Chapter 62 You Are My Little Follower

"hiss--"

Shen Xun embarrassedly grabbed Song Yaoyao's wrist, "Song Yaoyao, you are so fucking real!"

He bared his teeth and twitched his sore eyelids.

This stinky girl, who specifically slaps him in the face, doesn't know the truth of hitting people without slapping in the face?

Song Yaoyao, who was above, tilted her head and stared at him faintly, "Why not be serious?"

With a slight twist of her wrist, Shen Xun didn't even notice how she did it, Song Yaoyao quickly broke free from his restraint.

Another punch-

"Well……"

Shen Xun gritted his teeth, "I'll be angry if you hit me again!"

"Snapped--"

tsk...

Shen Xun frowned, and reached out to grab Song Yaoyao. What he thought was very simple, let's control the person first.

He didn't really want to fight, bullying a little girl who fell down when the wind blew, and wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?

But who would have thought that in the next minute, Shen Xun's expression of interest disappeared, replaced by a seriousness that he had never had before.

She is like a small loach, unable to catch her at all.

And with great strength, Shen Xun couldn't restrain her——

once or twice...

Huo Ningxi watched, and the gaze that fell on Song Yaoyao gradually became solemn.

Wasn't it an accident?

When Song Yaoyao took a kick, seemingly light and fluttering, but directly kicked Shen Xun against the wall, Shen Xun finally accepted his fate.

"Stop stop stop! I admit defeat I admit defeat!!"

Shen Xun's self-confidence continued to suffer, and he raised his hands to surrender.

Not to mention that he doesn't beat women, even if he does, he may not necessarily be Song Yaoyao's opponent. This thought made his mood very delicate.

Huo Ningxi raised her eyebrows and gave Shen Xun a deep look.

There was no reluctance to be seen on his face.

Is he really playing?

Song Yaoyao gasped for breath, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she didn't feel cold anymore.

"I am willing to admit defeat, and you will be my valet in the future," she said solemnly with a sullen face.

Shen Xun clutched his stomach and leaned against the wall, actually feeling a little funny, "I can't see it, classmate Song, you are born with divine power?"

He is a big boy of 1.8 meters, and he has never hit her.

"Remember our bet."

Huo Ningxi glanced suspiciously at the two of them, but he still didn't believe that Shen Xun would lose.

More likely, he didn't want to fight Song Yaoyao at all.

But only by experiencing it in person can you know what kind of explosive power is contained in this petite body.

Her reaction speed is astonishing, and she herself is a very stubborn and serious person. Since she promised to fight, she must win.

Song Yaoyao walked upstairs, sweating all over her body just now, but the cold wind blew, and she shivered from the cold.

She walked fast, and the moment she passed Huo Ningxi, her wrist was suddenly grasped.

Huoningxi looked sideways, frowning, "Song Yaoyao, are you crying?"

Didn't you win?

Song Yaoyao tucked her little hands into her sleeves, sniffed and threw him away, her tone sullen, "Do you want to take care of me?"

After that, her petite figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Did she cry?" The wound at the corner of her mouth was sore as soon as she spoke, Shen Xun took a deep breath, and said speechlessly, "Is it not me who should cry?"

Huo Ningxi sneered, "Isn't it shameful to say it out loud if you can't beat a little girl?"

He put his hands in his pockets, and seeing that the rain outside was much lighter, he didn't bother to go back to the classroom, and went straight down the stairs.

沈洵眉宇间弥漫着戾气，笑的不羁随意，“我可不像霍大少那么爱面子，昨天下午在校门口，被揍得地方还好吗？”

Huo Ningxi: Which pot can't be opened and lifted, is Shen Xun knocking inside! Did you hear the knock?

Brother Xun: Grandpa is not deaf.