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C2 Campus Pitiful Commander(2)

Qiu Lan looked down and saw an empty can.

"Kid, why did you come to pay your respects to us today?" One of them walked towards Qiu Lan with an evil smile.

Qiu Lan looked at the few people walking towards him, and he had a bad feeling.

He was too focused on looking for Ji Mingzhe to realize that these were the people who regularly threatened to extort the original owner!

Qiu Lan ignored them and turned around to leave. However, the person in the lead kicked on the wall and blocked Qiu Lan's way. The other three also surrounded him. Qiu Lan had his back against the teaching building and had no way out.

"What are you guys going to do?" Qiu Lan secretly clenched his hand into a fist and asked cautiously.

Facing Qiu Lan who had a thin figure and features more delicate than a little girl, the person in the lead sneered, "Why are you so daring today, do you still dare to ask? Shouldn't you just hand over the money obediently like before? "

Although Qiu Lan was nervous, he was at least a 20-year-old person in the real world. The arrogant and boastful way these youngsters thought themselves to be was really too much for them to complain about. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and say, "I didn't bring any money."

"Little thing actually dares to roll its eyes at me, who do you think you are!" The tall man was flustered and exasperated. His lackeys approached step by step, and one of them grabbed Qiu Lan by the collar.

"Speak, did you bring any money with you or not?"

Qiu Lan insisted, "I didn't." Then he felt himself wrenched forward by the collar, and at this rate the back of his head would be knocked against the wall in the next second.

Qiu Lan closed his eyes. However, at this critical moment, he suddenly felt that the hand holding his collar had loosened. More accurately, the man had fallen onto his back and was grimacing in pain.

Qiu Lan raised his head and locked gazes with a sharp face.

He had a tall and straight figure, a well-defined and flawless face, and an aura that could keep people away from him for a thousand miles … The person who came was his Target — Ji Mingzhe.

Ji Mingzhe didn't look at Qiu Lan and moved his wrist a bit. His eyes swept over the four people coldly.

"You, what are you doing!" When the tall one saw Ji Mingzhe, he couldn't even speak properly, but he still forced himself to ask.

"This person." Ji Mingzhe kicked the person lying on the ground, and said without any emotion in his voice, "You pissed me off earlier."

"This is too outrageous!" The tall man also kicked that person, pretending to be stern as he shouted, "Hurry up and apologize to him!"

The person lying on the ground struggled to get up, and said emotionally, "Brother Zhe, I was wrong. I will definitely stay far away from you in the future!"

Ji Mingzhe cast a glance at him, parted his lips and said, "Hurry up and f * ck off."

"Brother Zhe, you're busy. We'll leave first!" The four people who had been so cocky ran away without a trace, leaving only Qiu Lan and Ji Mingzhe behind.

Ji Mingzhe looked at the direction they went in and let out an inaudible snort. He put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform and opened his long legs, intending to leave.

"About that …" Qiu Lan said timidly. His white face was flushed from excitement.

Ji Mingzhe stopped when he heard that and asked in a neutral tone, "Is there something you need?"

Qiu Lan thought to himself, of course I have something to do, I need to shake hands with you, but he can't just say it out loud. Not only would he be treated as a lunatic, he would also face the risk of being beaten up.

"I would like to ask, who are you?" Qiu Lan pretended not to know Ji Mingzhe, and tried to use the opportunity of "Nice to meet you" to shake hands with him.

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