Peak Strength

Zhao Gangzhang didn't know what happened to Yu Xiaowei. If Zhao Gangzhang knew that his kick let Yu Xiaowei enjoy so many wonderful things, Zhao Gangzhang would definitely not mind staying there for a while, pressing Yu Xiaowei's body to let him Enjoy it for a while.

Boom.

I was at this moment.

A thunder sounded from the sky.

I accumulated rain for a day and finally poured down.

Ding 咚.

The exam is over.

The examination this afternoon is also over.

The heavy downpour seemed to wash away the heat of this summer.

Zhao Gangzhang stood in the rain and was not anxious to find a place to hide.

镚 Zhao Gangzhen liked rain since childhood.

This thing seems to be very artistic, but Zhao Gangzheng paid the price of at least twenty times high fever for this.

镚 Zhao Gang 镚 was not a bully person when he was young, even worse than many ordinary people.

Zhao Gangzhang had practiced martial arts as a child. Although many people did not say it, Zhao Gangzhang knew it. In the eyes of many ancient martial arts people, he really was not suitable for martial arts.

At that time, Zhao Gangzhang didn't take it seriously, his own son would be awesome. Whatever happened, his own son would protect himself and help himself.

进入 Until entering the hunter school, Zhao Gangzhang felt that he was a good memory, and in the future, it would be just a scholar's ordinary person.

I was just in the hunter school.

On that rainy night.

镚 Zhao Gang 镚 met someone.

A person who can say that Zhao Gangzhen needs to be grateful in his life, and he will never forget it.

That man is a teacher at Hunter School.

I was the one in Liang Zi's mouth.

Sting on that night.

I was once again sneered for failing martial arts.

I was alone and disheartened.

Then the sky seemed to feel his own mood, and it began to rain slowly.

的 The rain at that time was as heavy as today.

镚 Zhao Gangzhen looked up and let the rain hit his face, his eyes widened, and the rain fell directly into Zhao Gangzhen's eyes, but he could not make Zhao Gangzhen blink.

"That year, that day, that night."

镚 Zhao Gang raised a smile in the corner of his mouth.

"If I hadn't seen you, how could I have me like I am today?"

镚 Zhao Gang 镚 smiled and shook his head.

I seem to want to throw away the shadow with silver earrings from my mind.

Rain hits his face.

The number of people beside me gradually increased.

Some people hurriedly holding umbrellas, and maybe his parents were waiting for them outside the campus, while others were three or two together, smiling at each other and discussing something, while others just held on. Umbrella walking slowly, or looking sad, or just smiling.

Howling wind rose.

The rain became more violent.

The thumping on the face was not as gentle as before, and even made people feel a little painful.

镚 Zhao Gang 镚 smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly, step by step, while the bone copper plate in Zhao Gang 镚 's clothes exuded a slight, gentle light.

The seemingly ordinary copper plate turned into a piece of white jade on such a rainy day.

Of course, at this time, Zhao Gangzhang could not see these at all, he was just walking, and that's all.

I was at this moment.

He held one hand against Zhao Gang's head.

镚 Zhao Gang 镚 couldn't help but want to laugh.

Since ancient times, no matter what the novel or the blood of the script, the woman is in the rain, and then the man supports the woman as if it were a sky, so that it seems romantic, but today, it is a waste of others to let others support themselves. Such a rainy day.

"Steel brother brother."

清 A clear voice came from one side.

镚 Zhao Gang 镚 turned his head, without any surprise, said with a smile, "Becky, how is your exam?"

"The test is okay."

小 Chen Xiaobei nodded his head, looked at Zhao Gangyu with a crooked head, and said, "Brother Gangyu, how do you get the rain? Haven't you brought an umbrella?"

"No."

镚 Zhao Gang 镚 shook his head and said, "I haven't brought an umbrella a few times in my life. I don't want to bring it after I come, ha ha ha."

"When you didn't bring your umbrella, just tell me 呗, I'll get you an umbrella." Chen Xiaobei took out a packet of tissues from her pocket and handed it to Zhao Gangzhang.

镚 Zhao Gang 镚 smiled, picked up a paper towel and wiped off the rain on his face, and the two went outside the school together.

此时 At this moment, at the entrance to the toilet of No. 2 Middle School.

A filthy man was standing at the door full of anger.

"Bastard, bastard, where have you all died !!!"

Yu Xiaowei's face was flushed, his eyes were very wide, the rain in the sky was heavy, but it seemed that Yu Xiaowei's anger could not be extinguished.

我们 "We, let's go buy some water for Xiaowei!"

He said innocently.

"Go to death!"

晓 Yu Xiaowei kicked directly to the follower and dropped the follower to the ground. "Are you all eating shit?"

Speaking of the two words eating shit, Yu Xiaowei's face suddenly changed, and then he vomited towards the side.

Of course, at this time, Yu Xiaowei could not vomit anything, so he could only spit out some stomach acid.

A few people standing next to Yu Xiaowei looked at Yu Xiaowei's current situation and Yu Xiaowei's whole stench, and could not help taking a small step back.

"Are you so many of you, none of you saw the one who just hit me?" Yu Xiaowei asked angrily.

"No, no!"

Another said hesitantly.

"Eat all shit!"

晓 Yu Xiaowei kicked out again, and that fell to the floor.

跟 The tragedy of being a follower is here.

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Poor Yu Xiaowei, decisively enjoyed a wonderful meal in the toilet of No.2 Middle School without knowing who was behind him.

Of course, for those things, if a friend who is eating has affected your appetite, it is really Yu Xiaowei's fault.

镚 Zhao Gangzhen had a cold again.

This is the thirty-first cold of Zhao Gangzhang after he got rain.

Of course, you don't catch a cold every time you get rain, nor do you have a fever every time you catch a cold.

镚 Zhao Gang 镚 has a fever.

"What the hell."

Huang Lingling took a towel and twisted the water while watching Zhao Gangzhen with concern, and said, "How old are people, and they are still in the rain!"

"Hey."

镚 Zhao Gang stubbornly smiled, no matter how powerful people are, they are weak in front of the sick.

镚 Zhao Gangzhen is no exception.

Now Zhao Gangchen only feels weak and weak, and his head hurts so much. It depends on two people.

"39 degrees!"

Huang Lingling held a thermometer, and her look of blame was even heavier. "Look, it's burning so much!"

"Sorry, Sister Lingling."

镚 Zhao Gang 镚 smiled apologetically and said, "I'm going to trouble you again."

"I'm your sister, tell me what's the matter with you?" Huang Lingling looked at Zhao Gangyu distressed, put an ice towel on Zhao Fortune's forehead, and said, "You don't even know how to take care of yourself, you are stupid."