Chapter 135: Ye Shao

The cold voice was strongly inserted into the living room, and the warm atmosphere was quickly covered with a layer of frozen frost. The teenagers twisted their necks hard and looked at the figure by the window, only to see she calmly turned a page of the book, in this silence Zhong said again, "Twenty minutes."
At this moment, everyone couldn't help hitting a shock, stood up with a bang, rushed to the base of the wall, and started to stand on both feet with their arms.
The headstand was physically exhausting. In addition, the base devil had trained one before. The teenagers planted onions on the wall one by one, and all of them turned into red-faced Guan Gong.
Song Ye got up and went to the table, took one of the papers and took a look, then said lightly: "Tomorrow the error rate will not be reduced by half, but I will still listen to the lecture upside down, and you continue.
"Oh, oh, okay." Tang smiled as Song Ye fluttered over, and fluttered back again, but the teenagers who were just laughing were completely speechless.
She continued to explain tremblingly, and there was only her voice in the entire living room, which was extremely clear. In countless days in the future, she still remembers the first tuition lesson of her life, and the students listened in the upside down. What is even more impressive is that Song Ye said that the air field was perfect and handsome.
There are also girls in this world who are not restricted by rules, live stronger than boys, and also wantonly.
In the study life day after day, for ordinary students, it is a kind of boring punishment, let alone to accept tuition.
But Tang smiled and found that although the teenagers were sweating every day, sometimes they still had injuries, but when they were tutoring, they always showed a pleasant smile, and their eyes became more resolute and energetic.
Because for them, such a real sit-down time is too little, too precious.
As the Shishi general election came to an end, the night gang quickly covered the gang of gangs under the leadership of Wang Tiechuan. By virtue of the fierce force brought down from the death fist field, the old gang of gangs who had lost the leader was like a dog for funeral, and was quickly replaced and perished. In a short period of time, Night Gang became the emperor on the dark side of Shishi.
On the other side, Song Ye, who is staying in Yuncheng, did not intend to give up this small county town. After wearing school uniforms during the day, she studied the situation of the gangs in each city and worked out a series of plans. When the night came, she would Taking the teenagers through the nests of various gangs, those who follow me and those who disobey me die.
Later, whenever gangs received news from the night gangs, almost all fled by the wind or gave way to the site to show their surrender.
On those black nights, Song Ye always liked to stand on the street corner, dressed in a black suit, stood up a high collar, and watched the chaotic slaughter on the street silently and coldly.
She likes to wrap her wrists with black bandages, hold the blade firmly in her hand, and then lead the teenagers forward.
Night gangs have always played with fewer wins, because with the battle that Song Ye joined, it became almost impossible to lose.
The girl was slender, but the blade in her hand was extremely sharp, and she mourned everywhere she went. With her hands raised and her feet raised, she felt like lightning, fast and accurate, often making people's eyes bloom, and then blood appeared.
"Ah!" The screams kept on this night, the quiet streets were like purgatory, until the end of the battle, the remaining forces abandoned the sword and surrendered, and everyone in black clothes began to cheer.
Everyone spoke in unison, all shouting one's name.
"Little night! Little night! Little night!"
Ye Shao, the slender back standing in the crowd wearing a black trench coat, holding a sharp knife in his hand, and blood under his feet, was leading them through a battle of war followed by victory.
Where she is, it means victory, it means hope. In the eyes of all the members of the Night Gang, Ye Shao has become their belief.
It rained in the night, and the rain drifted and wet everyone's hair. The blood on the street was gradually washed away, and the strong smell was dispersed, as if it was a signal of the victory of the war.
Tonight is the battle in the last province where Yuncheng connects with Shishi.
The teenagers stood blankly in the rain curtain, watching the corpse falling in front of them, and the rivers all over the ground, murmured, "From now on, the night gang is the leader of Luo Province, and Luo Province is ours. Well, we really succeeded! "The voice came to an end and became a roar.
Then everyone started yelling loudly towards the sky, laughing as they shouted, and the laughter was vented and endlessly joyful.
They finally won.
Countless nights of fighting and fighting, blood and sweat intertwined, and finally won the fruit of this victory, sweet to the throat.
"Boss, we won, we really won." One of the teenagers was so excited that he actually held Song Ye in front of him and choked his breath. After the reaction came, all the teenagers behind them were rigid on the spot.
Not to mention that my boss is a girl, it is the coldness of the abandonment arm whenever you get started. Usually, the big guys are in awe and ca n’t even think about each other, but right now ... they just want to mourn for their brothers.
When everyone thought Song Ye would not hesitate to abolish the boy ’s arm, he saw that Song Ye raised his hand, patted the boy ’s back gently, and responded. The delicate face wet by the rain was in vain. The room softened, and the beauty was shocking.
When the teenager let go, the whole person was still in a state of circle, and only 10,000 horses passed by in their hearts.
The boss actually hugged him, and he should not take a bath this year!
There are two for one. With such good benefits, why are teenagers willing to allow only one person to enjoy it, one by one, widening their eyes and begging.
At that time, Song Ye didn't show his affection. He approached the ground generously, stroking the teenagers' shoulders with one hand, and said to them, "Tough work."
It's really hard. Over the past few months, they have been almost sleepless. They followed her all the way to fight, and she also dealt with hastily, and never shouted bitterness.
Even Xu Zihang was a wound, and when Song Ye Lan went up, he could smell the smell on him. At first, when she hugged her, she noticed that the other person's body was a little stiff, and thought that he was just like himself and didn't like having physical contact with people.
But when she was about to let go, her back was embraced in vain, and the teenager's not wide palm with the hot heat, tightly held her in her arms, her neck and even the other person's breathing. Rushing hot.
"I will follow you in my life, you live me, you die me."