All the students who witnessed this scene had a new understanding of Fu Xiaofei's stupidity and quick talk.
How careless does this person have to be to say such stupid things?
The one who is truly outstanding is not Ye Mo, not you, Fu Xiaofei This is the inner thought of many students at this moment.
They admire Xiao Fei extremely.
Of course, Du Ming and others were an exception when dealing with Xiao Fei.
There were inexplicable and strange warnings in their eyes, which almost made Fu Xiaofei fall down in fear.
He pretended to turn a blind eye and looked straight at Ye Mo: "I only watch the excitement. , never speak” Anyone who believes you is a fool Zhao Kuo glanced at Fu Xiaofei and thought in his heart.
Then he looked down at Ye Mo: "Ye Mo, can you compare with me?"
"Why should I compare with you?"
Ye Mo asked back without raising his head.
"this" Zhao Kuo was speechless.
Don't tell me, he really hasn't thought about this problem.
In his opinion, the competition between Zhao Kuo and Ye Mo should be something that made Ye Mo feel extremely honored.
How could he have thought of this?
"You don't even know why.
You still have the nerve to stand in front of me."
Ye Mo waved his hand towards him: "Don't stand here, it's an eyesore."
"What did you say" Ye Mo's gesture of waving reminded Zhao Kuo of someone waving away flies.
Some people treat him like a fly This was hard for Zhao Kuo to accept.
His face was ashen and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
He clenched his fists and stared at Ye Mo.
"I told you not to stand here, it's an eyesore."
Ye Mo stood up and looked directly at him, his face calm and his words even calmer.
"Ye Mo, are you forcing me to beat you?"
Zhao Kuo couldn't help shouting.
Ye Mo smiled.
"why are you laughing" "I laugh at you for not knowing that you are about to die."
"What"
Zhao Kuo was furious and punched Ye Mo: "I will beat you today."
"Zhao Kuo" However, at this moment, a scolding sound suddenly resounded throughout the classroom Ye Mo moved his body, tilted his head, and avoided Zhao Kuo's fist.
At the same time, he stepped hard on Zhao Kuo's foot without moving his feet.
"Ouch" Ye Mo was no longer what he used to be.
Although the foot was soft and silent, the effect was like someone hitting Zhao Kuo's foot with a heavy hammer.
Hitting someone's foot with a hammer won't kill him, but it will make him faint from the pain.
And that's exactly what happened.
Zhao Kuo was not dizzy, but he let out a roar from the pain, and then jumped up and down with his feet in his arms, like a kangaroo.
Perhaps he was not used to being independent on one foot, so he staggered and fell straight to the ground.
The ground smashed over the nearby Du Ming's table.
Du Ming was unable to dodge, and his hand was also pulled down.
In an instant, a series of earth-shattering crackling sounds were heard in the classroom.
Among them, the sounds of ouch, damn, and shit can be heard.
Wen Lan, the homeroom teacher who had just walked into the classroom, was so angry that he walked stiffly to the podium and watched silently as several men under the stage climbed up in a hurry and put stools and other things in place.
"Fuck" Zhao Kuo gasped in pain and kept trembling, looking at the calm Ye Mo with a gloomy face.
Gritting his teeth, he was about to run away.
"Zhao Kuo" When Wen Lan saw this, his face changed drastically, and he scolded: "Why don't you go back to your seat?
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Wait, you'd better stand in the back.
Stand for one class first."
Wen Lan's face was very ugly, but Zhao Kuo's face was even more ugly.
He stared in disbelief and shouted: "Teacher Wen, are you mistaken?
I didn't hit anyone this time.
It was Ye Mo who hit me." " "I didn't see Ye Mo hit you" Wen Lan scolded Zhao Kuo sternly: "I only saw you hitting Ye Mo with your fists."
She spoke louder and louder: "Zhao Kuo, you have only been transferred to No. 1 Middle School for one day and you have already made our Class 1, Grade 3, into a fuss.
Please tell me how many people you beat yesterday.
Ye Mo just came to school today." , you fell back and knocked over another classmate, so it’s okay if you don’t apologize and you are still reasonable.”
"I'm not making excuses" Zhao Kuo's feet hurt, his body hurt, and his heart hurt even more.
He was grinding his teeth in pain, his face was hideous in pain, he was furious in pain, and his face was red in pain: "Although Ye Mo didn't do anything, he stepped on me with his feet."
"hehe."
Wen Lan chuckled and waved his hand: "Zhao Kuo, please find a better excuse this time.
Facts speak louder than words.
Seeing is believing.
Stop talking and stand behind me."
"I" Zhao Kuo was stunned and speechless.
"alright."
Du Ming persuaded from the side: "Teacher Wen is angry, Zhao Kuo, please don't argue with Teacher Wen, otherwise it will be difficult for you to stay in Class 1, Grade 3.
You don't want to stay here for a few days and then be forced to You have to transfer schools."
"you" Zhao Kuo glared at Du Ming angrily and kept swaying his body.
Partly because of the unbearable pain in his feet, and partly because he was so angry that his allies had betrayed him.
"I'm doing this for your own good" "you" Zhao Kuo bared his teeth and was about to yell, but Wen Lan scolded him again: "Zhao Kuo, why are you still standing there?
You don't have class.
You think other students won't have class either."
"Okay, okay, okay, very good" Zhao Kuo walked past Ye Mo with a face filled with resentment and limped toward the back of the classroom.
When he passed by Ye Mo, the anger, hatred, and warning in his eyes were self-evident, and he almost didn't say, boy, I'm going to kill you.
When he passed by Fu Xiaofei, his eyes were blood red, the veins on his forehead were bulging and beating, and his ferocious face seemed to swallow Fu Xiaofei.
Fu Xiaofei was so frightened that he trembled, waved his hands and said, "It's none of my business.
I didn't step on you." step on you These two words undoubtedly sprinkled a pinch of salt on Zhao Kuo's wounds.
The anger in his eyes jumped even more violently, and it would have exploded with just a little oil and water.
"Xiao Fei.
Can you please stop talking?"
Pang Xiong stretched out his fat hand and blocked Fu Xiaofei's mouth.
He looked at Zhao Kuo and smiled naively: "He didn't say anything just now.
He didn't say anything."
"snort" Zhao Kuo snorted angrily and continued to limp forward.
He wanted to take off his shoes, pointed at his feet that must have been swollen like buns, and said loudly to Wen Lan: "Teacher, look, take a closer look to see if I'm lying."
But he couldn't do this kind of thing.
His self-esteem does not allow him to do such a thing, his pride cannot tolerate him doing such a thing, and his arrogance cannot accept him doing such a thing.
Besides, he still has this idea in his mind.
Even if I take it off, will Teacher Wen believe that Ye Mo stepped on it?
It was precisely because of this that he endured the severe pain, limped to the back of the classroom, then turned around obediently, twitching his face, and listened carefully: