Please make money.

"also……"

"And you guys." Alia looked back at F4 and pointed, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Since you brought so many people, I'll give you a chance. The four of you can come together - or you can bring others along."

Young and strong people are better at fighting. Junior high school and high school students are quite strong. If they really start fighting without restraint, it is really possible that they kill someone.

But the problem is that this possibility can never be applied to Alia, the time traveler, no matter who it is applied to.

I don’t even have a system, I started from scratch, and you still won’t let me have a BUFF golden finger that can help me fight?

Alia picked up the vine next to her that had absorbed the power of the sun and looked exceptionally dry. "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"..." Campus F4 stopped talking, their throats rolling, and they felt a little regretful about their previous conspiracy.

Could it be that our flawless gang fight plan had a traitor and was known in advance? Then why didn't she run away?

But now that things have come to this, there is no other way and no way to retreat - Bingxin’s school may be huge, but there is a rooftop behind him!

F3 picked up a glass and smashed it towards the rooftop door, using the smashing of the glass as a signal!

"Brothers—go!!"

111-Deduct 1 to get Alia JK skin

What should the heroine do when faced with dozens of vicious thugs?

The answer is to sing.

[Walking through the numb ruins ~ looking for the fragments to pick up ~]

[Breaking the conventional rules ~ How many bosom friends are there in troubled times——]

“Actually, I still like the previous demo. It’s cleaner and less messy.”

“What, what is this!” Young Master Jing’s legs were shaking beside Alia: “So many people!”

"I saw it." Alia said unimpressively, "A lot? Not much."

See? Even if you can fight four people with two fists, like a human Tyrannosaurus Rex, you still have to be careful with so many people, right?

Even if dozens of pigs were running rampant, they could still knock people over...

Looking at the crowd rushing into the cafeteria as if they were grabbing food, Young Master Jing screamed in fright, but was held down by Xiao Jie next to him.

The latter handed him a bottle of pepper spray and said, "Hide in the corner. Leave it to Sister Ai and Sister An."

"What about us?"

"Let's put the chairs up and use them as blast shields to hide. Are you going to fight at a time like this?"

Brother Jie looked at the slender Sister Jing and said, "I don't think the two of us can make it."

I am only 8 years old. Although Sister Jing is wearing men's clothes, her heart is still that of a younger sister, and she is even weaker.

Let's not make trouble...

“Ah—ah?” Sister Jing hesitated: “But there are only four of us!”

There are only four of them in total. If Xiaojie and I hide, doesn't that mean that Alia and Anlele will have to fight against forty of them alone?

Master Ye can only deploy ten super soldiers at a time. Even though my sister is very brave, is this okay?

"You're right, there are only four of us..." Brother Jie seemed to remember something: "Let's hide and call the police!"

"……Call the police?"

"So many people bullying the four of us, this is such a terrible thing!"

Brother Jie was deeply saddened. The construction of the school spirit of Bingxin Middle School was really urgent. How could such a thing happen?

After saying that, he pulled Sister Jing a few times, and the two of them huddled in a corner, laying down chairs in a haphazard manner, which was quite safe.

Let me put it this way, if you ask a professional moving company to come over, they will charge you five dollars more just for this little corner.

F4 was overjoyed when they saw this: "You guys are scared! Look! They are hiding!"

The most rebellious F3 raised the corner of his mouth, revealing an evil and crazy smile: "We have more people!"

Alia even wanted to laugh. She had thought that F4 could bring some freshness, but they only brought a bunch of rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs.

It’s not that Ai Bohu looks down on them, but with such little ability, isn’t it too much of a disrespect for her?

"Don't be so arrogant!" F3 pointed at her and spoke louder and louder: "The drinks and fruits you had earlier were drugged!"

"I wonder why you are so kind." Alia looked at the crowd that gathered around her and asked, "Is this the legendary one-day death march?"

"What do you mean?" F3 looked at his watch, then looked at Alia's leisurely appearance, and lowered his voice to ask his brothers: "How long has it been?"

"Almost ten minutes."

"Then how come she's okay?"

"I'm not there!" The younger brother was also confused.

"Did you give too little medicine?"

"That's a lot, right? Two melatonin pills plus two vitamins..."

"What the hell?" F3 scratched his ears, suspecting he had misheard. "What are the consequences of eating these?"

"It will cause drug poisoning, crooked mouth and eyes, and loss of consciousness - it's almost like a sleeping pill, right?"

"...Where did you see it?"

"What the hell! A little celebrity committed suicide in this way before, and many people were sympathizing with her, saying things like "Sister is too strong-willed, sister don't pay attention to their nonsense, sister take care of yourself..." I don't think they can treat the audience as fools and post random messages, right?"

"Is that little star dead?"

"No, but she went to the hospital. Although the doctor said she was fine, I saw the pictures and thought she must be sick."

"Do you have a brain or not! She is mentally ill like you - if not, go retake junior high biology - get lost!"

F3 finally understood what a bad teammate was. He was asked to get some anesthetics, sleeping pills or something like that, preferably something that could make this scary guy fall asleep. For this purpose, he even went to find some special black tea, and it was iced.

So I gave her some vitamin supplements?

How could he tie her up in that case—and whip her?

"It seems that your One Day Death Powder is useless. Why don't you try my Smiling Half Step Dian?"

Ailia reached into her pocket and pulled out a black pill. "This medicine is made with honey, Sichuan Fritillary Bulbs, Platycodon, and Tianshan Snow Lotus. It doesn't need to be refrigerated and has no preservatives. Besides being highly toxic, it tastes delicious!"

"I don't believe you! You are such a bad guy!"

"It seems like there's no way to do it with words, Lele, catch him."

"okay--"

An Lele rushed forward and took a big step forward, crashing into the crowd.

Even though she used less force in her elbow, she still managed to push the nearest thug back.

F4 has been rampant for so many years, but they have never seen a martial arts master with this style. They were stunned for a moment.

There is no school beauty in Bingxin Middle School! Where did this personal bodyguard come from? !

But it was obvious that this was not the time to be in a daze. The three people in F4, except F3, all stepped back half a step and let him out.

An Lele turned around and twisted and pressed the man, twisted his hands behind his back, and pressed his whole body in front of Alia.

If everyone had not really cooperated before, then this scene could even be described as well-coordinated and well-trained?

Alia stuffed the Maltesers into his mouth: "Knock——"

“Mm! Mmmmm—”

F3 was horrified, his face turned pale and he was trembling.

Who knows what this thing is? How dare I open my mouth?

He was twitching wildly on the ground with his teeth clenched. Perhaps he sensed real danger. His strength was so great that even An Lele, who was born with supernatural powers, almost couldn't hold him down. He squirmed and cried out in pain. The scene was very chaotic for a while.

"Let him go!"

"Third brother! Third brother——"

"Let him go and we'll exchange hostages!"

"What happened? What happened in front of me that I can't see!"

"Are you done fighting? I'm going to the cafeteria to grab some fried noodles and bread..."

"You're being too Japanese! There's no fried noodles or bread in the cafeteria!"

"Yakisoba and bread—who the hell is Japanese?!"

Amid the chaotic noise, Alia pinched F3's chin and said, "Eat it!"

With a pinch, a press, and a closing, F3 felt a bitter, round object sliding into his throat, and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

I have already... I have already failed... I don't need to fight anymore...

Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, leaving two tear marks on his dusty cheeks. F3 felt disheartened and stopped struggling.

An Lele then snorted, let go of his hand and threw him aside.

"You're nothing but a dog! How dare you refuse the Three Corpses Brain Pill that the young lady gave you!"

"It's Hanxiao Banbudian."

"Really? But can Hanxiao Banbudian control people?"

“Control what people do.”

"He's not important?"

"Bing Xin Middle School is very important, and he is also very important, but Bing Xin Middle School is more important without them."

Alia took out the second Maltesers. This thing is quite expensive, it’s pure cocoa.

"Pick another lucky audience member. It's not our fault that they all got food poisoning today."

Just intimidation, just intimidation without any effort, just treating people like fools and cheating them.

But ask yourself, you brought dozens of your men to surround the other side, and the other side neither gritted their teeth to endure the humiliation nor shouted "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west", but instead took out a black and round thing, and forced you to eat it even if it was one against ten...

I can only say that even a dog wouldn’t dare to eat it!

"okay--"

An Lele rolled up her sleeves and strode forward.

Just as she stepped forward, a half-grown boy rushed out from the crowd.

This man is neither tall nor strong, and even his face is ordinary.

But he was still very brave. Seeing that the situation was dire, he let out a loud roar, and with extraordinary courage, he pulled out a wooden stool leg from behind him and hit An Lele on the head with it. The whistling sound could be heard by everyone.

Everyone was standing on the street for friendly reasons, but he was the only one who came here for the real fight and even brought a weapon.

Unfortunately, he met a super model player who shouldn't be here...

[Snap————]

An Lele grabbed the other end of the wrist-thick rectangular wooden stick with her bare hands, her hands as steady as if they were cast.

"Boy, sneak attack?" She grinned, "What a pity, you don't even have the strength to hit someone, what kind of bad boy are you?"

No one knew how An Lele had such great strength in her skinny tomboy-like body. She did not loosen her hand holding the wooden stick, and with her other hand, she raised her palm like a knife and with a single move [click], she split the wooden stick in half.

White sawdust flew everywhere from the broken stump, and the momentum frightened the people who had gathered there so much that they subconsciously took several steps back.

"With your physique, I could beat ten of you when I was eight!"

After saying that, An Lele let go of his hand, and like a sheep among a pack of tigers, he rushed into the crowd and started killing people.

From time to time, you can see boys being thrown several steps away before falling to the ground, rolling and crying. For a while, the sound of them calling for their mothers, screaming in pain and shouting for help was endless.

Xiao Jie was filming with his phone as Mr. Jing stumbled over the police. His voice was nervous and very believable.

Alia?

Alia is watching the fun...

After more than ten minutes of fighting and noisy noise, the crowd split up, half of them rolled on the ground, and the other half retreated timidly to the corner of the rooftop. An Lele, who was killing everyone, held two bricks and was as powerful as a rainbow.

"Who else--"