"Since it's time to get out of class, why are you coming here to disturb my sleep? Okay, okay, go play somewhere else and don't bother me here."
Duan Yuchen said this while waving his hand irritably, then changed side and continued sleeping.
School Bully: ...
Ah this.
The people in the live broadcast room were almost laughing like crazy.
Whose little cutie is this?
If I want to sleep, I go to the show to sleep.
The school bully looked a little dissatisfied, because the program team had first told their class that since someone was coming to participate in the program, they could act as arrogant as they wanted.
You can smash the table or throw the chair.
If there is any loss, the entire program team will compensate for it.
And they can also get another performance fee.
Why not?
Then the school bully's expression changed, and then he kicked the chair again.
Duan Yuchen looked up impatiently.
"You paid for the chairs in this school, didn't you? How come you, a little kid, don't know how to take care of them? Protecting public finances is something even children know. You're such a grown-up, don't you know that?"
Duan Yuchen said this as he took his bag back.
"My family is very rich! Even if I break one, my dad can afford to pay for it." The yellow-haired boy raised his head high and looked down at Duan Yuchen.
Duan Yuchen said "oh" slowly.
Then he thought for a moment and said seriously, "If I have to compensate one for each damage, that would be so boring. It would be better to compensate ten for each damage."
Then stand up straight away.
Pointing to the chair in front of him, he said, "Come on, if you can pay ten for every one you break, I'll teach you how to break this chair. Of course, I'll donate the other chairs you pay for to other welfare homes in the name of the school."
Duan Yuchen smiled and then reached out and patted the other person's leg.
Then he pointed to a spot on the chair and said, "Come on, hit here."
“…”School bully.
Are you being polite?
Shouldn't a normal script persuade bad students like him not to destroy public property?
What's the matter with teaching him to fight together?
Duan Yuchen yawned, "Really? You don't even dare to kick me, and you're still wasting people's time here."
The tone was filled with disgust.
After all, they are just some teenage kids.
Hearing this, he couldn't help it and stood up with his fists clenched.
"You! I'm warning you, you'd better not be too arrogant! Otherwise, I will make you pay sooner or later!" A boy in a black short-sleeved shirt in front stood up.
Then he pointed at Duan Yuchen's nose and threatened him with gritted teeth.
"I just came in here to sleep, and you're the ones causing trouble now. Why are you acting like you're being so arrogant to me?"
Duan Yuchen looked surprised.
It seems to be true.
They are the ones who have been causing trouble from the beginning to the end.
"Since you want to stay in this class, you must listen to our boss!" The boy in the black short-sleeved shirt gritted his teeth, and then directly displayed his behavior as an evil force to the fullest.
"Oh. So who is your boss?" Duan Yuchen said, then looked around.
There were many students watching the fun at this moment, but no one dared to come forward to help.
After all, this artist will only stay in the school for two or three days at most.
And they have to stay in school for a long time.
There is no need to offend the school bully for an unrelated artist.
"It's me!"
The boy who kicked the chair at the beginning just patted his chest.
As he spoke, he walked straight up to the podium, unscrewed the ink on the podium and threw it at the boy.
The boy stood there without moving.
Everyone around him thought he was scared silly.
But the next second.
Instead, the boy caught the bottle of ink accurately.
Unfortunately, the red ink in the ink bottle suddenly came out.
The boy's hands were stained with red ink, and he looked up with a frown.
Looking at the stains on his youthful school uniform.
A little unhappy.
"Coward!" The school bully was very proud.
After all, it's in front of the camera, and the artist probably won't do anything to him in order to maintain his image.
But he was wrong.
The young man frowned.
Then he looked at the ink bottle in his hand and asked seriously, "Why are you throwing this at me?"
"Do I need a reason to do things? I just don't like you!" The school bully rolled his eyes.
Another reason is that since the boy came, most of the girls in the class have turned their attention to his face.
He has always been the focus of attention in the class. When has he ever been treated like this?
I just wanted to take this opportunity to punish the boy a little, and then tell everyone in the class that the boy is actually not that good.
"Then if I fight back, it should be considered as self-defense." Duan Yuchen said to others, and then he made a backward throwing gesture and smashed the red ink viciously on the other person's shoulder.
The remaining red ink inside fell directly onto the school uniform.
Because Duan Yuchen maintained a balance between strength and severity, the opponent would only feel pain but not be injured.
"You!" The school bully's face changed.
He walked straight over, stretched out his hand and prepared to strangle Duan Yuchen's neck viciously.
But I didn't expect it.
Duan Yuchen reacted faster than him.
He reached out and grabbed the other person's fingers.
He turned away without changing his expression.
All I heard was a snap and the school bully's screams.
"Okay, I'm just stretching your muscles. Do you have to be screaming like a ghost?" Duan Yuchen frowned slightly.
Then he calmly pulled the other person's hand back.
He stroked the other person's hair like a pet, then whispered, "You'd better behave yourself and don't bother me while I'm recording the show here."
The school bully just sat on the ground.
The whole person's expression was one of excruciating pain, but the moment his fingers were bent over.
He didn't feel any pain at all, and his whole body was instantly covered in cold sweat.
He supported himself with his hands and climbed up from the ground.
The young man in front of him still had a gentle look in his eyes. He returned to his seat, put the table away, and then took out the temporarily borrowed textbook from his schoolbag.
[Shit! I don't know why, but a joke suddenly came to my mind.]
【Please speak upstairs.】
"President," "Talk." "You've been sending my wife to the school bully class for three years now." "So? Did she admit her mistake?" "No, she's now the school bully's boss."
[This is so cool! Although the law doesn't support fighting violence with violence, this method is indeed the most effective.]
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