Female supporting style is wrong

Wang Meng couldn't help but backed away.

But soon, the boy realized that this action was too cowardly and lost the majesty of his big brother.

"You put this water in," Wang Meng babbled a reason to make himself look more upright: "You poured it all over me, what do you do?!"

The attitude of finding fault is too obvious.

An Lian got up, the boy's tall and slender figure looked a little thin in front of the boy.

Wang Meng's self-confidence returned instantly.

He sneered: "If you clean it up for me, I won't bother with you anymore."

"How do you wipe it?" The boy tilted his head slightly, and said softly, "Is that so?"

Wang Meng's pupils suddenly shrank.

Within a few minutes, the boy experienced the most impressive beating in his life.

——From An Lian, who he looked down upon, who was as unimpressive as a little boy.

Wang Meng had also lost before, but it was all gang fights, and the opponents were all school bullies and gangsters. Over time, Wang Meng learned to be smart and didn't provoke those who seemed fierce or difficult to deal with.

But An Lian looked very weak. He ordered his younger brother to pour water on the bed before, but he didn't do anything. Wang Meng thought he was cowardly and became arrogant.

Who would have thought that this guy could fight so well.

It's too much alike.

Wang Meng lay on the ground, knocking out his teeth and swallowing his blood in aggrieved way.

The phone rang suddenly.

An Lian specially set the ringtone, and he knew who it was when he heard it.

The mobile phone was held by slender fingers, and the boy smiled and made a silent gesture to Wang Mengbi, and the whole scene was divided into large and small ones.

"Hey sister, what's the matter?"

"Where are you?" There is Ji Ge's class this afternoon, which happens to be in An Lian's class. Ji Ge and An Lian had agreed to have lunch together at noon, but now they can't find anyone.

"I have something to do, I'm going to the cafeteria soon," the young man pursed his lips slightly, the dimples on his cheeks were sweet and soft: "Sister, wait for me."

Wang Meng took this opportunity to crawl out without anyone noticing.

This is called a strategic retreat.

When he goes out and brings his little brother over, he must beat An Lian into a pig's head.

The boy was imagining a bright future when his finger was suddenly stepped on by a shoe.

He raised his head dripping with cold sweat, only to see a pair of long legs, a snow-white ankle was exposed under the loose school trousers, and the stretched lines were exquisite and delicate.

The young man leaned over and looked at him, his eyes were indifferent, with a hint of warning.

Wang Meng didn't dare to move at once.

"I see," Wang Meng saw An Lian showing a cute smile. The young man's voice was clear and melodious. The clear and melodious timbre of a violin trembled in the air with a beautiful melody: "Sister, I'll be there soon."

Wang Meng was silent, expressing sympathy for Ji Ge who was also deceived by An Lian.

This guy is so good at pretending, it's not wrong for him to fall into his hands.

It's just that Ji Ge probably hasn't seen An Lian's true face yet.

An Lian hung up the phone. The young man frowned and said with a smile, "My sister is looking for me, so I won't waste time with you."

Wang Meng nodded fiercely, shedding tears at himself who dared to provoke An Lian alone.

This little lunatic is finally leaving.

Wang Meng thought a little simpler.

The sneakers were stepped on unhurriedly, and the force was controlled just right. It would not break Wang Meng's phalanx, and let the boy fully experience the pain.

When Wang Meng couldn't help crying out in pain, the phone in his pocket was easily taken away by the young man.

The classroom door was locked.

The mobile phone was placed on the railing of the corridor.