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Ji Boxing followed a group of old men and women awkwardly, stretching their arms and stamping their feet, complaining in his mouth, "I'm afraid of being at a disadvantage. I've already called you ancestors, why are you still letting me practice cramping here?"

Thinking back to when he was in the academy, he did marginalize any student he didn't like.

But at least he didn't throw it to the crowd and embarrass himself in public, right?

At this time, there was a commotion in the square dance team, and several relatively strong old men began to chase and beat the middle school students: "Get away, this is a place for dancing, you can't afford to pay if I lie on the ground!"

Ji Boxing didn't understand, and just stupidly watched the old men shouting and dancing, and the students surrounded them not far away, neither close nor far away, neither touching the group of old men, and constantly making faces.

An old man fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth. Ji Boxing kindly pulled him up: "Brother, are you okay?"

The old man said in a stern voice: "Didn't you see that little bastard wearing Nike hit me just now?"

Ji Boxing had no idea what Nike was. He followed the direction the old man pointed and saw the kid with hooks on his pants. Suddenly, the wheels under his feet flashed with dazzling colors.

Ji Boxing was furious: "Monster, you dare to use magic tools in the world!"

He rushed up, grabbed Edward's collar, kicked his balance bike away, and squatted on the ground to beat him wildly.

Although the elder in charge of the hall looked like he was in his seventies or eighties, his fists were also powerful.

The bombardment like a pile driver made Edward breathe out more and breathe in less.

Even the old man lying on the ground got up, grabbed him and said, "Brother, let's just extort some money to spend, don't really kill anyone."

A group of old ladies surrounded him instantly, spitting and cursing, "You little bastards bully us old people, you deserve to be beaten. If the parents don't discipline the naughty children, they will be disciplined by the society. Let's see if you dare to affect our square dance!"

Edward said weakly, "Wang Tao's grandfather, I am Wang Tao's classmate, spare, spare my life!"

Ji Boxing said angrily, "Bullshit, there are 173 classmates of Wang Tao, I recognize them all, you must be a demon."

After saying that, he pinched a fairy spell with his hand to capture the demon.

Another boy riding a balance bike whispered, "Wang Tao's grandfather has Alzheimer's disease, let's ask him to deal with it."

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Edward didn't expect that such an old man who looked so old could actually fight so well. He continued weakly, "Please spare my life, it won't be too late to beat me up when I see Wang Tao."

Wang Tao had just made a colorful fruit tea, and before he could take a sip, his classmate Wu Yangyang called him hurriedly: "Brother Tao, your grandfather beat Edward half to death, come to the square dance."

Wang Tao arrived at the square but found that he couldn't get in. Several reporters were reporting indignantly in front of their cameras like chicken blood: "I see square dance fighting for venues again. How can the cultural life of the elderly and the reasonable physical exercise of young people be coordinated?"

"Can the elderly conduct large-scale square dance exercises during the students' classes and return the venue to the young people during their spare time?"

What scared Wang Tao the most was that a microphone had been pressed against Ji Boxing's chin and asked: "Old man, why did you hit someone?"

Ji Boxing stared at the microphone at his chin with both eyes and said: "He used a magic weapon."

Then he was shocked: "Why is it so loud? Is there any magic power in it?"