"No, it's gone." Deng Yanlin regretted that his intestines were knotted. Ma Guodong and others secretly thanked that only Long Ya was extremely tough and still said nothing.

Song Baojun picked up the banknotes on the table and stuffed them to Tan Qingkai, and pressed the hot cigarette butt on Long Ya's face, saying, "It seems that it is not normal for you to look like you. I will give you twenty-four hours to adapt to the fact that I became the boss as soon as possible."

The big model walked out of the door and said, "It's great, don't you respectfully send the uncle back home?"

Long Ya covered her face and screamed. Ma Guodong and others' faces were tense, and their hearts were soaked in cold sweat. They said dryly: "Great to see you..."

"Hahaha, these silly boys are so cute, tsk tsk tsk tsk!" Everyone only heard such a crazy contemptuous laugh from the corridor, and couldn't help but grit their teeth and twitch their faces, not knowing whether it was hatred or fear.

...

After a nap, I felt my mind was drowsy and my mind was confused. My vision was only abnormal. I knew that it was a sequelae caused by excessive use of the secret energy. I still stayed in the quilt and was left for half an hour before I could barely get up. Fortunately, it was a physical education class that I didn’t need to be named in the afternoon.

After washing up, Ma Guodong happened to walk into the dormitory with two rose king cigarettes under his armpits. When he saw Song Baojun, he hurriedly squeezed out his face and said, "Hey, Brother Jun is getting up!"

Song Baojun ignored him.

Ma Guodong hurriedly placed the cigarette on the head of Song Baojun's bed, counted five red banknotes, and shouted: "Brother Jun, the cigarette and protection fee are all placed on the head of your bed!"

Song Baojun washed his cold water face, his spirit slightly recovered, and said lazily: "Well, that's OK, whoever dares to touch a hair in the University of Chazhou in the future, just tell me that there is nothing I can't handle in this university town."

"Yes, Brother Jun is mighty."

Song Baojun raised his chin and said, "Okay, go back and explain to them. After class in the afternoon, they all come to me and I'll have a meal for everyone."

Tan Qingkai sat inside and played with the computer, absent-minded about the characters in the game, and sat so stupidly all noon.

After experiencing the thrilling fight at noon, I was immersed in an extremely excited state and couldn't extricate myself. After reading for more than ten years, I had fought several times - I was beaten up by someone holding my head and face, and I never felt as proud as I am today.

When he saw Song Baojun squinting his eyes and asking "Who else" and no one in the dormitory dared to answer, his heart was almost so excited that he exploded on the spot. It was so exciting! It was so awesome! This is the life that a top student lived!

After that, he seemed to have taken a large dose of stimulant, and his mood was burning, and it lasted for three hours without suffocating at all.

At this time, I heard that Song Baojun was planning to treat him to dinner, so he immediately presented all the living expenses he had just returned and said, "Brother Jun invites everyone to dinner? I wonder if this amount of money is enough?"

Tan Qingkai's family is average, and his parents love this only son very much. He gives him a living expenses of at least 2,000 to 3,000 or 4,000 yuan a month, and he is much more affordable than Song Baojun. Moreover, Song Baojun was too tight in the past, which left an unchangeable impression on Tan Qingkai: You can show off your power, but when it comes to using money, I still have more than you.

"You should keep the living expenses yourself. Don't you have to eat this month?" Song Baojun waved his hand and changed into sports shoes with a smile.

Tan Qingkai was suddenly confused, feeling that his final use was almost gone, and he couldn't help at all. Living in this world was similar to a waste.

Song Baojun keenly realized the other party's psychology and smiled and said, "What's the hurry? I have to borrow money if I pick up girls in a few days."

Tan Qingkai was indeed happy again and asked repeatedly: "Which girl should I pick up? Is it worthy of my brother Jun? Which department is from? Let me check it carefully with my brother."

"You'd better take care of yourself and Lin Mengxian's affairs."

This physical education class was held at the No. 3 indoor basketball court, and it was held together with the students from Class 2, with a total of more than 60 people.

The sports committee member is Rong Chuanlin, a boy from Class 2. He is from Yuchuan Province. He is tall and burly, but has a gentle and delicate face and a somewhat introverted personality.

Everyone lined up in five teams in the stadium according to their height and gender. The girls were in front and boys were behind, and stood attentively. Rong Chuanlin asked everyone to sign up. Except for Long Ya, everyone was basically there.

Physical education teacher Gu Jianfeng, a 35-year-old man, said he was young or not, but he still looked in his prime. He was of medium size and very strong figure. It is said that he won the first place in the 200-meter track and field competition in the National College Teachers' Track and Field Competition in 2013, and his capital was very strong. At that time, the school had been commending in the online community for several days. However, I think the teachers in colleges and universities are either old men in their twilight years or literary youths with weak constitutions, and the competition is not so fierce.

Gu Jianfeng took the roster and frowned and said, "Longya is the most active every time he attends physical education classes. Why don't he come to class or ask for leave today? Are you sick?"

Deng Yanlin, who still had a clear blood mark on his face, hurriedly replied: "Teacher, Long Ya caught a severe cold today, had a high fever, had a disordered urine, and had dry stools, so he couldn't come to class."

Gu Jianfeng nodded and said, "Before class, I will inform you about something. At the end of this month, our school's annual men's basketball league will begin. In last year's basketball league, our class lost six consecutive games in the group stage with a big score, and was unable to win one game. Four of them did not even score double digits. It was rated as the team with the least motivated intentions by the organizing committee. This is a shame!"

Someone in the crowd curled his lips and said, "Isn't this a joke that we liberal arts students can still not lose to the basketball game? If you have the ability to hold a calligraphy competition, a poetry creation competition, a poetry recitation competition, and an ancient literature appreciation competition, if our class doesn't get the top three, I will write my surname backwards."

Gu Jianfeng glared at the man: "Your surname is Wang or your surname is Wang. Don't talk less. According to our school motto of "being virtuous and self-improvement", physical fitness is equally important as ideological education. You cannot care about sports just because you are liberal arts students. The body is the capital for learning, and basketball is a sport that the whole nation participates. I hope everyone will be serious, take it seriously, summarize experience, carry on the past, learn from the lessons of the failure last year, and must obtain a good ranking this year, and strive to make all teachers and students of the school look at our class with admiration, so that they know that we are not poor scholars without any power!"

He is worthy of being a physical education teacher at Chazhou University, and he speaks one by one.

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