Chapter 9: Provocative

When Joe Fei saw it, he knew it and asked: "Gao Dazhi, what's wrong with you, who made you so angry?"
Gao Dazhi took a look at Qiao Fei. The two met each other, but there was not much overlap. However, Gao Dazhi always disliked Joe Fei, and felt that there was a gloom between his gestures. (8) (1) 』 文 文 网 Ww┡W. 81.Zw. COM
"Turn off your ass!" Gao Dazhi said with no anger.
In the eyes of Qiao Fei, he passed a trace of anger and said to himself: "I saw an article today and felt it necessary to tell you."
"What article."
"Pengcheng Forum said that Ye Hao was chasing Tang Yan, I know that you have been pursuing Ye Dang, so I will tell you that some people look at people and animals harmlessly. If they do not take precautions, they will make a big mistake. "Jiao Fei said something."
Gao Dazhi said: "What do you mean?"
Joe Fei smiled and said, "You know what I mean."
"Do you want me to deal with Don Juan?"
"How, fear? He is now useless. Are you still afraid of him?" Joe Fei said.
"Who said that he was afraid, he counted an egg, and Laozi pinned him in minutes." Gao Dazhi retorted, but could not help but recall the scene on the roof, he fell a dog to eat, Ye Haodang was unclear and lost. He has never figured out the strength of Tang Yan. Is he playing pigs and eating tigers?
"You and Tang Hao have been in the same class for more than two years. Can he fight?" Gao Dazhi asked.
Joe Fei is like a big joke, and Junjun can't help but laugh: "Haha, can he play? Are you kidding? He is a nerd with no hands."
Gao Dazhi seems to have some enlightenment. If Tang Yan is really able to fight, then half a year ago, he will not be hit by his head and become a waste. It seems that today he is too big to be the other person’s Tao.
"Gao Dazhi, Tang Yin is sinister, if you hesitate again, Ye Hao will really become his person." Qiao Fei said with anger.
"Dream!" Gao Dazhi snarled, and he struggled to pursue Ye Hao. When he had been in the past two years, he had no results. He had always regarded Ye Xie as his own in his subconscious mind and tolerated others.
"Joe Fei, do you want me to deal with Tang Yan for you?" Gao Dazhi sighed and said coldly.
Although Gao Dazhi is a big man, he is not an idiot. Whatever Qiao Fei’s idea is clear.
Qiao Fei sneered and said: "I care about you."
"Hey, I don't have such a close relationship with you. But I have heard that Tang Yan's performance has always been a crush on you. Although your squad leader is a family, he is not as good as Tang Yan, and even the poetry of the party is different from Tang Yan. You are not jealous?"
"What's the good thing about this?" Joe said.
Gao Dazhi laughed happily: "It doesn't mean to lie in front of me. I won't tear you down. Besides... It happened that Tang Hao was attacked half a year ago. Oh, I don't think it's that simple. It won't be your command?"
Qiao Fei’s face suddenly changed, just like being sneaked into a secret, and he couldn’t wait to deny:
Things can be eaten indiscriminately, and words can’t be said.

Gao Dazhi shrugged and said: "Is it right if you have a fart relationship with me? Anyway, I will make Tang Hao look good this time."
"I heard that you know some gangsters outside the school." Qiao Fei said thoughtfully.
Gao Dazhi sneered and said nothing.
Tang Hao returned to the classroom. The classmates in the class were already looking at his eyes. He had only a bitter smile and continued to study and practice.
He is very interested in the acupoints taught by Zen Zenzi, but he knows nothing about the various acupoints of the body.
Tianzenzi gave him a one-on-one explanation for his temperament. He studied very quickly, and the position and function of each acupoint are in mind.
In the future, even if you face someone who is better than yourself, you can be invincible if you have a skill. However, his infuriating spirit is not enough. He can only let his opponent lose his ability to move for five minutes. According to Tianzenzi’s point of acupuncture, if he is trained to the peak, he can almost always give life to people, and he can’t move.
When Tang Zhen thought about it, he would be fascinated.
"Kids, this acupoint is only a small skill, and our practitioner's body-building method is really powerful. If you don't touch your opponent, you can make the opponent move." Tianzenzi said with a sneer.
Tang Yan was full of heart and said: "When can I learn the body?"
"Three products of refining."
Tang Hao clenched his teeth and must reach the three products of refining as soon as possible. This seems to be a watershed. To learn the spells, you must refine the three products, but you must refine the life and extend the life of the grandfather to refine the three products. Tang Yan feels his own. Time is really too tight.
The school bell rang, everyone went back home with a schoolbag, and Feng Yong said to him around Tang Yi.
"Boss, what school are you going to apply for in the future? Is it Yanjing University in Beijing?" Feng Yong asked curiously.
Tang Hao slammed a sigh of relief. He couldn't learn some time ago. He didn't think about it at all. Now he is recovering. Where should he go to school? If you leave Changheng City, then there is no way to take care of Grandpa.
"I don't know, it's still early, look again," he said absently.
"Hey, the boss is so smart, it is definitely not Yanjing University." Feng Yong said.

Which university do you want to test?
asked Tang.
Feng Yong said with dismay: "I am thankful for the three exams, but my family has already taken care of the relationship. I will go to Yanjing to go to college in the future. There are many resources there, and I will know more people later. It is good to take over the family business."

What business is your business?
Tang Yan asked casually.
Feng Yong looked awkward and said, "Do a little business."
Tang Yan saw that he did not want to elaborate, and did not ask.
"I don't think people in our class are stupid. Why can't you improve your grades?" Tang Yan asked curiously. Today, I heard a few lessons and I feel that teachers are very good. Compared with a class of teachers, difference.
Pengcheng International School employs top domestic teachers. Even in the class of the Hell class, teachers have real talents.
"Everyone is a rich family. Many people have been arranged by the family at home, and they have used so hard study." Feng Yong broke the mystery.
Tang Yan shook his head. It is really impossible to understand the mentality of these younger brothers. "It is not a long-term solution after all, and it is necessary to fight hard."
Feng Yong’s face was red and said:
The boss is right.

"Oh, I am not talking about you, just feeling."
"No, my father often said this, but I have never paid attention to it, but it is too late to say that, my foundation is poor, and now there are more than three months from the college entrance examination. It is useless to hold the Buddha's foot temporarily." Feng Yong disappointed Say.
"No, there is a gun, not fast and light. As long as you have confidence, the score will definitely improve." Tang Yan said firmly, "Feng Yong, I will give you a tutorial in the future to ensure that your score will improve."
Since Feng Yong called him the boss, this boss can't be white.
Feng Yong is overjoyed and has the help of Xueba. Then his achievements in learning will definitely rise, and the pocket money will naturally double. When he thinks of it, he can't help but see his eyes.
"I will take the time to develop a study plan for you and then find time to give you a tutorial."
"Good, thank you boss."
"Hey, still boss, fat man, you don't choose a powerful one at the dock. You choose this kind of thin boy who doesn't pull a few, you have too little vision." Suddenly, the two were stopped by the six fierce gods.
"What are you doing?" Feng Yong asked in horror.
"Fat, go and go, there is nothing wrong with you here." The shout waved his hand and said impatiently, staring at Tang Yan with his eyes.
"You are coming to deal with me?" Tang Yankong shrank, involuntarily remembered the attack that was attacked a few months ago, when he didn't see his opponent at all, his head slammed his stick, and then several people said to him. He punched and kicked until he was in a coma. He didn't even see a murderer.
Now that he is already martial arts, and others want to bully him, it is simply a dead end.
"Hey, you are Tang Yan, yes, some people want you to learn a little, people must have self-knowledge, some people are not you can get involved." The smug said proudly.
"What do you mean?"
"Haha, this kid is reading a stupid book, Ming tells you, after a while away from Ye Hao, don't want to eat the beautiful thing of swan meat." The mixed-mouthed arrogantly said.
Tang Yan looked at Feng Yong with helplessness. Feng Yong bitterly said, "Boss, I don't know if it will become like this."
"Who did you send it to?" asked Tang.
"Grass, you are not qualified to ask, brothers, go!"
"Stop!" Feng Yong slammed and stopped. "You look at the dog's eyes. Here is Pengcheng International School. You dare to do it here, be careful not to take it."
"Hey, who are you scaring? This kid is a poor man, who will be in his head, and this is outside the school, not in the school." The mix has long been a countermeasure, self-satisfied.
Tang Hao looked around for a week, and now other students pointed at it, but no one came up to help, and the security guards of the school were originally prepared to come over, but after seeing it, they went far away, obviously they knew Tang’s identity, he already Falling into the altar has become a trivial person.
There are even people in the crowd who are ridiculously ridiculed, saying that Tang Zhen wants to be good with Ye Hao. This is self-satisfaction. Many of them like Ye Dang, who are happy to see Tang Yan suffer.
Gao Dazhi and Qiao Fei were hiding in the crowd far away, and the corner of their mouth smirked sneer.
"Boss, I stopped them, you fled, they dare not treat me." Feng Yongyi inedulged in front of Tang Yan, whispered.
Tang Yan’s heart was warm, and Feng Yong was opened. Feng Yong anxiously persuaded:
Boss, staying in the green hills, not afraid of not burning wood, you are not their opponent.