Quick wear: spoil the villain as a stand-in

Chapter 155 No one doesn't like studying, right? (40)

There was also a faint smell of smoke.

Ling Yang clicked his tongue lightly, and then pushed open the door.

Hearing the sound of the door opening from inside, the girls looked at each other.

Now it's time for school exercises, there should be no students in the bathroom on weekdays, could it be the teacher?

Although these big sisters are full of style and style, in fact, in terms of combat effectiveness and courage, they are probably not as good as the children of luck.

They quickly extinguished their cigarette butts and turned around as if they were about to wash their hands.

The mirror reflected the scene behind them, and when they saw clearly that it was a slender and weak student, they were slightly relieved.

It is estimated that they are students who are on leave.

When normal students saw them gathered here, most of them would leave quickly. However, not only was the girl not in a hurry, she even stood at the faucet next to her and washed her hands.

At this point in development, these gangsters still don't think it's outrageous.

However, the next second, the yellow-haired girl in the lead suddenly discovered that Ling Yang in the mirror...was actually smiling.

And from this angle, she was still smiling at herself.

Ling Yang really found it funny, for no other reason——

"You guys want to teach Xu Zhiyin a lesson, right?"

Just now the people on my side didn't stop talking, and it's not surprising that they were overheard, so the yellow-haired girl threatened in a low voice:
"...Since you heard it, don't mess around..."

Halfway through the threatening words, she was interrupted by the girl's light voice with a slight smile: "But I am Xu Zhiyin, don't you all know what I look like?"

"..."

The already quiet bathroom suddenly became silent.

Only the water from the faucet was still hitting the sink, making a slightly noisy sound.

She is Xu Zhiyin?Didn't you say he was a country bumpkin with a yellow complexion?

Although the girl in front of her is not a particularly white person, she has nothing to do with her yellow hair, and her demeanor, although a little frivolous, exudes an inexplicable nobility all the time.

This is not something that can be developed overnight.

Such a person is actually a bumpkin?

The intelligence network of the gangsters is obviously not very good, and all they get is the previous news.

But even though he was embarrassed in terms of intelligence, the leader, the yellow-haired elder sister, did not intend to give up, and the other party's face darkened: "That's just right, so we'll go find you."

Ling Yang shook her wet hand, and said lightly, "Oh."

Her fearless look irritated the other party.

In fact, except for Lu Qi who had encountered her in fights outside the school, the rest of No. [-] Middle School had no idea of ​​her fighting ability.

So these gangsters looked at each other and walked up according to the usual attitude towards ordinary students.

Grabbing hair and pouring water are common methods used by these people.

but……

The hair didn't seem to be caught, why did the own people fly out?

However, within 2 minutes, Ling Yang stood against the wall and hiccupped, his eyes slowly moved to these people: "That's it?"

She didn't even bother to mock.

Although the son of luck is a bit stupid, the combat effectiveness of the opponent is indeed worth mentioning.

These people in front of them are really here to deliver food.

"You...!" Huang Mao was the one who said that Ling Yang was not good enough for Feng Qiting at the beginning, so naturally he also received special care from Ling Yang at this time.

At some point in her hand, she got the other party's school card, Ling Yang glanced at the name on it, and then laughed: "I'm already a senior in high school, it seems that I have done a lot of things?"

The movements of these girls just now are very skilled, it is not the first time to do it.

I don't know how many people were surrounded by them in this narrow bathroom.

It was bad luck for them to kick the iron plate this time.

(End of this chapter)