People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

The corners of Qi Yan's mouth twitched slightly.

Look, does this make sense?

Just because the girl is a little strong, you throw her down from the fourth floor?

Qi Yan threw away the stick in his hand, looked at his sister carefully, and after making sure that she was not injured, he spoke:

"Come and treat this little girl. At least make sure she doesn't have any internal injuries. Is there only one person in her classroom?"

"No, there are a few other bear girls, but they're not as strong as her. I froze them casually."

Hearing this result, Qi Yan nodded with satisfaction.

He stood up and let Qi Lin rescue people. He walked to the front of the teaching building and shouted loudly:

"Everyone who can breathe, come downstairs and gather in the playground. Anyone who dares to hide will be spit in the face if I find him!"

Qi Yan's heavy threat was obviously very powerful.

Soon, someone walked out of the teaching building trembling.

With one person taking the lead, the rest of the people followed the herd mentality and came out one after another.

While the crowd was gathering, Zoya stopped a student and asked:

"Excuse me, have you seen the city's military police? I heard that there is a team of military police guarding this place."

The student who was stopped was a little scared.

But after noticing Qi Yan's ferocious look, he shrank his neck and answered honestly:

"There was a team of military police who tried to rescue us, but they were beaten back by the Integration Movement. They continue to try to fight back from time to time these days, but the frequency is getting lower and lower. Now they haven't appeared for many days."

The disappointment on Zoya's face was visible.

She thought that she would be able to find her father easily when she came to Peterheim Middle School.

But it seems that it just moves from one dilemma to another.

"It's okay, I'm here."

A big warm hand fell on her shoulder.

Zoya turned around and saw Qi Yan smiling at her gently.

Zoya pursed her lips, a warm feeling surged in her heart, but she still turned her head away and said stubbornly:

"You cursed my father before."

Qi Yan's smile froze immediately:

"I just said something mean, please don't bear a grudge. The ancients were not wrong. It's just that villains and women are hard to raise."

Shaking his head and sighing, he suddenly looked at his sister:

"My dear, lovely sister, please don't learn from this little bear lady. Don't take anything I say to heart."

Without even turning her head, Qi Lin said coldly, "I won't take it to heart. I'll just keep it in my mind."

Qi Yan: "..."

Damn it, I hope I won’t be stabbed by my own sister while I’m sleeping.

Although he is humble, he is very self-aware.

In other words, he knows how despicable he is!

Qi Yan shook his head, thinking that he shouldn't think too much about it, otherwise he might suddenly wake up and slap himself in the face in the middle of the night.

As we were talking, the group on the playground had almost been assembled.

Seeing that no one else came out of the teaching building, Qi Yan glanced around and saw a few people he was looking for. He nodded with satisfaction.

But then he frowned again.

Because the figure he wanted was still missing a white-haired illegal queen.

"I heard that in addition to the common students, your school also has a group of noble students transferred in. Judging from your clothes, it doesn't look like there are any noble students among you."

Qi Yan raised his finger and pointed, dissatisfied: "So, where are those noble students?"

The students looked at each other, but no one took the initiative to answer.

Qi Yan didn't care and pointed at a student casually:

"You, what are you looking at? It's you who's here to challenge me... No, answer my question."

The student he pointed out changed his expression and subconsciously looked at Qi Lin.

The latter stopped the rescue action and a blue ice flower bloomed at his fingertips.

The student trembled suddenly and said honestly:

"They are not with us. They are hiding in the school cafeteria."

Qi Yan laughed when he heard this: "Hey, if you say you are a noble, you have received higher education and you know to find a place with the most food to hide in when something happens."

The student seemed to be hurt by what he said, and said angrily:

“Originally, I occupied that place first, but after those noble students arrived, they drove me and my companions out.

They also took over all the use rights of the cafeteria. If we want to get food, we have to get their permission."

The rest of the students on the playground also showed angry expressions.

Qi Yan glanced at their faces and suddenly sneered.

All the students were confused and looked at Qi Yan.

"You still have the nerve to get angry here. If I were you, I would just piss and drown myself!"

Qi Yan pointed his fingers among the students and said loudly, "Count them yourself. How many of you common students are there? The cafeteria is only a little bit big. I don't believe that the noble students can be more numerous than you."

Some students had looks of shame on their faces, but others looked defiant.

"What's the point of having so many of us? We all form our own groups with our friends, but the nobles have leaders and work together as a group."

"They are nobles. What can we do? If we offend them, we will definitely be retaliated against."

"That noble leader named Natalia let her people exploit our food. We are all hungry now. We definitely cannot defeat them."

"A bunch of trash!"

Qi Yan's angry shout interrupted the students' complaints.

He looked at the students who refused to obey, pointed at their noses and scolded them:

“You all know why you are oppressed, but you don’t think about changing it, don’t unite to resist, you deserve to starve.

Are you a king, a prince, a general, or a minister? You are still afraid at this moment. You are almost losing your life. You are still afraid of the nobles. The nobles have more heads and legs than you. If you hit them with a hammer, won't they bleed? "

Most of the students felt ashamed when they heard this and hung their heads, not daring to speak.

But some people were dissatisfied and shouted:

"What's the point of you saying this? I also tried to integrate civilian students, but they just ignored me."

Qi Yan glared and raised his thumb towards himself:

"Of course it's useless. Today I am here to integrate you. From today on, all your small gangs will be disbanded. There can only be one organization in Peterheim Middle School, and that is my organization. There can only be one big brother, and that is me, Qi Yan!

What are you all standing there for? Call me Big Brother! "

Unfortunately, his impassioned speech did not produce any obvious effect.

All the students looked at him questioningly, and no one spoke.

Qi Yan was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and shouted:

"It seems you still don't accept it. Come on, close the door and release Qi Lin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked.

Qi Lin ignored Qi Yan who was kicked down by him, and his golden pupils, which seemed to have no emotion, silently swept across the students.

She said coldly: "Are you all deaf?"

Blue ice crystals slowly condensed from Qi Lin's palm, and the temperature in the entire playground was rapidly dropping.

When the students saw Qi Lin was about to attack them if they disagreed with something, they were all scared pale.

At this moment, they recalled the fear of being dominated by frost.

“Big…Big sister!”

First there was a trembling voice, and then it spread rapidly as if a lit fuse.

"Miss!"

"I don't submit to anyone but my eldest sister. Even that winter general Sonya with dyed red hair is no match for my eldest sister."

"Didn't you hear what the eldest sister said just now? Not only General Dong, but even General Xia Rosaline is no match for her."

For a moment, all the students looked at Qi Lin eagerly, as if they saw hope.

Qi Yan got up from the ground, looked at the students, then looked at his sister, and was a little dumbfounded.

"what?"