The Basketball Association bet dealer cheated and embezzled 300,000 yuan in gambling money, accidentally got involved in the master of the 32-level personality. How could it be that simple?

Song Baojun was full of anger and rode his bicycle back to the East Campus. It was already 2:30 in the afternoon, and it was almost afternoon class time. The bank ATM next to the teaching building took out 20,000 yuan in cash and walked up the stairs to the classroom as if nothing had happened.

Meeting Liu Xiyue at the door, Song Baojun pretended to be inadvertently and said, "By the way, I borrowed you ten thousand dollars yesterday, and I will repay you later."

Liu Xiyue remembered this incident, jumped up and smiled and said, "Yes! I remember you borrowed money to bet on football yesterday, with a total odds of 1 to 15. How much did you win with your principal? Is there 200,000? Treat it quickly!"

Song Baojun's head suddenly turned into two big ones, and he smiled bitterly: "Win means winning, but unfortunately he didn't get the money."

"What do you mean?" Liu Xiyue glared at her beautiful big eyes and pouted her lips hard. The subtext was obvious: If you dare to play with me, just wait for death!

Song Baojun said perfunctorily: "The huge sum of 200,000 to 300,000 yuan is also a student of our school. How can you raise such a large amount of money? At least it will be the end of the year. So I can't get the 10,000 yuan I borrowed for a while, so I will pay you back later."

Liu Xiyue thought about it and waved her hand generously, saying, "I don't want to pay it back if I don't pay it back. It sounds ugly! In short, what I want you to do with me in the future? Remember to be there anytime you call."

"Yes, my aunt!" Song Baojun dared not refuse to agree.

"Call me sister." Liu Xiyue finally became proud.

Song Baojun clenched his nostrils and said, "It's not worth the title if you're just 10,000 yuan." He said that, and walked into the classroom casually.

Liu Xiyue stamped her feet behind her: "Hmph, one day you will be willing to scream."

This class is "The Analects of Confucius>Selected Reading". Before the tutor came to class, the classroom was in a mess.

Song Baojun found the empty seat and sat down. Ye Jingchun was in the back row, staring at him with an unhappy look. Song Baojun was so mournful that he looked at Xiao Achun in the scene of entanglement with Sister Liu at the door of the classroom.

But the vulgar personality and pretentious talent would not easily reveal the panic look. Song Baojun smiled calmly and said hello: "A Chun, did you sleep well last night?"

Ye Jingchun nodded slightly and then stopped looking at him.

Song Baojun went into the chair and swept the classroom around. He found that most of the boys in this class did not come. However, many students who took the courses in other majors came. He took out the phone and called Long Ya: "Is it still playing mahjong in the dormitory? Can you make some progress? I was fooled by Huo Caifeng once, and I want to be fooled for the second time, the third time?"

Long Ya was a little embarrassed and annoyed: "Don't always mention that ****, right?" The microphone snatched the phone, but played a mahjong card.

"I mean, you were originally smart and a smart person, but unfortunately you were unwilling to think and study hard, and even became increasingly degenerate. Even a woman could play with you casually. What could it take for this? It would be better to turn back quickly. Everyone in the dormitory is playing cards? Call them over to class together, and I have something to ask you casually."

"Okay." Long Ya responded lazily.

Song Baojun hung up the phone and sat bored. He found that a boy he didn't know was reading a novel at the next door. There was a thick stack of books in the drawer, so he borrowed books from the boy.

The boy threw a book over and saw it. When Song Baojun saw it, the book title was "The Promise of the Female Heroes", author: Duke Dai of Dongchang. I don't know who wrote a few big words with a thick core oil pen with a thick oil pen. "Don't read the book's book!!!" The four exclamations were shocking.

Song Baojun was very depressed and returned the book again and asked, "Is there any other book? Zhang Junbao, Weixin's number, remember to follow it."

"It's gone!" The boy slapped a pile of thick books hard and said, "The four inner palace managers in the online literature are all here. Jingshifang Chief Manager Eunuch Ao, the imperial kitchen chief manager Eunuch Jing, the imperial horse chief manager Eunuch Feng, and the two governors of the east factory and the west factory..."

The boy was talking happily, suddenly a cold voice behind Song Baojun said, "Idiot, are you here to take a seat again?"

Looking back, it was Ke Yuwei, who had a dispute between the two parties in the last calligraphy class, followed by the girl with gorgeous makeup. I don’t know which department they were, but I was interested in listening to the Chinese department class.

"Take a seat?" Song Baojun reached out and took a circle in the air: "I can sit wherever I want in this classroom."

"Haha, how come you are still a class bully?" Ke Yuwei rolled up his sleeves and looked quite eager to try: "Believe it or not, I'll let you get out of this classroom immediately?"

During the last dispute, he was stabbed in the mouth by Song Baojun with a mineral water bottle. He said at that time that he was not wary of it, and even was attacked by a villain. This time he was eager to find face in front of his sweetheart and immediately stepped forward to provoke.

Song Baojun stood up slowly and looked at him, shook his head and said, "I don't believe it, come and prove it?"

Ke Yuwei said angrily: "Then you can try it!"

Song Baojun's face suddenly changed drastically, and he stared at the window behind Ke Yuwei, as if he had seen something incredible.

Ke Yuwei was stunned. Song Baojun pointed at him and shouted exaggeratedly: "Ah! UFO!"

Ke Yuwei couldn't help but want to turn his head. He turned his neck halfway and found something was wrong, so he hurriedly turned back. At this moment, Song Baojun grabbed a thick book "The Female Heroes' Request" and took a heavy shot on his face. With a "bang", it was very crisp and pleasant.

“To you, IQ is just a derogatory term.”

Ke Yuwei was so angry that his blood vessel was about to burst, and he was about to pull out his fist!

At this moment, there were suddenly a few black figures beside Ke Yuwei, some tall and short, some fat and thin, some with cigarettes in their mouths, and some with nostrils facing the sky, and they all looked at him with a look of looking at a dead pig.

"Brother Jun, is there something wrong with this guy's eyes? How dare he punch you in the Chinese classroom?"

"Brother Jun, can I describe him as a lone hero? One person dares to challenge a class of people."

"Mom Xipi! I'm afraid of life! Is there any reason for beating people in the classroom? Is there any law of justice?"

Everyone said and said something. Ke Yuwei's fist seemed to be tightly repelled by the same pole of the powerful magnetic field. He stopped at the front of Song Baojun's face and trembled slightly. He could no longer move forward. Cold sweat dripped from his nose one by one, barely squeezed out a sentence: "This, this is a serious university class. What do you want? Don't do it, don't do it, otherwise it will be not that fun to violate school rules and regulations."

Song Baojun took the book and patted him on the face again: "Who did it? Who did it? We are civilized people!"

Ke Yuwei's face turned red: "You, what do you want?"

Song Baojun continued to pat his face for the third time: "Who wants to do what? Who wants to do what? We are good students who abide by the law!"

The members of the otakus Brotherhood around him laughed and Ke Yuwei looked gloomy and looked gloomy. He pulled the girl beside him and turned around and left. The girl shouted in anger: "What's wrong? Why are you so weak and let them bully you?"

Ke Yuwei didn't say a word, walked faster and faster, and behind him was the laughter of everyone resounding throughout the classroom.

It was still early now, and the mentor had not come. Everyone found seats one by one to sit down. Long Ya sat next to Song Baojun and whispered: "Ajun, what's wrong?"

Song Baojun took out a thick stack of cash, pointed out about 15,000 yuan in banknotes, and said, "This is the prize money from yesterday's competition. I'll help you get some points later."

Yesterday, when he was betting before the basketball game, Song Baojun asked everyone to raise funds. He paid about 100 yuan per person and raised 1,000 yuan. At the odds of 1 to 15,000 yuan, the total prize money won was 15,000 yuan.

Long Ya was surprised and happy: "Have you really won the money?" He was usually casual and flirted with male and female classmates, but in fact he was not rich at home, and he still had to worry about making a living for three meals at the end of the month. At this time, he suddenly earned 1,500 yuan and was very happy.

Song Baojun took out another piece of paper, which contained the bet amounts of each person, some of which were seventy or eighty or one hundred and two or three, and explained: "You will give everyone money in this proportion later."

This was what Song Baojun dared to bet with money when the situation was unclear. Some people were reluctant to give it to him, saying that they would definitely not win. Only Brother Jun dared to make a promise, and the facts finally proved that he was correct.

Long Ya had only admired him, and pointed out five bills from the 1,500 yuan he deserved, put them on the table and pushed them towards Song Baojun, and smiled and said, "Ajun, this is the pumping for you. As for others, I will convince them."

Song Baojun thought that Long Ya was more courageous than others. When the two of them were hostile, they felt that he was pretending everywhere, but now they were in the same place. They found that this guy was actually pretty good and very good at being a human being. So they pushed the money back and said, "Our Otaku Brotherhood is one, everyone is united and not bullied by others. Why should I smoke your water? Don't mention this again in the future."

Long Ya refused but accepted it, and laughed and said, "Then like this, I'll let everyone raise funds and have a drink together tonight."

"Let's not talk about drinking or something." Song Baojun said: "Do you know the dealer who plays betting on the basketball association?"

Long Ya asked in a deep voice: "Are you talking about Brother Wen?"

"What? Brother Wen? Isn't it called Li Jianfei?" Song Baojun was shocked.

Song Baojun asked Long Ya to come over because he wanted to find out Li Jianfei's background. Long Ya's grades were not good or bad, but his popularity was surprisingly good. From the president of the Student Union, famous professors, to poor students, to the marginal otakus, he knew a lot of monsters and monsters or all kinds of religions. Before Song Baojun rose, he was a good brother-in-law in the Chinese department.

"Li Jianfei? Is it the one who always has a mushroom hair style, the flower name Mushroom Man, and everyone is called Fei Ge?"

Song Baojun nodded: "Yes, what is the connection between this person and Brother Wen you mentioned?"
Chapter completed!