This voice made Wang Hun's laughter stop abruptly.

"What did you say?"

Wan Feng said impatiently: "Get out now! Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

The fewer words, the more information.

"Say it again!"

"Then let me say one more thing, listen carefully, get out of here immediately, this is not the place for you."

"What if we don't leave?" Wang Hun raised his face and his body was trembling, as if to say, "If I don't leave, what can you do to me?"

"Zhang Xuan! Get out of the way!"

Zhang Xuan, who was blocking the door, just dodged, and the next second Wan Feng's body rushed to the door like a whirlwind, twisted his body, raised his leg and kicked sideways. Wan Feng kicked Wang Hun without any hesitation.

In the previous life, there were two enemies in the third year of high school, Wang Hun and Tang Miao.

Before Zhang Xuan showed up in high school, these two guys were both pursuing a local girl named Yang Meiyu who was in her senior year. They looked at each other with blue eyes and blue eyes.

When Zhang Xuan appeared in high school, these two guys fell in love with other girls at the same time and started pursuing Zhang Xuan, and they even fought with each other.

Zhang Xuan's later decadence was probably somewhat related to these two guys. Therefore, when Wan Feng saw Wang Hun coming here and having contact with Zhang Xuan, he was very unhappy, so he did not show any mercy when he kicked him.

Wang Hun was kicked in the stomach by Wan Feng, and his feet retreated without touching the ground as if he had performed a space walk. Finally, he slid to the empty snow field in the yard a few meters away and sat down in a snow pile.

A cloud of snow and mist flew up.

Wan Feng kicked Wang Hun away, his sharp eyes falling on Cao Guancheng's face: "Get lost! Senior boys are not welcome here. If you come here again, I will break your legs."

The people of the fighting nation are simple-minded. Normally, they should be furious and explode in rage at this moment.

But maybe because he was mixed-race in the middle, he had some flexibility. Cao Guancheng did not rush up and fight Wan Feng for three hundred rounds like the people of the fighting nation. He neither moved forward nor retreated, but looked at Wan Feng as if thinking about life.

The Russians can now think? This is not a good thing.

Even though the guy in front of me is just a traitor.

Wang Hun climbed up from the snow, furious: "How dare you attack me, Brother Cao, beat him up!"

As he said this, he rushed towards Wan Feng again with his fangs bared.

It is a fine tradition in every school that lower grade students should show sufficient respect to higher grade students.

Wang Hun felt that he did not deserve such treatment. This high school student actually dared to show respect to him with his feet. This was intolerable. He must let him know the consequences of disrespecting senior students in school.

When Wang Hun ran to Cao Guancheng, Cao Guancheng suddenly stopped him.

"Boy, you are very arrogant, but I think you can only be arrogant for a few days. Let's see what you will do when school starts."

"Stop pretending to be stupid and get out of here right now, or you'll suffer the consequences."

"Okay! You wait!"

After saying that, Cao Guancheng pulled Wang Hun, who was still unconvinced and about to rush forward, out of the yard.

"Brother Cao, why don't you beat him up?"

After leaving the yard, Wang Hun still refused to give in. He was kicked into the snow. He lost face in front of so many girls, and one can imagine how angry he was.

"We will suffer if we fight here. The other side has more people."

"What's wrong with having so many people? They're just women. What's so scary about that?"

"Didn't you see those women behind that guy even took out shovels, rolling pins, and kitchen knives, looking like they were ready to fight at any moment? And that kick that guy gave you just now was really powerful. I couldn't kick you that far with one kick. If we really fought, these women would rush over and beat us up without thinking. If we won, it wouldn't be glorious. If we lost and got beaten up by the women, it would be a huge disgrace."

If Wan Feng heard Cao Guancheng's analysis, he would be shocked. Is this what a traitor should do?

Isn't this a serious violation of the spirit of a fighting nation? Does being mixed-race also improve IQ?

Wang Hun thought it made sense, but he said unwillingly, "Let it go. I've suffered a loss, and in front of all those women."

"Forget it! If we forget it, do we still think we, the seniors, will have the final say in school? When school starts tomorrow, those people from the fifth grade come and give him a good beating."

"Yes, I want that kid to kowtow to me for daring to kick me!" Wang Hun gritted his teeth.

Wan Feng watched Cao Guancheng and Wang Hun disappear into the distance before turning back. He was surprised to see He Yanfei tightly gripping the shovel handle, Wang Wenmin holding a coal shovel, Mi Yang holding a rolling pin, Ji Chun holding a sweeping broom, and Li Qiuli holding a pair of clothes scissors.

What’s even more exaggerated is Zhang Xuan. He is holding a kitchen knife in his hand and has a murderous look on his face.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to pretend to be Hua Mulan and join the army? Okay, those with shovels, those with coal shovels, those with rolling pins, Jichun, what are you doing with a sweeping broom?"

Ji Chun looked at the broom in her hand in confusion. "Yeah! What am I going to do with this?" Although her mother used to beat her with this thing when she was a child, it seems that it has no killing power now.

"Zhang Xuan, what are you doing holding a kitchen knife with such murderous intent? Who are you planning to kill?"

"Ah? Ah!"

Zhang Xuan first uttered an "ah" in confusion, then when he understood what was going on, he screamed again in surprise, and threw the kitchen knife in his hands away with a flick of his hands.

If I were to throw you, I would throw you to the ground. Why is this kitchen knife flying towards Wan Feng?

Are all women so unreliable?

Fortunately, the kitchen knife was not flying very fast. Wan Feng observed its trajectory and reached out to catch the knife.

Zhang Xuan threw the kitchen knife away like a frightened quail.

"Okay, it's okay, let's get back to work. Remember from now on that fighting is a man's job, and you women shouldn't get close to him."

Wan Feng looked at the time. It was not even ten o'clock yet. He was woken up after only sleeping for more than an hour. What a damn thing.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but yawn again.

"If you didn't sleep well, go back to sleep. I'll call you for lunch."

Wan Feng nodded, he indeed didn’t sleep well.

Since they had just slept, Wan Feng didn't bother to be pretentious this time. He snuggled back into Zhang Xuan's bed.

Zhang Xuan covered Wan Feng with the quilt carefully and tucked in the corners like a gentle little wife.

"Zhang Xuan, I feel so sad seeing how you look now. Is it really okay for you to express this in front of us?" Wang Wenmin was helpless.

"Zhang Xuan, you're done. You're completely done. But the boss looked so cool when he kicked that bastard away just now."

Zhang Xuan turned around and said angrily, "Just get back to work. I'm telling you, no one is allowed to have any ideas about my Xiao Wan, or I'll get angry."

"When did he become yours?" Wang Wenmin was dissatisfied.

This woman is hopeless.