As soon as he entered the classroom the next day, Jun Yehan ushered in another round of celebrations.

The room cheered, and the colorful cellophane spilled down with the sky.

It's the kind of inferior quality, the kind that everyone uses for birthdays, the kind of colored paper in the gift tube.

It was sprinkled all over his face.

Jun Yehan's breath was cold, and he frowned.

There was a sudden silence in the classroom.

Everyone is used to celebrating in this way.

It's lively and cheap, and it's easy to get the atmosphere.

This time, Jun Yehan took the first place in the grade, and they were all crazy with joy.

You must know that there is also a biological chain between classes, there are three classes in the second year of Wancheng High School, one class is the strongest, the second class is the second, and the third class is the abused scum.

I didn't expect that this year's class actually came out of the first grade, and they fought such a beautiful turnaround.

This is also so impressive!

In the future, I will no longer be afraid of that group of bastards when I go to the toilet!

But they seem to have forgotten that their classmate Meng is just a cold, emotionless machine.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to react.

Jun Yehan frowned, slapped off the colored paper on his body, walked in hard and coldly, and walked to his seat.

Every time he walked to a place, the people around him automatically dispersed, like a pair of shadowless hands, manipulating and directing them.

Jun Yehan frowned again.

The classmates who were closer to him panicked, and at the same time remembered Li Zerui's dislocated arm, and suddenly felt that his arm was also a little painful.

Especially Zhou Weifeng and Wang Kun, who were in charge of buying the gift flower tube, were about to cry.

"Thank you. ”

Just when everyone was trembling, weak and helpless, the president who walked to the position and the student said two words stiffly.

It's really raw and hard, like throwing a cold pebble in a cooking pot.

Hard, cold.

Thank you?

Says who?

They looked at each other in horror and saw the answer in each other's incredulous eyes.

Meng said thank you to them?

The cold, fierce, arrogant and domineering classmate Meng didn't beat them, but said thank you to them?

The classroom was quieter, quieter than before, so quiet that I couldn't even hold my breath.

And then there was a splashing cheer.

"Oh my God, Meng said thank you!"

"The boy who says thank you is the most handsome!"

"Meng is so good, I don't usually see how hard I work, so I took the first place in the grade!"

"Meng deserves to be my male god!"

......

Jun Yehan, who was still a little uncomfortable, was speechless for a while.

...... Immature!

The class bell rang, and Mr. Ma walked in with a stack of test papers.

For the first time, I didn't get angry because of the chaotic classroom discipline.

"The classmates all know it, Meng Feitian took the first grade exam this time! It's so glorious for our third class, come, everyone applauds him!"

The whole class cheered again, all the students were applauding vigorously, and even Xu Liqing, who had been scolded last time, was excited.

Teacher Ma waited for everyone to make a fuss for a while, and then pressed his hands in the air, "But, after you're happy, clean the classroom for me! Now start to issue rolls, Meng Feitian 150 ......."

With the teacher's voice, everyone's eyes once again focused on Jun Yehan.

In school, whoever gets good grades is a hero.

Whoever doesn't study or has good grades is simply an idol in everyone's eyes!

Jun Yehan grew up in sycophants and applause since he was a child, and he was never interested in the praise of others.

But these people in front of them are different, they are not pleasing him, they have nothing to ask for him, they don't even know his identity, they just worship him simply and sincerely and are happy for him.

It was a strange feeling, so strange that it made him a little overwhelmed.

I feel a little more soft in my heart.

Since he met Mr. Yun, he has become less and less aware of himself!

"Boom...... Bang! bang, bang......"

Suddenly, there was a earth-shattering sound of metal clashing outside.

Bursting, abrupt.

The teacher and classmates who were in class were stunned for a while, and when they reacted, they all hugged to the balcony.

Downstairs, outside the school gate, a bunch of tattooed and shirtless people were slamming the iron door from time to time with wrenches and shovels, shouting there.

"Move out, or we'll smash it!"

"Don't toast, don't eat, eat and drink!"

"Get out of here if you know each other!"

"If you don't leave, I'll bulldoze you and the school together!"

......

This is, forced demolition?!

Jun Yehan's eyes were cold.

He silently withdrew from the crowd.

"What's going on?!"

The voice implied a violent rage, and the momentum of the superior could not be stopped.

Feng Junchi stood up on the other end of the phone, "Boss, it's an order from Huang Yuan, the project manager of the Uniasia Branch, under the group. I just found out, so I'll deal with it right away!"

Very good. A project manager of a branch dared to be the head of the head office.

It seems that someone sees that he, the president, is alive and dead, and can't wait to stand up!

Ever since the demolition notice came down, Yun Chu has been asking around to see where there is a suitable place to move the school.

Although Feng Junchi agreed to her request last time, it was only delayed for a while, and the move still had to be moved in the end, and the venue still had to be found.

It's just that the school needs a large area, and they have little money, so where is there such a suitable place for a while.

Yun Chu was looking at the information on the computer and was dazzled, and Teacher Yuan ran in in a big shock.

"Oh no, no, Director Yun, something big has happened again!"

Yun Chu pinched his brows, very bald.

The last time he ran in like this, it was because the school was going to be demolished.

"What's the matter?"

"Demolition, the demolition team is already here! It's downstairs. ”

"What?!"

Yun Chu threw down the mouse and followed him out.

The school is in shambles.

Fortunately, there were only students making up classes today, and at this time the classes were all suspended, and the students and teachers were all lying on the balcony shivering, and the timid girls also let out one or two screams from time to time.

Yun Chuqi slapped the railing extremely.

"Junyao Group is too bastard! On the surface, he promised well, but he turned his head and threatened again, and sure enough, the capitalists didn't have a good thing!"

Thinking of her gratitude to Feng Junchi and Jun Yehan these days, she felt like a fool.

Jun Yehan, who came over and was about to comfort her, paused for a few seconds, and then gently held Yun Chu's hand on the railing: "Don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

Yun Chu was stunned for a moment.

"Trust me, Mr. Yun!"

Jun Yehan's voice is low and calm, with its own mixing effect, which is particularly convincing.

I don't know when, he has changed into a well-tailored suit, the whole person is cold and noble, with an aura that does not match his age.

In the panicked crowd of the school, he was like a light, standing firmly and brightly in front of Yun Chu, with reassuring power.

Yun Chuxin jumped a little fast, and it was very inappropriate to feel that such a president classmate was a bit flirtatious.