Zhang Xiaofan said.

"ah?"

Fatty Qian looked outside the bathroom and said timidly: "I'll go, they will beat me."

Zhang Xiaofan knew that this guy was not very courageous, but he had one shortcoming, which was also a bit of a weakness: he loved money.

"Five thousand dollars to stop them and wait for Principal Du, or wait for me to arrive." Zhang Xiaofan made an offer that the fat man couldn't refuse.

"Fuck! Fuck you!"

Fatty Qian instantly felt as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. "I'm thick-skinned and thick-skinned. I'm just going to get beaten up. Don't worry. Look, I'll definitely hold them back!"

"If it's done, I'll help you bear the medical expenses. Hey, hey..."

Halfway through Zhang Xiaofan's words, he glanced at his cell phone and muttered in a state of laughter and tears: "It's true that when I hear money, even if I ask you to jump into a fire pit, you won't hesitate."

There are so many riddles to guess, so a riddle like this can be regarded as fulfilling one's duties.

Fatty Qian rushed out of the teaching building and saw Yu Miaomiao struggling, but was slapped by the soft writer.

He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, thinking that even women with special brews would be beaten, and even my guessing game would look down on you, so he yelled, "You weak writer, you bastard, you bastard, you dead scumbag, stop for me!"

The soft writer is getting angry again. Today he is going to do something with Yu Miaomiao. He wants to see if Yu Miaomiao can be his girlfriend. Who knows that Yu Miaomiao actually dares to bring out Zhang Xiaofan to threaten him? Then he becomes angry and takes action. Now another one pops up.

Fat man makes trouble.

He took a closer look and thought, oh, I recognize him. Isn't this the fat man who is the number one paparazzi in the school?

This grandson is also unreasonable. In order to make some money by making some tidbits, he would have to climb into a girl's dormitory and have an affair with a girl.

He was angry, and he didn't feel comfortable beating Yu Miaomiao. This fat man didn't know how to live or die, so he could use it to vent his anger.

He sneered and said: "Fat Qian, did you take the wrong medicine, or did you take strong medicine? Are you a good-for-nothing, provoking me at night?"

Five thousand yuan, for five thousand yuan, I will do anything!

Fatty Qian cheered himself up in his heart and said, "What the hell are you a loser? Hitting a woman is not what a man should do, but what a loser should do. Let Yu Miaomiao go and come here to challenge me."

"Soft writer, who is this idiot?"

"In what age did we still have to challenge each other? There are so many talented people in your school."

"How about I play with him?"

Several young people said in a strange tone.

These people were all high school classmates of Soft Writer Hao. They did not go to college and stayed in Kyoto to hang out and wait to die. When Soft Writer Hao said he needed their help, they were so excited that they immediately agreed.

"There is an idiot in our school, beat him up!"

After speaking, the soft writer rushed forward first, followed by the others.

Fatty Qian was sweating profusely and paralyzed. This bastard is really immoral. Should a group of people challenge him alone?

If he goes up to challenge a group of people alone, then he is a fool.

Seeing Fatty Qian turn around and run away, he cursed: "You are a weak writer, you are a coward and you don't dare to challenge me alone. You are not a man."

"Damn fat man, stop here!" the soft writer shouted.

"How dare you chase me!" Fatty Qian ran forward with a gasp.

"I'll kill you if I catch you!"

The soft writer yelled.

Fatty Qian is a little fatter, but as the number one paparazzi at the University of Foreign Studies, he also has the experience of running around the world while being chased by others, so he does not suffer from running. He has even become accustomed to running because of this disgraceful job.

This made it impossible for the soft writer group to catch this nimble fat man for a while.

The most shameful thing was that while the fat man was running, he was shouting for help and murder over and over again, which made a group of soft-spoken writers stare in anger with smoke coming from their heads.

"What the hell, this fat guy is nothing. He's so good at running away."

One young man couldn't sit still anymore, gasped and cursed.

The others were similar, too panting and unable to catch up. When Fatty Qian saw them stop, he also sat down on the ground, turned around and cursed, "Young writer, you are just a coward."

Ruan Wenhao was so angry that his lungs were about to explode and he continued to chase. Fatty Qian got up and continued running.

After going back and forth, I saw a group of people chasing a fat man in the school, but they couldn't catch it. The chasers got tired and rested for a while, then the fat man sat down. The chasers continued to chase, and the fat man got up and continued running.

After running about a lot of weight, both groups of people sat on the ground and gasped.

Fatty Qian stopped scolding him and tried to persuade him with kind words: "You are a soft writer who has no grievances and no grudges. Stop pursuing him. Are you tired?"

"I'm so tired of you. From today on, I will fight you until death." The soft-spoken writer was out of breath and couldn't breathe when he cursed.

Fatty Qian waved his hands, wiped off his sweat and said, "There's nothing I can do about it."

"You provoke me, but you can't help it?" The soft writer's eyes almost popped out of his head, these words were so irritating.

"Yes, Zhang Xiaofan, Brother Fan gave me 5,000 yuan to hold you off. You think I can make money if I have money?"

"Otherwise, don't pursue me. I'll take the money and treat you all to drink herbal tea. How about that?" Fatty Qian fanned the air with his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan.

"This fat guy is so stingy."

"How much does herbal tea cost? You treat us to drink herbal tea because we earn 5,000 yuan. Why don't you die!"

Other young people shouted.

But Ruan Wenhao became nervous and said cautiously: "Fat Qian, do you think Zhang Xiaofan knows that I'm here to arrest Yu Miaomiao?"

"Know."

"How did he know?"

"The phone call I made to him is worth hundreds of dollars. I made a lot of money today."

"I am your eighteenth generation ancestor."

"Then I'm afraid you're going to dig a grave."

Fatty Qian put his hands on the ground and looked proud.

The soft writer got up and had no intention of walking around with this stupid fat man. He turned around and said, "Zhang Xiaofan is a tough guy. That's it for today. Let's go."

"Let's go, soft writer. It's easy to come, but it's not easy to go."

Zhang Xiaofan's voice came from the direction of the school gate.

As soon as Fatty Qian saw Zhang Xiaofan, he immediately turned into a harp dog and ran over to ask for rewards. He smiled and said: "Brother Fan, the mission is completed, where is the money?"

Zhang Xiaofan definitely didn't have so much money with him, so he said with satisfaction: "Well done, I'll get it to you later. People are coming here. Go look for Principal Du. I guess he didn't find any of you."

"Sure, plus two hundred hard fees." Fatty Qian said shamelessly.

"Can!"

Zhang Xiaofan is not disgusted with people who fall into the eyes of money. Seeing the fat man running hard, it is worth adding two hundred yuan as a reward.

"Brother Fan is still open, I'll go too!"

Fatty Qian left slowly, his legs were really tired to death.

When the soft writer saw Zhang Xiaofan, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He didn't have the same heroic spirit as Fatty Qian.

He was afraid and said: "Zhang Xiaofan, what are you going to do?"
Chapter completed!