In the hallway outside the classroom of the seventh class of the third year of high school.

Teacher Jiang's face was solemn and he sighed, "Han Dong, you are a good boy. Yes, you are a very good kid. But now that there are 95 days left in the college entrance examination, it is not worth it for you to vent your anger for the teacher. ”

Han Dong said politely: "Actually, it's also my own psychological problem. ”

Teacher Jiang said, "Han Dong, thank you...... However, this is likely to affect your college entrance examination, and violence is not the right way to solve the problem. Okay, you don't talk about it. In this matter, I will communicate with your class teacher and the head of the year myself, and try to suppress the influence. ”

Let's talk about it.

He patted Han Dong on the shoulder, his eyes were full of relief, and he said in a low voice, "Go back and study hard." By the way, remember to make it clear to Gao Yang, don't take responsibility yourself. ”

"Yes. ”

Han Dong pursed his lips and returned to the classroom first, which suddenly made the slightly uproaring classroom quiet, and all the students were looking at Han Dong.

......

During the end of class.

In the penultimate row of the classroom, Han Dong sat next to Gao Yang.

On the desk, there are a mess of books, books, and extracurricular books...... Gao Yang's fellow boys had already walked out of the classroom in silence, for fear of disturbing Han Dong.

"Gao Yang. ”

Han Dong said solemnly: "Last martial arts theory class...... My temper is a little short-tempered, and I beat you up without severity, which is my mistake. ”

Gao Yang trembled and was silent.

"Teacher Jiang also advised me that violence is not the way to solve problems. Han Dong said seriously, knowing that it is a virtue that he should adhere to when he knows his mistakes. As he spoke, he picked up a delicate fountain pen resting on the table: "Actually, I think what Mr. Jiang said is very right. ”

Click!

The delicate fountain pen is broken in an instant, split in two, and is crisp and neat.

The blue-black color pen and ink splashed on the test paper on the table, Han Dong took out the crumpled tissue in his pocket, gently wiped the ink-stained paper, and looked at Gao Yang: "Gao Yang, what do you think?"

“......”

Gao Yang glanced at the blue-black ink on the table, then at the broken ends of the pen, and his body slammed into a spirit.

"Han Dong, you're right. We were all classmates, there was no grudge, and the last class was just a misunderstanding. He decided to forgive his classmates, after all, everyone has a bad mood when they look up and don't look down in the class.

Han Dong nodded: "How about the abrasions on your face." ”

Gao Yang squeezed out a smile and said in a low voice: "It's just a small bruise, it's fine." Get some sleep and the next day. ”

Han Dong put down the pen that had been broken in half and sighed: "I will try my best to correct my wrong temper, and I hope you don't take it to heart." ”

Anyway.

He got up and left his seat and returned to his seat.

On the seat in the penultimate row, Gao Yang's right hand was slowly raised, trembling slightly, picking up the pen that had been broken in half, and taking a deep breath.

Clearly visible.

The internal structure of the pen is almost normal, except for the jagged sharpness of the fractures.

......

In the classroom, by the window, in the third row.

Han Dong looked happy, took the application form on the table, and said secretly: "Since I have obtained Principal Yu's autograph, I can find the director of the third grade of high school and ask him to add me to the list of martial arts students." ”

"As for martial arts practice......

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will follow Sun Hui and them to the fitness activity building and start practicing martial arts. But Sun Hui once mentioned that Ning Lao's temper was not very good. In case I joined halfway through and made Ning Lao dissatisfied...... Well, it shouldn't be. ”

Han Dong unconsciously turned the black carbon pen.

At present, he urgently needs to determine what level his martial arts level has reached, and the other is to practice pile gong, find gray airflow, and improve his martial arts level as soon as possible.

"Huh?"

Han Dong looked at Gu Yuanliang, who was at the same table on the right, and said suspiciously, "What do you always see me doing?" Hey, why is your face so ugly?"

Goo-dong.

Gu Yuanliang smiled and said, "Same, at the same table...... I want to go to the toilet. ”

Han Dong said strangely: "Then you can go." ”

Gu Yuanliang smiled and slowly stood up, he was really completely frightened by Han Dong's actions in the previous class...... He never imagined that the friendly table he had shared with him for more than a year would be so violent!

Han Dong also stood up and made room for Gu Yuanliang.

Xu Churan, who was sitting at the back table, unconsciously wiped her pink nails, hung her head, and her beautiful face showed a hint of apprehension, for fear that Han Dong would notice her.

After a while.

Han Dong sat in his seat, tidying up his desk, his mind full of thinking about how to continue to find a new gray airflow.

At this time, a girl standing alone sat in the first row, raised her clear eyes, and looked back at Han Dong. Although he has no makeup, his face is still clear, and he has a beautiful and refined charm. Compared to other high school girls, her face is really white and tender.

She was the girl who was anxious about Teacher Jiang just now and exclaimed because of Han Dong.

"Han Dong. ”

She walked up to Han Dong and said softly, "It's our group's turn to be on duty today...... You, you left early last week. ”

Han Dong looked up and smiled, "Okay, I won't forget it today." ”

When she saw Han Dong smiling, the girl also breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Well, I just remind you, lest you forget it again." With that, she turned away.

Han Dong watched her leave, and suddenly sighed.

This is Li Ziwei, the girl he had a crush on for three years in high school, and a deep memory of his youth.

Looking back on the original high school days, not only Han Dong himself, but also the male classmates in other classes often peeked at Li Ziwei. is not only because of Li Ziwei's pure beauty, but also because of Li Ziwei's elegant and ladylike temperament, as well as the bonus of excellent results.

Pity.

Time has passed, and in his previous life, he has found a lover who wants to join hands for the rest of his life, not Li Ziwei.

Li Ziwei, who had just taken two steps, naturally heard Han Dong's sigh. She paused, then picked up speed and returned to her seat in the first row.

......

During the evening self-study period.

Han Dong closed the political book, took the application signed by the principal, walked out of the classroom, and walked along the corridor to the end, and came to a light yellow door marked 'Director of Age's office.

Knock knock.

Han Dong knocked lightly on the door.

A deep voice came from inside: "Come in!"

Han Dong pushed the door in, and what greeted him was a small office, with messy test papers placed in a mess, and a man in a cotton suit was looking down at a book. When he saw Han Dong wearing a blue and white school uniform, he couldn't help frowning and said, "What class are you from?"

This is the director of the third year of high school, Jiang Gang.

Han Donglian said: "Hello director, I'm here to apply for a martial arts student......

"I asked you what class you were in. Jiang Gang raised his eyelids and interrupted Han Dong's words. He casually put down the book in his hand, and the cover was a colorful pattern, like a magazine.

"The seventh class of the third year of high school. ”

Han Dongdao.

Jiang Gang nodded, knocked on the table with his left palm, and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing here, why don't you go back to class well." ”

Han Dong's face was calm: "Director Jiang, I'm here to apply for a martial arts student." ”

He had expected that the grade director named Jiang Gang could be called arbitrary, and if he directly approached Jiang Gang to apply, he was afraid that it would have a great impact, even to the point of 'finding parents'.

"What nonsense. Jiang Gang slapped the table and frowned: "You don't study hard, what do you think of crooked ways? You also turned into a martial arts student, do you think the school is your home? You can play as much as you want?"

Syllable.

Jiang Gang pressed his left palm on the desk, held the magazine in his right hand, and said casually: "You go back to class first, I have to ask your head teacher Li Ming carefully about this matter." In addition, it is basically impossible to become a martial arts student now, it is very difficult, after all, the school also has rules and regulations. ”

"I hope you understand. ”

Anyway.

He stared intently at the magazine, ready to flip through it with relish...... Turning into a martial arts student? This is simply the joke of the year, how can you say that it will be turned around, it is impossible.

"Director Jiang. ”

Han Dong didn't leave, walked straight to the desk, and handed out an application: "This is my application, which has President Yu's autograph...... The principal said that he could transfer today, Director Jiang, you see if there is some misunderstanding. ”

Oh?

Principal's signature?

Jiang Gang hurriedly put down the magazine, picked up Han Dong's application, and immediately stared at the bottom line of handwriting: Agree that the student will be transferred to a martial arts student, Yu Haocheng.

Is it really President Yu's signature?

The handwriting is somewhat similar, but can a senior high school student get the principal's signature? Does he have anything to do with Principal Yu?

Thinking of this, Jiang Gang naturally put away the magazine, and a smile appeared on his face: "Classmate Han Dong, it is actually very difficult to become a martial arts student...... But with President Yu's approval, the process will be faster. ”

"That's ...... You go back first. ”

"I'll communicate with the principal here, if it's okay, it's just a matter of the past two days. ”

......

Five minutes later, inside the office of the senior director.

Jiang Gang frowned, stared coldly at Han Dong's handwritten application, and muttered to himself, "Do you think that I will take it for granted and believe you without checking with Principal Yu?"

"Interesting. ”

"Can you, Han Dong, get Principal Yu......'s signature? I know all the students from prominent families! There is no Han Dong in this, which is really interesting. The corners of Jiang Gang's mouth drew a grim smile and made up his mind.

He squinted, picked up the school public phone and dialed the number of the principal's office, and began to brew anger in his heart, ready to educate Han Dong fiercely later, and asked Han Dong's parents to come to the school immediately to deal with this lying and deception.

Terrible!

Honk.

Doodle.

The phone was connected, and a deep voice came out: "Hello?"

Jiang Gang hurriedly turned into a smile, his tone was also very respectful, and he replied: "Principal Yu, I am Jiang Gang, the director of the third grade of high school. That is true...... Han Dong, a student in the seventh class of the third year of high school, just gave me an application form to become a martial arts student, with your signature on it. I'll check with you here. ”

In a flash.

Jiang Gang sneered in his heart, waiting for Principal Yu's questioning and anger, as if he had also seen Han Dong crying bitterly.

The next moment.

An unmistakable voice came from the phone: "That classmate Han Dong is right, you deal with this matter for him as soon as possible, don't let him wait any longer." ”

Crash.

The phone hangs up.

"What? Is this true?" Jiang Gang listened to the beeping sound coming from the microphone, looked at the application in his hand dumbfounded, and took a breath: "It's really Principal Yu's signature, is this Han Dong's family very powerful?"

He hadn't thought about it at all.

An ordinary student went straight to the principal's office...... After all, this is not an ordinary high school, this is Suhe Senior Experimental High School, and the teaching building is built separately, not in the teaching building.

Unless the grades are extremely good, it is difficult for ordinary students to get close to the principal.

"Huh?"

A cold sweat broke out in Jiang Gang's brain: "Wait...... Wait! What did Principal Yu's last sentence mean? Don't let Han Dong wait any longer? I, I didn't know this Han Dong before, let alone deliberately delayed!"