Several of the SIS stood in place, looking at the slender backs of the two of them leaving with a confused expression.

Quite puzzled.

Qingliu's expression was also too scary.

Several clubs usually play games, and they don't look up and don't look down.

Qingliu is always a good student, gentle and clean.

The performance just now really shocked everyone.

Jiang Tong felt a little inexplicable, "What's wrong with Qingliu?" Muddy? ”

It's actually all fierce Qiao Qiao, in normal times, with the courage of Qingliu, where does he dare.

ZERO was still in a trance, "I'm also quite confused, so Qingliu is blackened?" ”

Yiye: "What is he doing today?" Didn't he take part in the robbery and come to play? ”

The crowd shook their heads.

Their relationship with mythology is not very good, but they are not unfamiliar, the game can be played together, and private matters will not be asked.

ZERO: "But when did the relationship between Qingliu and misanthropy become so good?" ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone was in disbelief,

"Where do you see that?"

ZERO scratched his head in confusion, isn't it?

At least Qingliu is special to the misanthropy, isn't special the first step in a good relationship?

It's like he posted on Moments, it's all for the little girl to see alone.

Lang Lang was stunned, as if he was recalling something.

Suddenly, he slapped his thigh violently.

"I seem to know why Qingliu is so angry."

"Uh-huh???"

Lang Lang: "I just said that this expression is very familiar, Qingliu has also made a frenzy before, and almost beat a fan, but in the end he didn't do it, and was suppressed by the myth." ”

Everyone smelled the sweet melon.

Qiao Weitang was a little unconvinced, "Does Qingliu's character beat people?" Or a fan? ”

Lang Lang Yizheng explained rhetorically, "I checked a lot of information because I wanted to play e-sports, and Qingliu was still a newcomer at the time." ”

Jiang Tong asked, "What is the reason?" ”

"That's why...... I just said it misanthropically. ”

Qiao Weitang felt that her brain cells were a little insufficient, "What did you say?" ”

After a pause, "Wait, could it be that Qingliu took away the misanthropy to prepare for a violent education?" ”

Lang Lang recalled the description he had seen at the beginning, and nodded with some trembling.

"Quite possibly."

·

The misanthropy was pushed directly into the lounge by a strong force behind him.

One stumbled under his feet, and he almost nodded and threw a dog to the ground.

He frowned fiercely and glared back at the culprit.

"Qingliu, what kind of nerves are you?"

Then the door of the lounge was directly turned back and slapped by the snow-white and clean teenager.

He turned his head, his cold and fair face was unwavering, without a trace of emotion.

Walking up to the misanthropic with his long legs, one hand grabbed his neckline and the other pressed his shoulder.

The thin young man, whose strength was surprisingly great, easily pressed the person against the wall.

His force was great and heavy, and the back of his misanthropic head slammed against the wall with a muffled thud.

In pain, he instantly bared his teeth and grinned.

"Clear !!"

Qingliu raised his eyes lightly, and the eyes of Gujing Wubo were like a silent lake, silent and indifferent.

The world-weary heart all clucked.

Qingliu's hands clenched into fists, and he looked at his face silently,

Thin lips spit out a sentence coldly,

"You're really underwhelmed."

The misanthropy frowned, he was pressed against the wall and couldn't move, and he wasn't a person to mess with,

Learning his expression and laughing coldly,

"What's wrong with you?"

Forget it if you perform a two-faced personality by yourself, and you still have the face to say that he owes a beating?

Qingliu looked at him coldly, and suddenly stretched out his hand clenched into a fist, and hit the shoulder of the misanthropic with a fist, and the force was merciless.

The misanthropy gasped in pain.

"You're really beating, I report you believe it or not."

A word spat out from the thin lips of the clear stream,

"Faith."

"Do you believe you, do you still fight?"

The misanthropic is a person who can suffer, and he hit back with a fist of strong wind.

As a result, before he touched Qingliu's body, he was tightly clasped by a slender hand around his wrist.

The strength was as hard as iron, and his bones were about to shatter when he pinched it.

No way???

Then Qingliu pressed his head on top of his head with a backhand, and before the world-weary could react, another punch hit him in the right shoulder.

He bent over in pain.

Squeezed out a sentence from his mouth, "I'm grass Nima." ”

Qingliu stared at him coldly, and said indifferently, "Scold again, do you want to do it again?" ”

Misanthropy: "......"

Although he was restrained, this sand sculpture has never lost in terms of momentum, and it looks like a two hundred and five.

Kicked Qingliu's trouser leg with his toes.

A gray mark on the light-colored trousers.

"Are you really not afraid of bans? Think you can have Jiang Tong's means and luck? ”

However, Qingliu is a word that cherishes words like gold,

"I'm afraid."

His hands clasped his world-weary wrists above his head, and the young man's flamboyant red hair pierced red eyes in front of his eyes.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, and the expression on his face was not at all cowardly,

"Qingliu, twice, I remember."

The wrist held in the palm of his hand struggled slightly, and he could feel his green tendons bulging in his hand.

The misanthropy is about to blow up.

Any boy who is punched twice against the wall like this will not swallow his anger.

But at this moment, Qingliu let go of his wrist.

The misanthropy sensed a little looseness, and quickly broke free of his wrist.

A punch swept directly over the past, and went straight to Qingliu's front door.

Qingliu tilted his head slightly, and this circle smashed on his chin.

He stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall so that he wouldn't fall directly, and with a muffled grunt from his throat, his short black hair swaying slightly.

This punch was misanthropic with a fierce force, and it smashed hard, and the young man's snow-white chin instantly turned red.

Comparatively speaking, Qingliu only used half of his strength to beat him.

The world-weary was a little puzzled, he didn't dodge.

The misanthropic looked at him mockingly,

"What do you think? Just turn your head and think I can't beat you? ”

Qingliu stretched out his hand, his slender fingertips were distinct, and he usually wiped his chin.

Gently hooked the corners of his lips at the world-weary, and the young man who was as clean as the wind seemed to be just an illusion of world-weariness.

His voice was as clear as an angel, but it was like a demon descending.

"Who's banned now?"

The misanthropy froze.

He was hit on the shoulder, and although it hurt, his skin was rough and thick, and it certainly didn't leave a mark.

The little white face in front of him was red and swollen on his chin, and he knew at a glance that it was artificially beaten.

If the two of them get into a fight, anyone with a discerning eye can see who is bullying whom.

This little white face doesn't look like a little idiot at all.

The misanthropic grabbed him by the collar, his face full of anger, "You're so despicable. ”

Qingliu let him hold on to his collar, not struggling or resisting.

The long eyelashes hang slightly, and the eye waves are indifferent.

"It's good to know."

He stretched out his hand as white as jade and gently pinched the red-haired boy's chin.

"Then be good and don't mess with me."