The whole class's eyes were wide open, as if they could not connect with the Iceberg Prince in front of them and the angry Mo Nan.

Finally one of the yellow-haired men found his voice: "Nan, Brother Nan?"

"Hmm?" Mo Bei knew about this yellow-haired, her brother's friend in the class, Zhao Jianjian.

"Brother Nan, why have you become like this? How can we go to the No. 1 Middle School opposite to collect protection fees for those good students!" Zhao Jianjian's voice was also amazing.

Mo Bei could no longer count how many times she sighed, how much her brother had done that she didn't know.

"Brother Nan, don't always sigh. I know you are in a bad mood because of the competition, but we made an appointment with No. 1 Middle School opposite. Just go to the playground after the evening. Why don't you change clothes and save your image!" Zhao Jianjian said seriously: "Otherwise, they don't know our ruthlessness!"

Mo Bei put down his schoolbag and his voice was faint: "Go to class first."

OK, OK, take, class?

Zhao Jianjian really never thought that these four words would be spoken from Brother Nan, the king of skipping classes!

What do they usually do in class?

I was playing games on my phone under the desk with my teacher on my back.

Or they just flirt with girls from other classes.

When will I take a good class?

Zhao Jianjian doesn't believe in evil anymore. If you don't discuss such an important matter of a fight, you will not agree with his personality as Nan Ge.

He simply took out his cell phone and posted a sentence in the WeChat group: "Brother Nan, are you there?"

Class 4: "What are you calling Brother Nan?"

Class 3 wolfdogs: "I guess they have no cigarettes anymore, so I have to smoke."

Class 5 Huangmao: "Ask a fight, serious matters, don't interrupt."

Class 4: "That's really serious. Brother Nan, come out quickly!"

The cell phone in the desk kept shaking, and the sound made Mo Bei's eyes look light and indifferent.

Zhao Jianjian used his eyes to signal the other party to look at his phone.

Unexpectedly, Brother Nan did take out his phone, but the next second.

Zhao Jianjian only received a WeChat message.

"Your boss Nan" has quit the group???

This is so embarrassing!!

So if you have an appointment today?

Obviously, it is not Mo Bei who has the final say whether to make an appointment or not.

When she was carrying her schoolbag and wanted to solve her accommodation problem.

A group of people saw her on the playground outside the school. Before they could recognize her at first sight, they looked at her for the second time. They all lost their cigarettes and reached out to stop the person: "Look at who this is, our professional player, Mr. Mo, unfortunately, he has become a waste now."

"Why did you dye your black hair and get your schoolbag? Are you going to be a new person?" The boy in the school uniform bent down, his eyes full of disgust: "People like you who come from a bad school should be rotten to the end, and they still want to be a k-good god? Oh, have some face."

Hearing this, Mo Bei raised his eyes.

Zhao Jianjian looked from afar, realizing that something was wrong, he immediately ran over and persuaded him to be hot-hearted Brother Nan with a low voice: "Don't be impulsive, we have few people, it's not a good deal to fight."

2 vs 10, this is the rhythm of being killed in the game.

What's more, Brother Nan looks okay on the surface, and he is a paper tiger when fighting.

Well, you have to think of a strategy to escape quickly.

Zhao Jianjian turned his eyes and wanted to wink him with Brother Nan.

But before he could blink, he heard a sudden roar of wind in his ears.

It was the baseball bat that was raised from the No. 1 Middle School.

Dead, now he and Brother Nan are dead!

Just as Zhao Jianjian was protecting his head and preparing to roll on the spot.
Chapter completed!