Chapter 866: Eighty-seven

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Just back to the other end of the corridor.
The shadow that has been standing there, watching this scene, tightened the phone tighter, and a vicious light came out of his eyes: "Hey, are you here? Yes, he is here today, now in school, I have just asked for leave, and no assistant is around, no one will know, you have to hurry up, stop him where you can't take a taxi, rest assured, there is no teacher at this point, um, I will answer you. "
After that, the man hung up the phone, pushed his glasses, and smiled strangely.
Mo Nan Ha Mo Nan.
Who are you going to mess with Miss Jade?
He had never known that this man had a hand injury.
Now that I know it, the more I think the plan works.
He had a hand injury already, and if he hit it again, he would definitely be abolished.
See how he is still in the national competition.
How good is his scum.
He just popped up and snatched away everything that originally belonged to him.
He can't get any benefits now.
No, that's wrong.
Still good.
The materials he exploded on the Internet were enough for him to drink a pot.
It's just that this person is really thick-skinned, and he is indifferent to seeing anything.
Since this is the case, he can only listen to Miss Yu's arrangement, unite his former good friend, and teach him another lesson!
On the other side, Mo Bei, who had gone through the school suspension procedures, originally wanted to go by himself.
But Zhao Jianjian insisted on sending it: "South Brother, we had a legitimate excuse for skipping classes. If it was to send you, the old class would definitely agree.
"You're so shameless here," the maid snorted, and said, "Nang, please give me this opportunity too."
Two people have to follow, Mo Bei always does not let people go back.
I didn't send it to the other party far away, so I agreed.
When they first left the school, the two talked and laughed.
Wait until the side of the middle.
Mo Bei realized that something was wrong and suddenly stood still.
A slight side, avoiding things flying from behind.
Snorted!
The baseball bat clipped by the wind fell straight to the ground.
The expressions on the faces of Zhao Jianjian and Mingyuan were frozen there.
"Bottom!" After Zhao Jianjian reacted, the first reaction was dry rack: "Who lost it!"
Mo Bei stood there, and looked back behind him.
There were more than a dozen boys dressed in a high school uniform all at once.
Wearing a black mask on each face and holding a baseball bat in his hand, the intention of the bad comer was obvious.
"No." Cat Cat stepped back subconsciously: "Boss, aren't we already married to No. 1 Middle School? Last time on the playground, Feng Shao meant to announce that he was married to our No. 2 Middle School. What's the situation now? Block us behind Feng Shao? "
The ladies are smarter than him: "The key point is not here. Nange will have a match tomorrow. What is it like? It is impossible to be a middle school member unless they want to be cut off. If it is not good, choose this day. . "
The two said, they had already fixed their position behind Mo Bei.
I'm afraid that someone will suddenly throw another baseball bat over.
They want to protect Nan's back.
Mo Bei stretched out his black down jacket and drew a thin light from his eyes: "Backward."
It is impossible for the people across to let them run.
One has rushed directly.
Mo Bei leaned sideways, the strong impact of the schoolbag formed, the hit person fell directly to the ground.
The second followed.
Mo Bei lifted his long legs and kicked out.
Do not give each other the opportunity to get close to her.
Just then.
Two people walked over there, each holding a mobile phone.
It's like taking a close-up shot of Mo Bei.
"Wancao, Nan brother, look, isn't that Yang Mengruo?" Zhao Jianjian pushed away a person with a tangled method, looked at his brother Nan Qingqing's side, and frowned, "What is she taking with her mobile phone? what?"
This sentence.
Let Mo Bei's movement stopped suddenly.
In order to protect his hands, his back was brutally beaten.
"Nange!" The lady got up and was also a girl character, spraying perfume in the eyes of one of them. After seeing Mo Bei take a break, she dragged the person over and faced his face. scratch!
Yang Mengruo, who had n’t had time to start recording, took off his mobile phone, and looked at Mo Bei half-hook in the corner of his mouth: "Why? Stop, Nan, why don't you continue to fight? Hit a few more times, How good it is to be suspended directly in the national competition. "
Mo Bei did not move, only looked at her, his temperament was difficult to hide.
Yang Mengruo's dislike now is this look.
This time, she had to make something out.
Otherwise, Miss Yu will completely leave her nowhere to go!
"If Nan brother doesn't do it, then these people will only hit your hand, not other places." When Yang Mengruo laughed, she was still so immortal.
Mo Bei's voice was very light: "I always wanted to know, then, why didn't you call an ambulance for me, wasn't our relationship good at first?"
Yang Mengruo's right-handed meal was like asking a scene she least wanted to remember.
She couldn't forget it, when Mo Nan held her arm, blood on her face, and stretched her hands towards her.
She will be awakened when she dreams at midnight.
Especially watching him come back, and even vaguely had the strength of that year.
She was even more afraid.
She was afraid he would get up again.
Not only her, but Lu Yifan must be the same.
They were all afraid of this person coming back.
So push him down again.
Since it won't work once.
Can only come a second time.
"Can feelings be eaten as meals?" Yang Mengruo's eyes seemed to be reflected only by sarcasm: "Mo Nan, you are still too naive, I am an ordinary girl, from a young place, not like Miss Yu who has the right to have Potential, being able to gain a foothold here has already consumed a lot of my energy. I haven't reminded you so that you do n’t do extra things. Do you think I want this? I do n’t want to, there is something, you should remember."
Mo Bei slid his finger a little: "What's the matter?"
"Before you were fighting, someone said in the live broadcast that you said you want to donate, but you didn't actually donate it." Yang Mengruo's sight seemed to be far away: "I also wanted to help you clarify something, just let it go Take a screenshot of your donation to the live broadcast room. "
"But do you know what the result was?"
"The new remarks are coming again, and they say that you don't sell anything by donating."
"Monan."
"Do you think anyone can save you?"
"Why do you have to come back."
Mo Bei listened to Yang Mengruo's voice, and his thoughts floated away for a long time.
For a moment.
The whole person was evacuated.
(End of this chapter)