"Haha, you kid is so amazing. He actually made everyone cry," Zhang Xiaoming said excitedly.

At this time, the two were already walking back to the classroom.

Li Xiaohu looked at Zhang Xiaoming with a bad expression, "Damn, can you stop talking so ambiguously? Are you feeling full of love?"

Zhang Xiaoming blinked, not understanding why, the Internet was not very developed at this time, and there were not many young people who knew the profound connotation of "spreading love".

Li Xiaohu smiled boredly and looked at the guitar in his hand, and felt awkward.

If this was given to a beautiful woman, he would certainly accept it with pleasure, but the problem is that the person who gave the guitar was a beautiful boy with great potential for "baby love", which made Li Xiaohu feel uncomfortable all over.

This guitar is very exquisitely made and should be the work of a famous teacher. Needless to say, it must be very expensive. But Li Xiaohu is not a guitar enthusiast in his past and present lives. The rough workmanship of the big road guitar is actually not much different from the high-end products produced by the famous teacher.

In the classroom, when the students saw Li Xiaohu walking in with a guitar, they all had strange faces.

It’s really because Li Xiaohu’s image was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even Zhang Xiaoming, who was a deskmate and best friend, didn’t know that Li Xiaohu could play guitar, let alone other classmates who always respected Li Xiaohu and thanked Li Xiaohu. Anyone who saw "Old Niu playing the piano" would feel a little strange.

The two of them swaggered back to the "A" seat in the last row of the classroom. Li Xiaohu knocked the guitar on the wall behind him, took out a stack of clean manuscript paper, and buried his head in continuing his great cause of copying the article.

Zhang Xiaoming took out a comic from the desk, hid it on the desk and put it behind Lao Gao's pile of books, and looked like a sneaky thief.

The remaining two classes in the afternoon were just overwhelmed.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of the last class, Zhang Xiaoming jumped up, called Li Xiaohu, and rushed to the cafeteria. He walked outside for a while at noon, and his exercise volume was a little larger than usual, and the two of them had long been hungry.

On the way back, he agreed to treat him. When he was making a meal, Li Xiaohu wanted to help Zhang Xiaoming swipe the card, but was rejected by the other party.

"You kid is about to become a big money. You won't even think about using this little bit of bad things from the cafeteria and just send me away, right?" Zhang Xiaoming looked at Li Xiaohu with contempt, "Do you know, guys want to have a big meal? Not to mention the full meal of Man and Han banquet, at least there must be a top ten bowls or something?"

Before Li Xiaohu could speak, the chef in the cafeteria knocked over with a spoon first.

To be fair, although the food in the high school canteen is fried in a large pot, it is very good in terms of nutrition and taste, and is not much worse than the dishes fried in ordinary small restaurants. Zhang Xiaoming said it as a "rotten thing", so the chef is of course very unhappy.

"Haha, there are only ten bowls," Zhang Xiaoming held the plate and hid away from the chef's spoon. Li Xiaohu walked behind him and said with a smile: "Even if you want to eat the Manchu and Han chess, that's not bad. My buddy is not short of money now."

The top ten bowls are not specialties from Zhangjiajie, but the custom of Zhang Xiaoming's hometown to treat guests. The so-called top ten bowls means that when placing a banquet and treating guests, there should be no less than ten dishes on the table. In the past, when the economic conditions were not good, the host would do weddings and treat guests to dinner. There was no way out. Even if the old pickled vegetables were served on the table, he had to make up ten dishes. As long as there were ten dishes, he would have face, otherwise he would be called a stingy person.

The two found a seat to sit down and swallowed it up.

"Bang..." An empty meal plate was slapped on the table, "Brother Hu, let's have something to ask you for your good things, come here for a while!"

Li Xiaohu frowned, and did not raise his eyelids, and said lightly: "Does Chang Youfu, this kid, have no long legs? He wants to find me, but won't come by himself?"

Li Xiaohu didn't have to look at the voice of this person, and he knew who it was. Yesterday, when he was having lunch, this guy greeted him and called him "Brother Hu". However, yesterday he called "Brother Hu" very politely, but today it changed a little.

"Brother Hu, who is Mr. Fu? You should always know. If you let him come here in person, some things will be hard to say."

"Damn, Du Lei, you kid was Hu Zi's younger brother before. When did you become a lucky dog ​​again? Bah..." Zhang Xiaoming spat out a spit and said with contempt: "What I look down on the most is a traitor, traitor, and lackey like you..."

"Zhang Xiaoming, you are looking for death. Don't you want to stay in Garden High School?" Du Lei was angry and stared at Zhang Xiaoming fiercely.

"What a fool, do you really think you are a gangster? Get away..." Li Xiaohu waved impatiently, "Don't stand here annoyance, disturb me for dinner."

Du Lei dared to get angry with Zhang Xiaoming, but when facing Li Xiaohu, he was a little scared. He left a ruthless word and left in shame, "I think when will you be proud of it? It annoys Mr. Fu, and you are the ones that are good."

"Chang Youfu, I am quite rich, and it's a bit difficult to deal with," Zhang Xiaoming looked at Li Xiaohu worriedly, "Huzi, don't attack him."

The name Chang Youfu is very tacky, but his father is a real estate tycoon and is a well-known figure in China Overseas.

Li Xiaohu waved his hand and signaled that he would not do anything randomly.

In fact, Li Xiaohu was a little nervous at this time. He had never fought much in his previous life. Although he knew that his body now has extraordinary combat power and fighting was common, he was still unavoidable when he was about to take action seriously.

Chang Youfu sat a few tables away from Li Xiaohu, speaking a little louder and could hear each other. Seeing that the boy could not show off, he had to come over with four or five dog legs and said sarcastically: "Brother Hu's airs are getting bigger and bigger!"

Li Xiaohu glanced coldly. These little bitches were all acquaintances. They had flattered him hard before. Even Chang Youfu once won him more. Who made him a gold medal thug... People who can't get into the outside world in the school can be very useful for him.

"If you have anything to say, do you think you are really the big brother in the martial arts world like this?" Li Xiaohu pushed the plate, stood up, raised his eyes and stared at Chang Youfu.

I didn't feel that Li Xiaohu was so powerful that he stood up as soon as he stood up. The boys on the opposite side took a small step back together, and this kind of majesty was not something that could be blown out.

That's what the so-called momentum is.

Li Xiaohu's ability is well known.

Facing such a fierce tiger down the mountain, several teenagers who were already aggressive suddenly became short of breath.

Perhaps because he felt a little embarrassed, Chang Youfu immediately took another step forward and said calmly: "Li Xiaohu, others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid. Do you have the courage to hit me and try?"

"Why should I hit you?" Li Xiaohu felt puzzled, "If you really have this need, there are so many people in the cafeteria, each of them punches you, keeping it to the point of making you cry."

Zhang Xiaoming slapped the table and laughed loudly. Even Chang Youfu's few little legs almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Chang Youfu realized that he had said the wrong thing, and his face turned into a pig's liver. He was still a little scared of Li Xiaohu and glared at Zhang Xiaoming angrily, "Why are you laughing? Do you don't want to stay in Garden High School?"

It is worthy of being a group of people. Chang Youfu and Du Lei’s harsh words just now are like poured out of the same mold, and he will make people unable to survive in Garden High School.

Zhang Xiaoming curled his lips, his face full of disdain.

Li Xiaohu smiled. His deskmate was really not easily driven away.

Although Zhang Xiaoming is not tall, only 1.7 meters tall, he has a good physique and has learned a few tricks from Li Xiaohu, who is at the same table. If he really wants to fight, the few boys with thin arms and thin legs in front of him may not be enough to see.

But in the past, when others saw him having a good relationship with Li Xiaohu, they didn't provoke him, so few people knew that this vulgar boy was actually very good at fighting.
Chapter completed!