Chapter 47
Chapter 47
“Building A 121, it should be here!”
According to the information on the room card, Feng Yixiu quickly found the location of own dormitory.
This Qingyun College is worthy of being a key high school, and the dormitory environment is also first-class, both in terms of sanitary conditions and hardware equipment.
When he just wanted to push the door directly in, he heard a harsh laughter from inside.
“Which hillbilly is this! This suitcase looks like a sack.”
“Oh…this guy shouldn’t be a mommy! How dare you still carry your own family portrait with you!”
“Hahaha… this kid is still carrying a sachet! I don’t know who sent it, it’s too ugly!”
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Feng Yi Xiu frowned and kicked open the door of the dormitory with a sharp kick.
At this moment, two men wearing famous brands were looking at their own luggage. They turned over his clothes and Life supplies in a mess, and one of them was holding his only family portrait.
The two heard a loud noise, and at the same time looked towards the door, both of them had expressions of contempt, without a trace of apology.
“You guys put it down for me!” Feng Yixiu trembled all over, trying to forbear as much as possible.
“You are Feng Yixiu! Isn’t it just a Dingban rubbish? What kind of bull are you!” One of the men stood up and said coldly.
“I’ll say it again one last time, put down the photo in your hand for me!” Feng Yixiu’s eyes slowly became cold.
There are really few things he cares about in his life. This is one of the sachets that Shen Ruyu gave to own and the family portrait of own.
The two of them even looked at own luggage when they were no longer talking, and they were still swearing like this in their backs!
The man who stood up frowned. Not only did he not plan to put down the photo, but he threw the sachet directly on the ground and sneered: “Do you know who you are talking to? I’m a genius from Class A, you’re a little guy. It’s better to find out where the class’s trash is. I’m the boss of this dormitory!”
After that, he slowly raised his own foot, ready to step on the family portrait directly with his dusty shoes.
At this moment, Feng Yixiu’s mind kept replaying his happy childhood, and the warm smiles of his father and mother kept reverberating in his mind.
His pupils also suddenly dilated, his heart rate suddenly more than doubled, and he clearly felt that his own blood flow rate was also increasing.
Not only that, there seemed to be millions of ants biting frantically in his own blood vessels, and the intense pain made him almost fainted.
But looking at the falling soles, Feng Yixiu tried to maintain a clear consciousness, and finally the huge pain finally reached a peak, like a dam flood, a strong thunder force broke out!
“Ding! Detecting that the host is in an extreme state, automatically activate blood psychic.”
At this moment, the long-lost electronic alert sounded in Feng Yixiu’s mind again, and he immediately felt that the blood flowing in his own bloodline was no longer just blood, but the power of thunder!
Feng Yixiu moved, and his figure disappeared in the same place in an instant, only to see a slight electric explosion in the place where he just stayed, and he arrived in front of the man as if teleporting.
The fist with the power of thunder slammed out with full force, and the air made a series of violent noises. When the other side didn’t react at all, he just wanted to raise his own fist to block him, and Feng Yixiu’s fist was already printed on his chest.
