Endless Pampering Only For You

Feng Tian Qi Yan laughed, put one hand on the back of the chair, and poked at Jun Zeye, "Why do you say this is your place? Now I am sitting here, this is my place!"

"That ..." Mu Xiaoxiao saw that the situation was somewhat tense and didn't want to cause quarrels and wanted to reconcile.

I saw that the boy sitting in front turned his head and whispered to Feng Tianqi, "Here is his place, Tian Qi, come up quickly, come and sit with me."

Feng Tianqi has a bright personality, and it is easy to mingle with the boys.

Hearing this, Feng Tianqi's face sank, "I don't want it! I just want to sit with Xiaoxiao."

He patted the desktop with a slap, raised his chin proudly, and said to Jun Zeye, "I don't care if you sit here, anyway, when I come, this position is empty!"

"Tian Qi, don't talk about it, don't provoke him, he ..." The boy at Feng Tianqi's front table looked very afraid of Jun Zeye's look, and he didn't even dare to look at it.

Jun Zeye took off the backpack on his shoulder and put it on Mu Xiao's tabletop, making a loud noise.

I saw the other classmates, completely in a bow-struck bird's posture, shrinking to the furthest corner, and looked at Jun Zeye in horror.

Fengtian Qi frowned and looked puzzled.

What are these students doing?

This momentum is strong, but shouldn't you be so scared?

Jun Zeye's lip was closed slightly, and his voice asked coldly, "Can't you get up?"

Feng Tianqi said arrogantly, "I just can't get up, how can you give me? Hit me? Come on! I'm not afraid!"

Are they fighting?

That's exactly what he wanted. He couldn't find an opponent recently.

"Tianqi!" The boy at the front table wanted to remind him again.

But useless.

Jun Zeye didn't like to talk nonsense, and stretched his right hand backwards, seemingly raising a corner of the windbreaker casually.

However, the next second, he pulled out a gun that was not at his waist.

The long arm crossed Mu Xiaoxiao, and the muzzle pointed at Feng Tianqi's forehead.

The classmates crowded in the corner took a sigh of relief and squeezed even harder, and some even escaped the classroom.

Mu Xiaoxiao was startled, looked at Jun Zeye nervously, and hurriedly said to him, "Speak well if you have something!"

Oh my god, he pulls his gun?

Feng Tianqi laughed and said twice, "Think I'm afraid? Who would you frighten with a fake gun?"

The boy at the front table kept shaking his head at him.

Jun Zeye looked at Feng Tianqi indifferently, and when he heard this sentence, his arms just moved down the window in a balanced manner.

Suddenly, a bang!

The classmates shouted in fright.

On the trunk of the tree outside the window, a hole can be seen passing through.

Feng Tianqi's pupils contracted and her face was a little ugly.

The gun is real!

This man actually came to school with a real gun?

It's too lawless!

Of course, Mu Xiaoxiao knew that Jun Zeye's gun was real, but he did not expect that he would be bold enough to shoot, no, how could this person be afraid?

When she saw Jun Zeye ignored her words, she said to Feng Tianqi, "Go ahead and sit in front of me! Come on!"

"Little ... Feng Tianqi looked at her in a grievance.

"Okay, go quickly." Mu Xiaoxiao tugged at him.

Feng Tianqi stood up reluctantly and left from the position. He wanted to go to the front table, but the aisle was blocked by Jun Zeye.

He sighed unhappyly, "You're off! The seat is back to you, are you proud? Huh!"