After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

After feeding the dried fish in his hand, Fu Chenyan touched the kitty's head and took a puff of cigarette.

He was surfing the Internet in the Internet cafe just now, and when he was going to the bathroom, he heard noises from downstairs. He glanced through the window and saw his stupid big fellow at the same table.

He didn't want to come down at first, but Fu Chenyan was a little curious about how he would react when he saw him, so he followed the packet of dried fish from the network administrator and came out to have a look while feeding the cat.

After the cat is fed, the cigarette is also finished.

Fu Chenyan didn't move. He seemed to know that someone was watching him. After a moment of silence, he looked up and looked back.

Bian Cong never expected that he would raise his head suddenly, and his eyes met again, Bian Cong was stunned for a second, and then stared back stiffly.

Okay, Fu Chenyan, choosing a day is worse than bumping into it. Today, I will show you how powerful my brother is, and see if you dare to play wild in front of me!

Bian Cong retracted his gaze and looked at the gangsters again.

"Brother," the gangster boy obviously knew Fu Chenyan, and after seeing him, he whispered in Feng Long's ear, "That kid Fu Chenyan is there, do you want a piece..."

Feng Long also looked back and saw that guy was sitting leisurely on the teasing cat.

"Forget it," he turned his head back, "let him go for a few days."

What are you mumbling about?

While looking at them, is it possible to discuss countermeasures?

Damn, this group of people dealt with me alone, and still want to countermeasure?

He really doesn't talk about Wude! !

"Hey, cowards," Bian Cong yelled at them, "What are you talking about? Tell me, will you come?"

The first rule of social gang fights.

Talking will hurt!

"Bian Cong, are you tired of working?"

Article [-] of the social brother's code of conduct.

Be courageous and confident!

"That's right," Bian Cong laughed, "I just want to court death."

"When did this kid dare to be so awesome?"

"Who doesn't know how to play tricks? What's the matter, are you scared?"

"No, no, brother, I'm not cowardly."

Although his mouth was very stiff, Bian Cong was beating drums in his heart.

It's over, it's over, it's over, you won't beat me to death in a while.

He looked up at the steps of the Internet cafe in the distance. Fu Chenyan had stopped feeding the cat, but he was still sitting there, smoking a cigarette and looking at it.

Bian Cong glared at him again, and said to himself, okay, you bastard, just wait and see me make a fool of yourself, right? Wait! !

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bian never knew where the courage came from, and directly provoked a fight, "Are you coming or not? I have to go home and do the papers. Can you fucking stop wasting other people's time?"

"Damn it? You're so awesome," said the gangsters, and they walked to this side, "Isn't it right for you to die, come on!"

"..."

Five people, without tools.

While looking at them from top to bottom, they are as thin as poles, so they should not be able to play well.

"Wait!" Bian Cong stretched out a hand to block it.

The gangster stopped his feet, "What's the matter? Are you scared? Bian Cong, there is still time to admit defeat now."

admit defeat?

I admit your mother's defeat, so many people are watching, where do you put your face when you admit defeat!

Bian Cong glanced at Fu Chenyan again.

He stopped smoking, and started teasing the cat with his head down again.

You're fucking laid back, like an old man.

He glanced back again, and the little fat man was clenching his fists to cheer him on.

"Brother Bian, come on!"

"..."

You can't run or coax, otherwise you won't be able to be a big brother in the future.

Bian Cong blushed, unscrewed the soda and took a sip.

The little gangster laughed, "Hahaha, drink less, don't pee later."

"I pee on your mother!" Bian Cong threw the glass bottle.

This father is so fucking courageous!

"You guys are rubbish?" Bian Cong folded his hands on his chest, with an expression on his face, "Five people beat me one, what's the matter? One can't win, and you want to rely on more people to win?"

These words irritated the little bastard.

"Okay! Biancong, you're fucking kind." Feng Long waved his hand, "Da Ding, go and loosen the bark for him first."

"Alright! Brother Long!"

Come one by one, you should be able to beat them.

Bian Cong looked at this Shamat named Da Ding, silently calculating this man's combat effectiveness.

He is 1.6 meters tall, and he can probably reach his face with a fist.

The problem is not big.

"Come on, short winter melon."

"Hahahahaha," the group of relatives and friends behind were laughing, "Brother Bian, beat up this short winter melon and go home to make soup!"

Being poked at the sore spot, Donggua jumped up angrily and ran to this side.

Bian Cong glanced at him, and the other party had already raised his arm.

Going to shake your fist?

I twist it backhand!

Bian Cong pulled his arm and twisted it, twisting his arm behind him.

"That's all it takes?" Bian Cong smiled.

I kick!

The edge is aimed at the hollow of his knee, and one foot goes down.Da Ding knelt down with a plop.

"Come on," Bian Cong smiled, "Say hello to your grandpas later."

Da Ding's face flushed with anger, and he was about to beat him up.

"Three," Bian Cong raised his wrist, pretending to look at his watch, "two, one."

"Okay buddy, three seconds is up, you are out."

Bian Cong let go of him and clapped his hands, "Next one, hurry up, we won't wait until the deadline."

What's the matter with being inexplicably cool?

Is this the fun of pretending?

Not bad, it feels good.

It's a highlight moment, right? Just now, that movement is so smooth and flowing, and its appearance is extraordinary, no one who sees it can't call Bian Ge awesome!

Thinking of this, while looking at the steps again, Fu Chenyan was still sitting there teasing the cat.

Can a cat be prettier than me?

Bian Cong's heart is not happy!

I gave you a fucking performance to beat someone up, and you don't even look at me?

Fu Chenyan, can't you afford it?

Oh shit!I have to let you see how powerful I am, so you can pretend to be me in the future!

"Old bastard," Bian Cong couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted at the cat teaser.

Everyone looked over there.

Fu Chenyan looked up.

"Keep your eyes wide open for me!" Bian Cong stared at him, "If you dare to provoke me again, this is what will happen to you!"

As his momentum became stronger and stronger, his anger also surged upwards.

"The next one," Bian Cong said in an unhappy tone, "Is it all dead?"

"You fucking!"

Another one rushed over.

While analyzing the opponent's combat effectiveness.

Swinging his arms again, a rookie.

Two strokes.

Vegetable chicken was brought down.

"Go away, next one."

"Ahhh, I'll kill you!!"

Does this kick?

Bian Cong sneered.

I hide!I kick!I hit!

Fall down.

"Next time."

good guy?He rushed over with a firm head.

From the circus?Practice iron head skills?

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's not a big problem.

I'll pluck your hair, lock your neck, and reward you with a kick.

Fall down.

"It's boring," Bian Cong said leisurely, "Is there any more?"

"Ahhhh." Another one rushed over.

Kick, kick, beat, and give you another punch.

Fall down.

It's so boring, it's not fun, it's useless for last night's homework.

The relatives and friends behind were all stunned.

"Tiantian, Brother Bian is so, so amazing."

Wang Tian straightened his eyes, "Yes, yes."

Lin Xiao was also a little taken aback, why is this kid so powerful all of a sudden?

"Is there any more? My little chickens?"

"Damn you!!!"

Another one.

He waved his fist again, really careless.

If I punch you, I'll reward you with a broken wrist.

Fall down.

While clapping hands, looking at the opposite side, those hugging their stomachs, covering their heads, jumping on one leg...

"One, two, three, four, five."

Live!

One hit five!

Ox me! !

"Brother Long," the gangster's team has fallen apart, and everyone has broken arms and legs, "Did this kid practice some kind of magic? How the hell is he so powerful?"

Feng Long's face was black, and he was gasping for breath.

It would be great if someone could take pictures of the highlight moments, so that when Fu Chenyan pretends to be aggressive in front of me in the future, he can use his mobile phone to call him in the face, and tell him loudly: like you, I will hit you five times in 10 minutes!

Just think about it!

Bian has already taken off from now on, if it weren't for the gravity of the earth, he would have flown into the sky by now.

Thinking of this, he looked towards the door of the Internet cafe.

?

Fu Chenyan didn't sit there anymore, and the cat wasn't there anymore.

Could it be that his self-esteem slipped away because of the blow?

Tsk tut, Fu Chenyan, you can't do it.

I can't stand such a small scene, how can I be the protagonist?

"Hey! Are you still coming?" said a group of people who were grinning angrily at the opposite side.

"Damn, you fucking!" Feng Long said as he was about to punch here.

"Big brother!" The younger brothers hurriedly pulled him back, "This kid can do magic tricks, let's retreat first."

"Yes, yes, brother, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, so let's run away first."

"..."

Feng Long couldn't lose face and struggled to come over.

Bian Cong provoked: "Come on, come on, come on."

"From the side!!!"

"Brother, calm down!!"

In the end, Feng Long could only be dragged away by the younger brothers while laughing mockingly.

Bian Cong waved to him in satisfaction, "Count, bye."

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Fu: My wife pretended to be a debut show, which made everyone laugh.

I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting so long.

Thank you "Rabbit" for the nutrient solution, and I will give you bobobo in return!