach the ground.

"Boy, you are the first person to dare to talk to me like this, and your courage is commendable." Pei Ye said and laughed, but every word was terrifying. "If you believe it or not, I will strangle you to death now, save you, and then throw you down the student apartment building, make your body fall into a bloody and hang your life - I have no other advantages, but the thorns of disobedient education are first-class."

The man's movement of pushing his feet on the ground was getting smaller in a little bit, and the strength of his struggling hands gradually weakened.

The eye sockets are congested, the eyeballs are protruding, and the tongue is spit out of the mouth uncontrollably...

This terrifying scene hit the eyes of the other three people.

At this moment, Pei Ye loosened his right hand and threw the person on the ground like a garbage dump.

The man's body fell to the ground with weak body, and fresh air rushed in from his nose and mouth.

He lay on the ground like a birth, coughing violently, and the feeling of dying remained in his body, and he didn't even care about the bloody holes on his knees being cut by the glass residue on the ground. His mind was completely calmed down, and his anger was completely overwhelmed by fear.

"Review, do you write it, or don't write it?"

Kick the pen and paper that had just been kicked away back to the four of them.

A plain and unresponsive sentence fell into the ears of four frightened students, and it was like the King of Hell who asked for his life.

One of them was almost taken away by the King of Hell.

Even if I feel very angry, I know what the outcome will be if I further anger the "murderer" in front of me.

"Write! Write it!"

His right hand trembledly picked up the paper and pen.

The tip of the pen falls on the paper, and every stroke is waving, which is not as good as a child’s writing.

The other three people were afraid of being one step slower than him, so they lay on the balcony full of glass fragments, and their fingers began to write "review".

Pei Ye pulled over the chair, sat down, and took out a pack of fine cigarettes he bought from his pocket in the supermarket.

Pull out one and hold it at your mouth, and light the lighter.

Spit out the smoke rings, and she looked at the four obedient "minors" through the smoke, slightly satisfied.

The Seventh Legion's consistent tradition—

A filial son appears under the stick.

Only by being harsh during training can one live long on the battlefield.

The soldiers who entered the Seventh Legion, except for civil servants, were all rough and thick-skinned and resistant to falling, and Pei Ye was also responsible for his actions.

No matter how disobedient the thorns are, you will learn to be obedient after "hardening" several times.

Half an hour later, the four of them finally finished writing the "review".

After writing, my hands trembled and handed over the "review".

What he did to "Xiao Cang" was listed one by one in sequence.

Pei Ye took over the "review" and asked as usual before reading.

"Are you sure, you finished it all?"

This is the disadvantage of not having a vest memory. Some information can only be trapped by yourself, and you have to be careful of the intelligence target.

In order to increase the details of the information and reduce the risk of losing the vest, they must not put psychological pressure on them.

"I've finished writing..."

"Xiao Cang" almost killed someone in front of him, and was still unlucky to urge the rich second generation to leave purple finger marks on their necks, which all showed that "he" was playing the real thing. In this case, who dares to hide it and be lucky? He is still afraid that he would not write in detail enough.

Pei Ye held a cigarette in his mouth and said vaguely: "Okay, I'll check it."

She looked at it at a glance.

From this "review", more fragments of the image of "Xiao Cang" were also collected.

"Xiao Cang" has just entered university and has a very bad image. To put it simply, it is "earth" and "earthy".

The clothes are big and not fit, the T-shirt is so deformed that the hem is one high and one low, and you can tell at a glance that it is a inferior street stall, with messy hair, and the legs on the nose are still wrapped with transparent tape, and you will shrink your shoulders and lower your head, which is gloomy and not pleasing.

The suitcase he brought over was still the same as ten years ago, and the zipper head was broken.

The wardrobe is stuffed with stuff and is bulging.

Half of them are second-hand books, and half of them are his clothes.

The other roommates are not as wealthy as a second-generation rich, but they are also middle-class or well-off. The clothes and bedding prepared by their parents are the latest, and the brands are all the brands that are called out on the market, ranging from three to five hundred per piece to thousands.

During the military training period, I also found that "Xiao Cang"'s underwear was actually torn and the birds were exposed.

They could not imagine that there was a poor person like "Xiao Cang" in the world.

These "joking" and "joking" hit "Xiao Cang" in the face.

When chatting with other classmates, I also used it as a joke, and "Xiao Cang" was so overwhelmed by public opinion and strange eyes that he couldn't raise his head.

Some people joked sourly.

"Xiao Cang" is poor, but his face and figure are really useless, and his capital is proud.
Chapter completed!