Wen Mo walked out of the main entrance with his schoolbag on his back, passed through the alley, and was dragged in. "Wen Mo, you got perfect marks in math again today."

Wen Mo nodded and said yes.

"Really?" He slapped him on the forehead, "You are very capable! Do you know that just because you got full marks in the exam, Lao Liutou made us stand for the whole class, and my legs were sore from standing, you say What should I do?"

Wen Mo thought for a while and said, "Then you...you should study hard and don't...don't take single-digit exams next time."

Slap him in the face: "Are you teaching us a lesson?"

Only then did Wen Mo realize that they were not really asking for his opinion, they were just looking for trouble with him.

Another boy said: "Why does he get perfect scores every time? I look at him like he is stupid."

"I also feel like there is something wrong with my brain. I can't understand people's words. Since you are so stupid, let me explain it clearly to you. Because you got perfect marks in the exam, Old Liu Tou made things difficult for us. Therefore, this account must be taken into account. On your head, understand?"

Wen Mo didn't understand.

He didn't feel that he should bear any responsibility for this matter.

So he shook his head, and the next second, he was kicked to the ground, "Talk back? I hate good students like you who please the teacher the most. Let's see what you can do, and you will pass the test every time." Such high scores make us look stupid, you know?”

‘Bang’ kicked the boy who was leading the bully on Wen Mo on the back. The boy immediately became angry, “Who the hell…”

Turning around, he saw a very beautiful girl standing in front of him.

This boy had just entered the Ninth Middle School. He didn't know much about Sister Qiao's reputation, so he became angry and said, "Who the hell are you?"

Wen Qiao pulled Wen Mo up, patted the dirt on his body, and looked at the three boys with stern eyes, "Wen Mo's sister, Wen Qiao."

The boy sneered, "Then do you know who I am, this sister?"

Wen Qiao walked up to him, smiled slightly, then raised his leg and gave him another heavy kick on the chest, "Sister, I don't need to know who you are, I'm going to blow your head off today!"

The other two boys panicked and stepped forward to pull Wen Qiao away. Wen Qiao stretched out his hand to support the wall and performed a roundhouse kick. The two high school boys were vulnerable and fell heavily to the ground.

The three of them panicked.

Wen Qiao walked up to the leading boy who was slumped on the ground, grabbed him by the collar of his clothes, and slapped him, "I failed the exam, do you blame my brother? Who taught you this?"

The boy was still stern: "Just wait for me, He Yuan, go to the vocational high school and call Brother Huang Mao."

The boy named He Yuan ran along the alley.

The boy shouted at Wen Qiao: "You are finished, you will be finished when Brother Huangmao comes!"

Wen Qiao slapped him again, "Really?"

After a while, noisy footsteps sounded behind him, as well as a wild voice saying, "Who dares to bully my little brother?" ’.

The boy's mouth was already swollen from being slapped by Wen Qiao. She put down her foot on his chest, turned around, clapped her hands, "It's me."

When Huang Mao saw Wen Qiao, he almost knelt down.

The hand that almost slapped her was in the air, "Hello, sister."

A year ago, it was this yellow-haired brother who blackmailed Wen Mo in an attempt to anger Wen Chi, and was finally taught a lesson by Wen Qiao.

Sister Qiao is the psychological shadow of this yellow-haired brother. When he sees this sister again now, he is almost fainting from fright.

The boy on the ground jumped up and covered his swollen face, "Brother, she was the one who hit me."

Huang Maopa slapped him on the head: "Why the hell are you talking to Sister Qiao? Apologize to Sister Qiao."

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