Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Gu Chengtou also did not return over the girl to leave.

Song Wen followed him and looked at the girl with an embarrassing look on her shoulder.

Societies, my brother, always have been.

I may be willing to fool people when I'm in a good mood, and I'm not even lazy to do it when I'm not in the mood.

The two of them arrived on the field.

Someone's already there, seeing them together, of course.

Gu Cheng threw his coat aside: “Fight first, I'll buy water. ”

“Bring me a bottle, thank you, Brother Cheng! ”

“Cheng, two bottles! ”

Gu Cheng stretched out a hand and waved back, indicating he knew.

He went to the mall, bought a few bottles of water, picked a few packets of snacks, and when he mentioned the stadium, something was wrong.

Second class, leveraged.

Song Wen's voice came out remotely: “We came first! ”

An arrogant voice sounded across the street: "We're still playing here at noon, aren't we booked for lunch? ”

Gu Cheng frowned and looked over.

The opposing parties clearly had unequal strengths.

A group of boys who stood opposite the second class were generally one inch taller than the second, muscularly developed and in stark contrast to the weak chickens of the second class, represented by Song Wen.

Gu Cheng closed his eyes for a moment and recognized several acquaintances.

A group of children, all on the school basketball team, always arrogant during the week.

He walked over with the bag.

“Zhang Zhihui, come to rob our second class? ”

The cold voice sounded, and the man who was most arrogant was obviously the leader.

“Gu Cheng?” He had an awkward smile on his face.

“Is this your class?” A boy named Zhang Zhihui refers to a group of people in Song Wen.

Gu Cheng didn't speak, just looked at him.

Zhang Zhihui obviously didn't think he could do this.

He deliberately came to look for the second class. Recently, the school basketball team was joined by several new recruits. Today, he came out with several people to practice. When he saw the second class of cultural students, he started to think a little bit in front of his schoolbrother.

I just didn't get it, but I wanted to pretend to be a pussy in front of my brother, and I actually ran into Gu Cheng, the Sha Xing.

But today, we must not lose face in front of the students.

Zhang Zhihui smiled: “Gu Cheng, this course is booked for noon. Your class is late indeed. ”

He whispered: "Bring your brother out to play ball today, you give me a face, take a step back...”

“Get out!”

Zhang Zhihui's smile stifled on his face.

Gu Cheng looked at him ridiculously: "What are you, you deserve me too? ”

Zhang Zhihui's golden iron blue got up: “Gu Cheng, don't give me face! ”

Gu Cheng threw the bag into the open space and moved his wrist: “Give me your face? With you? ”

“Say it again. Get out of our way. Get out of my way! ”

Zhang Zhihui didn't move, but a senior team member behind him couldn't help but say: “Fuck you, which one of you is that? You're quite arrogant. Scram? Scram your mother..."

The basketball team got used to being arrogant in Qingyuan Er on weekdays.

They often act together in groups of people, and they are all human beings. Normal students see that they are basically walking around. Over time, they have developed my first temper in the world.

Unfortunately, they met Gu Cheng.

Zhang Zhihui felt bad when he heard his brother's words.

He didn't have time to shout, so Gu Cheng moved.

No one responded, and the shouting sophomore was kicked to the ground by his foot.