Chapter 143 Dont Call The Police (1/2)

”Hobson?” Wendy looked at the person not far away and murmured.

”Hobson? Who is it? ” Steve asked, confused.

”My brother.” Wendy trotted towards Hobson.

Hobson's face was splashed water by his classmates. With one hand covering his face, he waved the other, trying to take something from them. ”Give it back to me,” he demanded.

”Ha-ha! I won't give it to you, you can come here to take it by yourself!”

”Fat pig, come here and get it!” The students teased.

”Look at him! He's as round as a pig, he's so slow!”

Hobson ignored their sarcasm. His face was splashed with water by his classmates, and he was unable to see clearly his road ahead.

”Give it to me! Please!” asked Hobson angrily.

”No, no, no. hahaha...” His classmates stepped back and splashed water on his face again.

They made fun of Hobson from the sideways to the street. There were a lot of cars on the street. It was very dangerous for them to go on like this.