MTL - So Pure, So Flirtatious

The third chapter is not fair ()

"Grass, you still look at me, look at Mao, you are old, don't you talk to you, don't you hear it? You have to pay for the stall!" Huang Mao just kicked a foot and put the old man's stall on the top. Knocked out.

"After the birth, I and you have no enmity, I sell my things, you take your way, we do not interfere with each other, why do you still have to find the old trouble?" The old man sighed and said.

"Mom, do you think that you are Kong Yiji in a few classical Chinese?" A young man with long hair next to him was impatient. He went up to the booth of the old man and said: "Toasting does not eat and drink fine wine. a look at your old bones will not beat you up, lest people say we do not care for the young, to give you a chance, I knelt down to knock heads sounds bright brother, I will forgive you protection money, or after Don't let me see you again!"

"The heart is not old!" The old man shook his head as he packed up the things scattered in the ground.

"My grass!" Yang Ming saw that the old man was being bullied, and suddenly he was mad. An old man who lived by a street stall was already worthy of sympathy. The two guys actually had to pay for the protection of others!

Yang Ming jumped off the bicycle and rushed to the old man, glaring at the two.

"Hey? Isn't this Yang Ge?" The young man with long hair saw Yang Ming, and he recognized him.

"Since I know me, I am not going to roll!" Yang Ming saw that they knew themselves and felt that they could solve it without their own hands. After all, Yang Ming’s name was so loud in the past, who didn’t know that the fight was not to kill the “Yang Mania” who was specially dead! In fact, at that time, Yang Mingchun vented his heart and suppressed his thoughts on Suya to his opponent. But over time, Yang Ming’s name also came out. Until he went to high school, Yang Ming was mature. He knew that if an adult broke a person, he was criminally responsible, and he rarely did it again.

"Hey, call you Yang Ge, do you really think that you are a brother? Give you a face, respect you, you are a predecessor, don't give you a face, you are nothing! Your age has passed, now I am Zhang Yuliang said it. "The long-haired youth spit a thick sip in front of Yang Ming and said disdainfully: "Md, this is nothing for you, where to go!"

Yang Ming was so angry that this Zhang Yuliang heard that he was also a junior high school, but he was two years younger than himself. When he followed his ass, he called Yang Ge’s little nephew and dared to yell in front of himself. Now!

"Bright brother talked to you, you didn't hear it, your ears were stunned or dissatisfied? Are you looking for cockroaches?" Huang Mao saw that Yang Ming did not respond, and pushed Yang Ming forward.

"I don't want to be a big brother for many years..." Zhang Yuliang also saw that Yang Ming was angry, but in his opinion, Yang Ming was just a big brother who was too angry. Nothing to fear, so he sang "Big Brother" with his voice. There was no ridicule in the tone.

Yang Ming grabbed Zhang Yuliang's throat and directly pushed him to the corner of his neck. He sneered: "You said it is good, I am nothing now, but I can still flatten you, do you believe it or not?"

"Cough... Cough..., I x your mother, let me go!" Zhang Yuliang was stuck in the air.

The yellow hair saw Zhang Yuliang caught, and picked up a brick to Yang Ming. Yang Ming heard the sound of the wind behind him, and quickly released Zhang Yuliang's body to the side, but the yellow hair was too close to himself. Just now he was too big. As a result, Huang Mao’s brick was shot on Yang Ming’s waist. Listening to the "card wipe", the bricks were broken into two halves.

Huang Mao looked stunned, this guy did not practice hard qigong? Actually used the waist to break the bricks?

And Yang Ming is angry in the heart, this yellow hair is actually so embarrassed, this brick should be shot on the back of his head, he may be reborn and chasing after the horse.

Yang Ming was really angry this time. The shot did not talk about feelings. When he went up, he first slammed his yellow hair and gave him a slap in the face. He slammed his feet on his stomach. The yellow hair almost didn't turn his eyes, and the stomach rolled over and spit out all the rice that was eaten at noon.

Zhang Yuliang is even more serious. Yang Ming saw that he was the mastermind, and he also uttered "greeting" his mother, so he interrupted his nose with a merciless punch and cut his hands back. Pushing hard, Zhang Yuliang’s two arms dislocated on the spot. It hurts him to stun without even calling.

Yang Ming calmed down his anger and only remembered that there was an old man around him, so he turned around and said: "The old man, don't set up a stall near here. There are more schools here, and there are more social mixes. You go to the market. Over there!"

"Thank you, afterlife!" The old man smiled and looked at Yang Ming.

Yang Ming was so straightforward that he couldn't help but said: "Old man, what do you think I do?"

"Is it a customary disciple of Shaolin Temple? How else is there a golden bell iron cloth shirt?" said the old man.

"Golden Bell? Iron Cloth? Old man, do you have more martial arts novels?" Yang Ming was asked inexplicably.

"Oh, afterlife, I also know that there are many high-ranking people in this world, but you don't want to be old-fashioned. If you don't have that hard qigong, how can you use the waist to break the bricks?" The old man knows the chest. Look like that.

"Ah!" Yang Ming thought of the problem of the bricks, exclaimed and quickly reached into the pocket on the side of the coat, and pulled out a glasses case from inside. The glasses case has cracked, apparently being yellow-haired.

"..." The old man was speechless for a while.

"My glasses!" Yang Ming saw the glasses that had become soaked in the glasses case, and immediately screamed. Yang Ming did not wear glasses. Because he was sitting in the school and couldn’t see the blackboard, Yang’s father gave him money with glasses. This morning, Yang Ming put on his glasses for playing billiards. When he went home to eat at noon, he put it in his pocket. He didn't expect to sacrifice so quickly.

"After life, don't be sad..." The old man saw Yang Ming because he had smashed his glasses and felt awkward.

"Can you not be sad! More than one hundred dollars!" Yang Ming said with distress. It’s not that Yang Ming is too concerned about money, because his father’s salary was not high, and spending money on himself to spend a few days on the glasses.

"..." The old man sighed and said: "Forget it, after life, I will pay you a pair of glasses, you should not be sad."