Confident men's clothing: the world is crazy

Chapter 169 They are good students and only listen to the teacher

Situ Ran and the others turned grim, "Who are you?! How can you be presumptuous here!"

Bing Po's obvious disdainful tone, "Don't you have eyes?" Wearing such an obvious tutor uniform, don't you know who you are, this person must be blind.

Feng Yin's stern outline also became loose.

"Hmph! Don't know what to do! Hit me!" Situ Ran said angrily.

But the corner of Bing Po's mouth just evoked a trace of teasing, his eyes were on Situ Ran and the others, but he said to the imperial class behind him: "Don't show mercy."

Bing Po's anticorrosion gave everyone in the imperial class a shot of stimulant, and the bloodthirsty excitement released by the preaching made Sang Yu's students timid.But thinking of Yuban's uselessness, they all started fighting against Yuban.

Situ Ran never thought that the imperial class was not the former imperial class at all. As soon as the boy said that, they all looked like wild wolves released from the forest, ferocious and bloodthirsty!Those eyes eager to fight seemed to be looking for prey with green light!
This is what Sang Lao, Yang Xiao and others saw when they arrived.

The students in the purple Sorwa Academy student uniforms and the royal class students in the blue uniforms were wrestling.No, it was a unilateral beating at all. The blue uniform was clearly suppressing the student Sang Yu in the purple uniform.

In the crowd, there was a touch of red that was particularly eye-catching. She just stood in the crowd, neither dodging nor dodging, but no one could touch her.A face so handsome that blurred the boundaries between men and women showed incomparable confidence and arrogance.

Chi Nianmu's heart beat uncontrollably, and his eyes were fixed on that red shadow.

Feeling a scorching gaze, Bing Po turned his gaze to Chi Nianmu, that man is still as pure and beautiful as a lotus in a pond.

And it wasn't him who caught Bing Po's attention, but the man who came after him, elegant as jade, personable, looking at him with interest at this moment.Bing Po always felt that this man was inexplicably familiar, but she was sure that he did not exist in her memory.Especially the smile flickering in this man's eyes from time to time made her feel familiar... This feeling is... Yu Wuyou!

"stop!"

With a heavy yelling, all the students of Sang Yu Academy stopped, and when they stopped, the people in the imperial class played even more vigorously.This person stopped to let them fight, how could they have no reason not to fight?The dean of Sang Yu Academy?what is that?They only know that they only listen to their instructors. They are good students and only listen to what their teachers say.

"Ouch~"

"what!"

"Stop!" Sang Lao shouted again.

But no one in the royal class paid any attention to him.And the student Sang Yu who had stopped started to fight again under the provocation of the imperial class, and the scene became even more chaotic.

... The bursts of cries of pain were worse than just now.Old Sang raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, his old face was flushed red!Looking at Yang Xiao, "Dean Yang, the imperial class is so stubborn, how is it different from street gangsters? You won't let them stop?"

Yang Xiao secretly held back his smile, his grandma, I wanted to vent my anger a long time ago, this kid Su Jian suits him too much.But on the face, he still said earnestly: "Hey, although I am their dean, the imperial class has always followed the way of sages and sages, and respected teachers. Therefore, they only listen to their mentor, Teacher Su, and I am sorry that there is nothing I can do! "

"You..." Old Sang's face became even more ugly, and his high-sounding words made it clear that you, an old boy, did it on purpose!
Yu Wuhen's folding fan gently covered up the smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes never left the independent red shadow.Su Jian...

Old Sang snorted coldly, and then, a circle of yellow light suddenly radiated from his whole body. Suddenly, his expression froze, and the circle of light immediately radiated to the surroundings, and the heavy pressure followed the yellow light like a mountain. Press down on the people in the imperial class.

(End of this chapter)