Chapter 27 You are not qualified
The class after get out of class is always noisy.
Gong Jiuhan always felt buzzing in her ears, which made her sleep uneasy.
A boy in school uniform stood on the podium in front of the classroom, and his voice gradually faded away. The students all looked at the slightly burly person on the stage.
"Liu Qiang? Why did he come to our class?"
The short-haired boy next to Song Zixi leaned against the edge of the back table, looking puzzled.
Song Zixi, who was swiping his phone with his head down, raised his head upon hearing this, frowning slightly.
I have a bad feeling in my heart.
Liu Qiang squinted his eyes and glanced around the stage.
Strong body can feel the fierceness from inside even through the school uniform.
After a moment of silence, he looked at the people below and said, "Is Gong Jiuhan from your class not here?"
Everyone was silent, and secretly cast their gazes towards the window.
Lin Yao stopped writing and raised her head to the podium. Seeing this, Hun'er let her go halfway down.
"Liu, Liu Qiang?!"
How did this ruthless stubble come about?
She turned her head to look at the young man who was covering herself completely, and pursed her lips.
No one spoke below.
The air seemed particularly quiet for a while.
Liu Qiang frowned, with a bit of unhappiness floating between his brows: "I said, what about your class? Is no one listening to me?"
"Here..."
When I heard the voice of urgency in the urn, I just woke up, and I was still a little lazy.
Liu Qiang followed the sound source and looked over, Gong Jiu slowly tore off the school uniform, revealing his facial features.
That face Liu Qiang froze for a moment.
Immediately showed disdain: "You beat our president?"
Such a pretty boy?
The tails of his eyes trembled and raised, Gong Jiuhan got up and lazily leaned against the half wall under the window, and then looked at the person who came by unhurriedly, with unclear eyes: "President?"
The air had just been quiet for a while, before she could sleep soundly, she vaguely heard someone calling her.
Gong Jiuhan narrowed his eyes lazily.
"This is Liu Qiang, from the school's fighting club."
Lin Yao tilted her head to remind in a low voice.
There is also a vibrato in the speech.
"Liu Qiang? Who is it? I don't know."
Gong Jiu cast her a blank look, thinking that this little girl really couldn't stand being scared.
A man with a fierce face would be timid.
but…
School fighting club?
Gong Jiuhan finally understood who the president Liu Qiang was talking about.
It's just that Liu Qiang doesn't know him.
Lin Yao was a little speechless because of Gong Jiuan's ignorance, but she had to give her some information about this person.
"Liu Qiang is also a professional fighting player. Although his strength is not as good as Ye He's, he has defeated many people. He has contributed to many fighting awards in the school. He has joined the fighting club since he entered the school. Well...not very Worship, but defend Ye He very much."
Lin Yao said a lot in one breath, seeing that Gong Jiuhan was still indifferent, she didn't know how much she listened to.
Liu Qiang's brows have not been stretched, and Gong Jiu's absent-minded appearance made him inexplicably annoyed.
Said in a low voice: "I heard that you are good at skills, and I want to discuss with you. I would like to see how you beat the president."
Blatant provocation.
Song Zixi sat up straight, and hooked the corners of his lips: "Liu Qiang, if you beat Ye He, you beat Ye He, that guy is worthless, the fact is there, you don't feel ashamed to come back to find a place ?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the short-haired boy next to him couldn't hold back and laughed softly.
This Song Zixi, no matter what time he has to throw Ye He on the sole of his foot and step on his heart to feel comfortable.
Liu Qiang turned his head and gave Song Zixi a hard look: "This matter has nothing to do with you!"
With a movement of his eyes, before Song Zixi could speak, Gong Jiu's silent body moved complacently.
"Want to fight?" Yun Qing swept over Liu Qiang, Gong Jiu silently raised his hand, tapped his forehead lightly, and slightly closed his wild eyes: "You are not qualified yet."
These people are so noisy.
The indifferent words were mixed with a touch of arrogance, but people couldn't laugh at her words.
That aura has merged with her, representing her most direct emotional thoughts.
Uh~ Here comes an update~
[Note: The content of this book is mainly about juvenile fighting, so don't substitute it into reality. Please bear with me if the writing is not good. If not, please give more comments, I will accept all of them below]
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