Kuaishou: The host of calamity has meddled in the villain again

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Abandoned factories in the suburbs, there are mottled marks on the walls, even in the sun, it looks a bit gloomy, weeds grow randomly everywhere, and trees that are taller than a person but have thick fingers that are left unattended, collapsed There are roofs broken into stones on the ground, and a lot of industrial waste that hasn't had time to clean up.

Facing their clamor, Song Ziqian showed no expression on his face, but took out the black leather notebook that he always carried with him from his bag, on which were densely written different names and the count of the word '正'.

He flipped through the notebook and said to them, "Who are you?"

The arrogant and arrogant sneer on the leader's face froze, including the younger brother behind, he cursed a few words: "Damn idiot, are you sick? I'm the one at the bathroom sink, are you pretending to be sick?" What garlic, now kneel down and apologize to Lao Tzu, and I will spare your dog's life."

Toilet sink.

Song Ziqian turned to that page, there were several lists on it, and his voice was flat: "Are you that bastard?"

The tall and burly boy was completely angry: "Who is the bastard? You are a dead bastard. If I don't take revenge on my head, I will climb the mountain on my head. You ￥%￥..."

Song Ziqian focused his eyes on the notebook, and continued to listen to the scolding with a blank face, "Go on and scold a few more times."

The breathless person who was about to scold: ...

The little brother behind him looked puzzled: "Brother, isn't that idiot just learning to be stupid? Is he crazy?"

The boy took a couple of sips of water and slowed down: "Crazy or not. You're going to sue? Kneel under my legs..."

Song Ziqian finally had a vague influence in his mind, probably two unavailable out-of-stock items on the sink in the school toilet blocked his way, and he tried to block him with water and a mop, but he pressed his backhand on the sink.

He closed the notebook and put it back into the bag, threw the bag on the ground, thought about it and said: "You just scolded me nineteen times and threatened me four times."

The stout boy looked disdainful: "So what? What? Are you scared?"

The insolent voice resounded across the empty plain.

Song Ziqian moved his fingers, he took two steps forward, and the people in front of him rushed over suddenly, and the four of them formed a circle, instantly surrounding him.

After several trials, the stout boy raised his fist and slammed it on his face unceremoniously. With a 'click', the boy's hand bones made a crisp sound, and he was kicked on the ground before he even reacted.

The other three were also kicked to the ground one after another, and they all rolled into a ball with their stomachs in their arms. Song Ziqian looked at the time, and it was less than a minute before he glanced at the people on the ground: "Continue."

Their boss rolled on the ground, grinning with pain in his wrists and stomach, probably for the sake of majesty in front of his brothers, he rushed forward with his arms folded, and was kicked to the ground again in a second.

"Fuck, are you serious? Are you going to kill us?"

Song Ziqian looked down at them and said casually, "Continue."

Seeing that the fist was about to fall again, several people hurriedly hugged their heads: "Stop hitting, stop hitting, Xueba, Xueba, we were wrong, we know our mistakes, you are the big brother, you are amazing."

Who would have thought that a idiot who only knew how to read could be so powerful. A few troublemakers in the school told them not to call Song Ziqian an idiot, or something would happen. They didn't take it to heart at all.

Their begging for mercy was ignored by that person, Song Ziqian grabbed one of them by the sleeve, lifted him up, and reminded: "I told you, it's nineteen sentences plus four times."

Only the sound of fists falling was left on the quiet flat ground. The total was 76 plus [-]. The injuries on each person's body were evenly distributed, and even the size was controlled to be the same.

There was a 'click'.

The four photos fell into Song Ziqian's hands, and he glanced at the people on the ground: "Do you want your mouths to be sewn up or your tongues to be cut off?"

The stout boy hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, no, we don't have long mouths, we will never say it out, Song Xueba, Da Xueba, we are wrong, let's get out of here, get out of here."

A few of them got up from the ground in a hurry, and then left quickly in the car.

Song Ziqian neatly pasted the photos of the four of them on the notebook, and there were other people's ugly faces on it. He has this hobby of collecting stamps, and every time he typed it, he would record it with Polaroid for the convenience of the next person.

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Suddenly, he seemed to have forgotten to ask them which style of play they like at the beginning, and he also forgot to show them the records in the notebook. A bit of pity flashed in his eyes. He knew that they should choose. Don't hit randomly.

He put away his notebook, wiped his hands, and said while arranging his bag, "Have you seen enough? Take out the photos in your hand."

Su Ran came out from behind that half of the wall with her mobile phone in her hand, followed all the way and saw her idiot beating someone, he was quite ruthless and had a handsome posture, her eyes were full of smiles, and she immediately restrained herself the next moment.

Song Ziqian on the opposite side didn't even look back, and threatened in a cold voice: "Take out your phone, can't you hear me? You..."

The shadow on the ground stopped his words. He turned his head, his pupils narrowed slightly, his face was full of astonishment, and there was a little panic on his face. He hurriedly threw away the unpacked bag in his hand, and then got up and stood up.

"You, why are you here?"

It's class time now, and he deliberately chose now to come here. In the past, he would only go to teach them a lesson after school, but he never expected Su Ran to come here at this time.

"I came with you~" Su Ran's voice was soft, she took out her phone, and there was a video of Song Ziqian fighting on it, she asked calmly, "Do you want to delete it?"

Song Ziqian lowered his head, tugged at the clothes with his fingers, and said softly, "No, you can keep them."

He moved forward, shortened the distance between the two of them, put his hand on Su Ran's shoulder, and explained: "They called me an idiot before provoking trouble, so I did it first. Don't be afraid of me."

He didn't want to be misunderstood, and he didn't want her to be afraid of him after she knew it, and never come close to him again.

When Su Ran heard that idiot, she hid the smile in her eyes, glanced at his hand on his shoulder, and asked intentionally, "I yelled too, are you going to hit me?"

Song Ziqian put his hand down and hooked Su Ran's fingers. His voice was very soft: "I won't hit you, as I said, I will only protect you. You will always be there when you need it." When you don't need it, will be there too.

There was some grievance in that voice for no reason, as if he had been misunderstood.

After hearing this, Su Ran immediately felt deceitful, and took his hand slightly with her fingers: "I believe you, but..."