"Shut up, you idiot upstairs, Zhang Fan belongs to my family."
"Shut up, all of you, Zhang Fan belongs to the senior classmate."
A group of girls looked at the severely deformed metal table on the ground, with stars in their eyes.
"No, I want to declare war like Xuan Ye. Zhang Fan belongs to the world, and whoever gets it is the one who gets it."
"+1, I want to grab it too!"
No one paid attention to these nymphos, but urged: "Speed, high-definition photos."
"Damn it, I went to the fifth floor. Even if I am invited as a parent, I will accept it."
"Let's go together!"
Suddenly, more than 20 people jumped out of the classroom and ran towards the fifth floor.
"Let, let, let!"
The new group of people pushed aside the people lying on the windows and pushed their heads past.
"How about you, why don't you come and try it too." Zhang Fan sneered, then pulled a table and pushed it in front of Qi Lin.
"Come on, No. 2 Middle School Dog, don't be a coward." A group of people who were watching the excitement and not afraid of trouble were lying by the window and roared.
To relieve your anger, what about the big devil Qi Lin? When he came to our No. 1 Middle School, he was slapped in the face.
Aren’t you strong, aren’t you the province’s fighting champion, aren’t you pretending to compete, come on, let’s hurt each other.
The eyes of the group of people were filled with gloating looks.
"Teacher Qi Lin, go ahead and smash it." Several men from No. 2 Middle School in the classroom blushed.
The sound outside was like a sledgehammer hitting their faces. Damn it, being slapped in the face by people watching, it hurt, it was so hot.
"Teacher Qi Lin, if we break this table, victory will be ours." A girl said unconvinced.
"Teacher Qi, don't embarrass our No. 2 Middle School." Wu Ji also spoke slowly at this time.
He still didn't believe that Qi Lin could not break the table that a boy could break.
Hum, little trash, just waiting to be abused.
"Hey, don't disturb Teacher Qi Lin. Teacher Qi Lin is waiting for the CD. Just wait, a dog will cry soon." A man with glasses said, holding on to the frame.
"I think Teacher Qi Lin is accumulating energy for his ultimate move," another person said.
Qi Lin's expression changed unpredictably, and his eyes fell on the metal table in front of him.
"Haha, boy, look at me." Qi Lin looked at Zhang Fan with a sneer on his face.
He felt that his posture might have been wrong just now, and it might have been because he hit the edge of the table.
Isn't it just a metal table? A kid can break it, but he still doesn't believe he can't break it with one punch.
Zhang Fan laughed, then took two steps back, leaned on another table, and crossed his arms with his chest.
"Brother, when did you become so powerful?" Zhang Xiaoyuan pulled Zhang Fan's arm off, held it tightly in her arms, raised her head, and looked at Zhang Fan.
"Small, I've always been very good." Zhang Fan rubbed Zhang Xiaoyuan's face and said softly.
When a group of guys from No. 2 Middle School saw this, their eyes became redder and redder.
Damn, this bastard is actually teasing a girl right now. I'm so angry and so angry.
Murderous aura permeated the air. If looks could kill, Zhang Fan would probably have died thousands of times by now.
"Don't wait for the CD, otherwise it will be time to have lunch again later." Zhang Fan sneered.
Qi Lin raised his head, his eyes fell hard on Zhang Fan, then he took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and smashed it towards the center of the table.
"Boom!"
The huge sound attracted everyone's attention, especially a group of people from No. 2 Middle School, who were chanting and shouting: "Broken, broken, broken!"
"Kaka!"
The table groaned and shook violently.
However, when Qi Lin stopped his hand, the tabletop was only dented, not almost broken like Zhang Fan's.
"How could this happen!" The eyes of the students in No. 2 Middle School almost popped out of their heads.
Not broken, actually not broken!
"Teacher Qi Lin, have you not had breakfast?"
"Teacher Qi Lin, come on, keep going, crush it!"
Several people surrounding Qi Lin shouted in frustration.
"Haha, the second middle school dog is not good. What a big devil. He is just fighting against the five scum. He is not as powerful as Zhang Fan. It seems that the title of this big devil should be given to Zhang Fan."
"That's right, tsk tsk tsk, someone broke a table with one palm, but Erzhongguo didn't break a table with two punches. It's so embarrassing, even the teacher."
The people outside the window laughed mercilessly.
The guy in charge of the live broadcast also quickly posted it.
"The second middle school is a piece of trash, not as good as Zhang Fan at all, what a bullshit devil!"
As soon as the post was posted, the number of replies quickly exceeded 100.
A group of people from No. 2 Middle School lurking in the forum screamed in anger.
"Don't bully others too much. You are slandering me. How could our great devil, Mr. Qi Lin, not be able to defeat Zhang Fan?"
"The blind dog from No. 2 Middle School has a picture, so don't fucking bark." The guy from No. 1 Middle School quickly countered.
The people from No. 2 Middle School said in disbelief, "The picture is fake."
"I think you are so fake."
The scolding war quickly broke out, and the entire forum was boiling.
"Wucao, when I woke up, what happened? The school bombed?"
The person from No. 2 Middle School was red-faced and roared: "Your mother exploded!"
"Fuck, little bastard!"
Qi Lin stared at the table in front of him. He felt that it was a bit unreal. Why, when he punched with all his strength, the table did not collapse!
Immediately, Qi Lin clenched his fist and punched it one after another.
"Bang bang bang..."
After more than ten punches in a row, the tabletop finally cracked and the table legs bent.
The second middle school students who saw this scene suddenly became excited.
"I just said that Teacher Qi Lin can definitely do it. What's going on? Hahaha, the table is about to collapse."
"That's right, Teacher Qi Lin is the best."
A group of people outside the window disdainfully mocked: "We, Zhang Fan, have one palm. Pay attention to the shape of my mouth. It's one palm. It's rubbish. It took more than ten punches. If Zhang Fan had taken action, this table would probably be turned into rubbish."
"Haha, No. 2 Middle School is a piece of trash!"
"The second middle school garbage dog!"
The curses rose and fell and spread.
A group of people sitting in the classroom downstairs felt as if they were scratching their heads. It was clearly upstairs, and they could see it with their own eyes if they ran up. Damn it, there were only a few pictures on the forum, just look at it.
"No, I want to go up and take a look."
"Stop, come back!"
At this moment, a group of people ran towards the fifth floor.
The faces of Zhou Jie and Xu Guozhi were extremely dark.
They looked at the dark crowd on the fifth floor and their heads were almost spinning.
Damn it, who is causing trouble again?
Zhou Jie and Xu Guozhi walked quickly towards the fifth floor.
"Get out of the way!"
Seeing Zhou Jie and Xu Guozhi, a group of people couldn't help but make way for them.
"Why don't you go to class to watch?" Zhou Jie was angry.
"Bang bang bang..."
The loud noise in the classroom made Zhou Jie quicken his pace. When he saw Qi Lin smashing the table and deforming it, his face turned red instantly.
The bastard in No. 2 Middle School, why did he smash the table when he had nothing to do? This was all bought with money.