surrender to her

Chapter 48 Strong Backing

After Meng Cheng finished speaking, the two heavy weapons left his hands, and across the podium, one hit Hua Bi and the other hit Huang Mao.

A bowl of water is level.

Huo Qizheng dodged back subconsciously, but did not dodge, and stared over fiercely: "You're making trouble, right?"

Meng Cheng said coldly, "Who picked first?"

Huang Mao lifted up the golden rooster on the smashed foot and grinned his teeth in pain, annoyed: "Hey, do you have evidence? Do you have evidence to prove that your broken chair has something to do with us? The whole class is watching, you are the one who makes trouble out of nothing." !"

Meng Cheng stepped onto the podium and slowly walked closer to them step by step.

The atmosphere in the classroom was frozen, and no one dared to breathe. It was so quiet that the only sound was her footsteps.

Meng Cheng stopped in the middle of the podium, her unique temperament attracted the attention of most of the class, she slowly touched an unopened box of chalk on the podium.

Immediately there was a soft "chih", and the slender girl in a white and clean school uniform was more arrogant than the two of them: "I'm not a fucking policeman, what evidence do you want?"

Flower arm: "..."

Yellow Hair: "..."

No, why doesn't this woman play her cards according to the routine?

Her next step shouldn't be clamoring to check the surveillance, trying to produce evidence to accuse them, but even if she went to the surveillance room and called up the surveillance, it would be futile, and she would find that the screen of Class [-] was a black screen, because the surveillance had been shut down by them in advance up.

But she...don't want evidence...

I wanted them to suffer from being dumb, but now Huo Qizheng and Li Yuan didn't guess the direction of the matter correctly, and they became dumb for a while.

After a few seconds of silent confrontation, Huo Qizheng, who was still a little brainy, came to his senses first, suppressed his anger, and instead laughed wickedly, pretending to be confused with understanding, "Since you can't produce any evidence, may I ask where we got it?" You? You have to give an explanation for smashing your classmates for no reason?"

As he spoke, he shouted to the class: "Do you think so?"

No one dared to say anything, only a few boys on their side followed suit.

Meng Cheng raised the tails of his slender eyes, staring at the two of them, with a cold and bright face, he gave a very casual explanation: "Your breath pollutes the air that human beings depend on for survival."

Huo Qizheng: "..."

"Or, I thought you were upset and smashed it. Is there a good reason for that?"

After finishing speaking, Meng Cheng's eyes flickered, and the box of chalk in his hand flew out a short distance in a straight line, hitting Huo Qi's face accurately and vigorously, making his facial features that were hard to describe even worse.

"..."

It's addictive.

Everyone was unexpected. In the silent class, the sound of the chalk box falling to the ground was crisp and abrupt, and the spilled chalk was broken into pieces. He had retired honorably before taking up his post.

The people sitting below watched the battle with trepidation, especially those in the first two rows, silently moved the table back, for fear that the flames of war between the two sides would burn up in the next second and harm innocent pond fish like them.

I don't know who to sweat for, after all, both ends are not easy to mess with, but in this scene, if you really start a fight, a girl is really weak.

But they forgot that Meng Cheng also had a support group.

The air dropped to freezing point, and there was always a dull calm before the storm. Huang Mao watched helplessly as the chalk box hit Huo Qizheng's face with a "bang". Although it didn't hurt his face, he still sympathetically covered it. Holding his nose, he called weakly: "Boss..."

Huo Qizheng was stunned by the blow, the water in his head was dangling. After being stunned for half a minute, he raised his hand and rubbed his nose, feeling the red liquid that flowed out.

The strength is fucking fierce.

He cursed very dirty, and kicked a classmate's desk next to him in anger, scaring him to death.

Huo Qi was rushing up, but Meng Cheng didn't give way, but was suddenly pulled off the podium from behind, and then Gao Wenbo and Xiang Zhao stood in front of her, shoving and cursing each other on the verge of breaking out.

Xiang Zhao and Gao Wenbo are not very good at cursing, the main reason is the output of "ho~tui", after a few back and forth, they sprayed the opposite side into the popular watery skin in kimchi country.

From the scuffle on the podium to the bottom, more and more people joined in. The scene was chaotic and fighting, the tables and chairs were crooked, and it was hard to tell whose books were flying in the air.

The surroundings were so chaotic that it was impossible to tell whether it was an enemy or a friend, and there was no space to flex their fists when they were crowded together. Meng Cheng heard Xiang Zhao shouting: "Hey, monster! Give me a stick from my grandson!"

"..."

Then she was probably pushed by Xiang Zhao, a fool, by mistake, and her foot accidentally tripped over a chair where a corpse was lying on the aisle, and she instantly lost her balance and leaned back.

She grabbed the nearest table, but to no avail.

But halfway up, her back hit a wall of flesh, and then, a powerful arm pierced from the side of her waist to the front, and hugged her.

The strength at the waist and abdomen gradually tightened, and Meng Cheng used his strength to stand still, turned around a little, and smelled the familiar scent of the boy.

As soon as he looked up, he fell into the pair of calm brown eyes.

"Ah——" Huang Mao suddenly let out a scream that overturned the roof.

……

"It's the other way around, isn't it? Why don't you take my class teacher's seat?"

In the office, Yu Yi had a headache looking at the two groups of students in front of her. She was leading a class for the first time. She had a gentle voice, a clear appearance, and her wrists were not hard. No student was afraid of her. Even if her expression and voice were cold at the moment, there was nothing wrong with her. Majesty.

The two groups of people stood facing each other, and the tense atmosphere had not completely disappeared.

He Liangchi was unscathed, Meng Cheng's hair was a little disheveled, and other than that, the faces of the others were more or less tinged.

The most exciting thing was the two rows of bloody teeth marks on Huo Qizheng's face, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Yu Yi roughly understood the cause and effect objectively from the squad leader's mouth. Only one person was seriously injured - Li Yuan's hand was twisted and broken by someone, and he went to the hospital.

"Who did it?" Yu Yi asked.

No one answered.

Huo Qizheng was about to jump violently, and the only bit of brain he had was burned away by anger: "Check the monitoring!"

The skinny boy next to him flinched and buzzed in his ear: "Boss, we turned off the monitoring..."

Huo Qizheng: "..."

The other side snickered.

After asking for a long time to no avail, Yu Yi was really helpless.

Two groups of people were punished to stand separately.

Meng Cheng and the others stood in a row in the corridor outside the class, each holding a piece of paper and a pen against the wall to write a self-criticism.

"Hey." Meng Cheng touched Gao Ci's shoulder, and now he had time to ask, "Why did you...?"

Gao Ci borrowed her exact words: "I don't like seeing him."

Meng Cheng smiled.

Xiang Zhao was still thinking hard about how Li Yuan's fracture happened, so he took off the pen that was stuck between his mouth and nose, looked left and right, "You didn't do it, it's gone wrong, who did it? ah?"

Gao Wenbo said, "I've been at the podium all the time, and I haven't seen a single yellow hair."

Xiang Zhao: "It's not me either, I'm grinding my teeth."

"..."

Gao Ci: "I forgot what I was doing, I didn't meet him anyway."

Meng Cheng didn't worry about this, "It was so chaotic at the time, and they themselves couldn't tell for sure."

Gao Ci wrote a few words, then suddenly thought of something, turned her head and glanced at the silent young man standing on the left of Meng Cheng who was writing a self-criticism on the window sill, "No, isn't there another person..."

After she said this, Xiang Zhaoyi looked at He Liangchi, "Yes, Lao He, what were you doing at that time?"

He Liangchi paused with his pen tip and remained silent. Meng Cheng didn't doubt him at all, and replied for him: "Oh, he was being my strong backing at that time."

He Liangchi: "..."

other people:"……"

(End of this chapter)