The three of them were all very fast and got up as quickly as possible.
Avoided the splashing soup.
They dodged, but they hadn't even taken a few bites of the maocai. The three of them stared at the maocai in tacit understanding for several seconds.
Then, Lu Xingzhe took a step outside and looked in the direction where the shoes came from with a calm face.
There were several teenagers standing over there, and there was a person lying on the ground. He was blocked by several teenagers, so he couldn't see clearly what he looked like.
It seemed like they were fighting.
It's just that I really don't understand how the shoes flew over.
"Whose shoes are they?" Lu Xingzhe looked at the teenagers with a solemn face.
One of the young men recognized Lu Xingzhe, swallowed his saliva, and silently took two steps back, "Lu... Mr. Lu."
As soon as the young man opened his mouth, the expressions of the other young men changed.
They didn't know Lu Xingzhe, but they had heard of him. The second young master of the City Lord's Mansion was famous for his bad temper.
Normally, he doesn't like to cause trouble, but if anyone dares to offend him, he will punish them to death. In the entire No. 1 Middle School, few people who know his name dare to offend him.
Lu Xingzhe looked at the boy who recognized him and asked, "Your shoes?"
When the young man heard this, he immediately shook his head, and at the same time he waved his hand, which directly turned into an afterimage, "No, no, no, it's not mine."
"Yours?" Lu Xingzhe turned his attention to the other people.
After hearing this, the teenagers immediately waved their hands and said in unison, "No, no, no, it's not ours."
After Lu Xingzhe heard this, he frowned fiercely.
The boy who spoke first saw this, his legs went weak, and he stammered: "His, his, shoes are his."
As he spoke, he pointed at the person lying on the ground.
After hearing this, several other teenagers immediately pointed to the person lying on the ground, "Yes, yes, the shoes belong to him."
Seeing this, Lu Xingzhe glanced at the man lying on the ground. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he could clearly see that he was missing a shoe.
Lu Xingzhe's expression suddenly turned cold, he pinched his finger bones and walked over.
When several teenagers saw this, their eyes were full of fear, and they silently moved a few steps to the side. As the teenagers moved away, the person lying on the ground was finally revealed.
Lu Xingzhe looked at the blond boy with a bruised nose and swollen face, and frowned, "Is that you?"
His face was so swollen that he really couldn't recognize him, but Lu Xingzhe could recognize his iconic blond hair.
"Lu... Mr. Lu?" Mo Weiran slowly got up and called Lu Xingzhe in a somewhat unclear voice.
"How did it happen like this?" Lu Xingzhe frowned and looked at Mo Weiran.
Why were you bullied like this?
He remembered that Mo Weiran had a good relationship with Ling Yuanzhou. Even if those people were looking for Ling Yuanzhou's sake, they wouldn't dare to bully him, right?
"Just... lost the fight." Mo Weiran's tone lowered as he spoke.
In fact, there was no fight at all. Those few people were beating him one-sidedly.
But, can this be said?
Obviously you can't say it, it would be too shameful to say it.
Lu Xingzhe listened and didn't ask any more questions.
He didn't like Ling Yuanzhou, and Mo Weiran, who was often with Ling Yuanzhou, didn't like him either, so naturally he wouldn't ask more questions.
"Your shoes flew into my food."
Mo Weiran:!
"I...they take off my shoes!" Mo Weiran immediately pointed to the teenagers next to him.
As soon as Mo Weiran opened his mouth, several other teenagers all said, "He kicked him away himself!"
Lu Xingzhe ignored the others, but turned around and looked at Gu Zhiqi, "How to deal with it?"
After hearing this, Mo Weiran and several teenagers looked behind Lu Xingzhe and discovered that there were two girls standing next to the potted plants.
Mo Weiran saw Gu Zhiqi's appearance clearly and her eyes widened, "Miss!"
