"Okay, I will send you a text message to let you know when you arrive in class!"
"Um!"
After Song Zihao sent the text message, he deleted it.
"Oh no, Ximenyu, go to hell!"
Ximenyu arrived at the class. When he arrived, most of the students had already arrived.
There are still more than ten minutes left before class, and Tang Xianer is here again. At this time, it is the best time to fight Ximen Yu.
Song Zihao immediately took out his mobile phone and secretly sent a text message: "That's it!"
"ok!"
Two minutes later, a twenty-four or five-year-old man walked in from the front door and immediately said loudly: "Students, excuse me, who is Ximen Yu?"
Everyone looked at Ximen Yu. Seeing that he was looking for him, Ximen Yu stood up and said, "I am, what are you doing!"
"I'm kidding you, it turns out you are Ximenyu!" The man walked up to Ximenyu.
Ximenyu frowned to see what this man wanted to do.
"I advise you to give me your phone back!" the man said, standing in front of Ximenyu.
"What mobile phone?" Ximenyu asked inexplicably.
"You're still pretending to me? Give me back the phone you stole last night!" the man yelled.
The monitor's classmates all looked at Ximenyu, wondering if it was true.
Ximenyu sneered: "Why didn't you say I stole your mother!"
"You, you damn thing, stole my cell phone, and you're still making excuses. Don't force me to find your leader!"
Ximenyu's eyes turned cold and he shouted: "I think you are looking for shit!"
The man's anger did not break out. Although he wanted to start beating violently immediately, he planned to finish the play first.
"Do you dare to say you didn't steal my phone? Do you dare to let me search your drawer?" the man said.
"Ximenyu, just let him search you. You are not afraid of slanted shadows if you are upright!" said Xiaomi in the front row.
"Yes!" Tang Xian'er also nodded indignantly.
"Okay, I'll let you search!" Ximenyu stood aside and let him search.
The man snorted coldly, opened the drawer door, and moved the books in the drawer to the table. At this time, a domestic Xiaomi mobile phone fell out.
"Well!"
When the whole class saw the mobile phone, they were stunned and turned their attention to Ximen Yu.
Ximenyu suddenly became furious. This must be a premeditated frame-up!
"Oh no, you still dare to say that you didn't steal it. This is my mobile phone. Please testify for me. The word 'hard work' is written on the battery of my mobile phone!" The man immediately removed the battery of the mobile phone.
, for everyone to see, the word "effort" is indeed written on it.
"What else can you say? You are a thief. Your family is poor and cannot afford it, so you just steal from others!" The man pointed at Ximen Yu and cursed.
"I stole your mother's phone!" Ximenyu snatched his cell phone away, threw it at his feet, and stepped on it, crushing it to pieces.
"It's funny, you're bullying me!"
"Damn you!" The man knew that the play was over and he could start to fight, so he immediately kicked Ximen Yu in the abdomen!
Ximenyu was very angry. He bent his waist back, like a bow and arrow, and then suddenly thrust forward. The man flew out like an arrow.
Song Zihao wiped his eyes and wondered if he had seen it wrong. It was impossible. Ximen Yu had knocked his senior brother away without even using a move.
The man hit the wall, a bump immediately formed on his forehead, and then he rushed towards Ximenyu again.
"720 Tornado Side Kick!" The man immediately used Taekwondo's unique trick.
His feet were like a whirlwind, kicking towards Ximenyu's little brother.
"Be careful!" Tang Xian'er shouted hurriedly, looking nervously, if that place was kicked, it would be over.
Ximenyu jumped up, but the man's tornado kick missed, and his leg was pinched by Ximenyu instead.
Ximen Yu clamped his legs tightly. Poor Song Zihao's senior brother, he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but Ximen Yu's legs were like pliers.
"Hahaha!" The classmates in the class couldn't help but feel funny when they saw Senior Song Zihao's embarrassed look. At the same time, they admired Ximenyu overwhelmingly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Senior Brother Song Zihao pulled the edge of the window with both hands and pulled the leg out with all his strength. Even though he used all his strength, he still couldn't pull it out.
Ximenyu stood there without moving.
"Ahhhh!" Senior Brother Song Zihao yelled anxiously, and had no choice but to yell: "Let me go!"
"Aren't you quite capable? Why don't you have any strength at all?"
Song Zihao's senior brother jumped on one foot and punched Ximen Yu in the face!
"Hmph!" Ximenyu turned his head, and his fist brushed Ximenyu's shoulder. Ximenyu threw his head back fiercely, and his hand was immediately dislocated by Ximenyu and hung down weakly.
"Let me go!" Senior Brother Song Zihao shouted.
Ximenyu stretched out his hand and slapped him down. His face suddenly turned red, and his face hurt as if it were on fire. His ears were buzzing, as if he was about to lose his hearing. It took so much effort!
Song Zihao couldn't bear to see how his senior brother failed to beat someone, but was tortured so miserably!
Ximenyu slapped him again, and his face on the other side immediately turned red! There was a handprint on each side of his face, as clear and obvious as if it had been burned with fire!
"Tell me, who asked you to frame me?" Ximenyu asked forcefully.
Song Zihao was startled and prayed desperately that his senior brother would not betray him.
"Say!" Ximen Yu yelled, and Song's senior brother was shocked and secretly regretted that if he had known that this guy was so good at fighting, he would not have done it no matter how much money he was given!
"No one framed you, it was me who was unhappy with you!" Song's senior brother said.
"Oh, do you think I'm a fool?" Ximen Yu could guess who else could be there besides Song Zihao. They all knew Taekwondo, so he must be the person Song Zihao was looking for in the Taekwondo gym.
"Song Zihao, what the hell are you? Why don't you admit it? Do I have to drag you out?" Ximen Yu looked at Song Zihao!
Song Zihao walked nervously to Ximen Yu.
"Bang!" Ximen Yu flew up with a kick, and Song Zihao was kicked away! He was thrown to pieces.
Ximenyu looked at the monitor and saw that the monitor's nervous hands were trembling slightly. Ximenyu could tell at a glance that the monitor was also involved in this matter! If he guessed correctly, the monitor must have put the mobile phone in his drawer.
However, Ximenyu did not call out the squad leader. After all, she was a girl and the squad leader. With so many people, give her a face.
Ximenyu looked and saw that class was about to begin, and said, "You two, kneel down under the teaching building! You are not allowed to get up until I tell you!"
Song Zihao's senior brother, his eyes widened, actually knelt down as punishment. He was not a student here.