The teaching building of the Municipal Experimental Middle School, the middle section of the fifth floor.

A dark mahogany door marked 'Headmaster's Office' stands in the hallway, the same as the other wooden doors, but this notation makes this wooden door stand out from the rest.

"Principal's Office. ”

Han Dong took a deep breath, walked to the door, and knocked lightly.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a neat suit opened the wooden door and looked at Han Dong suspiciously...... In an instant, his face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice: "What class are you a student in?"

Between the words, there is a hint of dissatisfaction.

A student in a blue and white uniform came to the door of the principal's office and knocked on the door.

Han Dong said softly: "I am a student in the seventh class of the third year of high school, and I want to become a martial arts student, hoping to get the principal's signature." ”

He knew very well that the middle-aged man who opened the door in front of him was not the principal, but probably the assistant principal or the school office staff...... What he needs is the signature of the principal and the signature of Principal Yu of the Municipal Experimental Middle School.

The next moment.

The middle-aged man frowned and scolded: "Students of Class 7? Is your homeroom teacher Li Ming? I'll ask her in the afternoon, what's the matter with you! Go back to class immediately!"

"What martial arts student?"

"It's nonsense!"

Boom!

He closed the dark mahogany door and blocked Han Dong out.

What the?

Han Dong's face changed slightly, and he sighed in his heart...... Suddenly I knew that I had encountered the worst.

"When I worked in my previous life, I knew the most difficult ...... These people rely on a little power, and they are eager to show their majesty, and they judge everything according to their own ideas, and they cannot be discerned at all. ”

"There are not many such small leaders. ”

Han Dong gritted his teeth, took a few steps back, leaned against the cold wall, and took a deep breath: "But I actually encountered such a situation at such a critical moment!"

In fact, this is a small matter, at least for the principal.

However, if he cannot enter the principal's office, he will not be able to explain his thoughts to the principal in person, and it will be difficult for him to obtain the principal's signature.

What to do?

Han Dong exhaled slowly.

He couldn't force the door in, that would create a bad impression on Principal Yu. He couldn't go back to the classroom...... Once he wants to become a martial arts student, and is known by Mr. Li or the director of the third grade of high school, he may have to inform his parents!

His mom and dad will know!

But he can't tell his parents yet. At least you have to wait until the martial arts level reaches the seventh grade or above before you can confess the fact of 'turning into a martial arts student'.

"Hey, compared to those demons and monsters, what is such a little difficulty?" Han Dong's eyes gradually calmed down, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "If it's this little difficulty, I can't bear it, so I just jump off the teaching building!"

Boom.

There was a soft thud.

Han Dong leaned against the cold wall, stared at the dark mahogany door in front of him, and waited quietly. The cold feeling in the back and the fiery emotions in the heart are like two worlds.

All he has to do is wait!

Wait until a teacher helps him go in and say something, or wait for Principal Yu to go out!

"I, Han Dong, have come back from rebirth, not to bow down to appointment, let alone to retreat......! Even if I exhaust my life, I will never give up!"

"Today's martial arts student, I'm determined!"

Han Dong's back was next to the cold wall, but his heart was blazing like fire.

......

Time passed.

Half an hour...... An hour...... There were also people who looked like teachers in the middle, who hurriedly walked by, but they didn't bother to look at Han Dong at all, and it was impossible for them to stay and wait for Han Dong's request.

But all this can't curb Han Dong's firmness.

......

Two hours later.

Click.

The dark mahogany door labeled 'Headmaster's Office' suddenly opened.

A middle-aged man in a black suit and a light gray tie walked out, his sideburns were slightly white, but his eyes were fierce, and he looked resolute and majestic.

"Huh?"

He looked at Han Dong, who was leaning back against the wall.

"Hello Principal Yu, I am Han Dong from the seventh class of the third year of high school, and I want to become a martial arts student, and I hope to get your permission. Han Dong hurriedly took two steps forward and said softly.

Principal Yu was stunned, glanced at Han Dong, and nodded: "You wait here first, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

Han Dong said, "Principal Yu, I'll go to the bathroom too." ”

"Yes. ”

Principal Yu bowed his head.

Smack.

Smack.

Han Dong followed behind Principal Yu and walked to the bathroom together. Principal Yu walked around and asked casually, "Why do you want to become a martial arts student?"

Han Dong said: "Because of my own special reasons...... I have written a written request to apply to become a martial arts student, and I hope you will have time to read it later. ”

"Oh?"

Principal Yu bowed his head lightly and said lightly, "Why don't you knock on the door." ”

Han Dong chuckled: "I just knocked on the door, and a teacher didn't allow it and asked me to go back to class." So wait a little bit in front of the door. ”

Smack.

Principal Yu's footsteps paused slightly, a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes, he glanced at Han Dong, and nodded in a deep voice.

......

Five minutes later, inside the principal's office.

The middle-aged man who had opened the door for Fang Cheng earlier had an ugly face, staring at Han Dong, a student in a blue and white school uniform standing at Principal Yu's desk.

He snorted secretly and continued to sort out the papers in his hand.

Han Dong, who was standing in front of the desk, calmly handed out his application and placed it lightly on the crimson desktop.

After a while.

Principal Yu, who had a serious face, tidied up his desk, picked up Han Dong's application with his right palm, glanced up and down, and muttered, "Classmate Han Dong, here is your father's signature." ”

Han Dong said: "Yes." ”

Phew.

Principal Yu put the application in front of him, looked up at Han Dong, and said in a deep voice: "Practice handwriting well after you go back, the college entrance examination also has requirements for handwriting and neatness." ”

Anyway.

He pulled out the delicate pen and signed a line at the bottom of the application: Agree to the student's transfer to martial arts students, Yu Haocheng.

......

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

Teacher Jiang, who is in charge of the martial arts theory class, stood on the podium and emphasized the knowledge points one by one.

The distribution of seats under the podium has been slightly adjusted...... Every two rows of tables and chairs, move the position towards the window. The column that was originally on the left side of the classroom and the edge of the window has been replaced by a column on the right side of the classroom against the wall.

Then.

Gu Yuanliang, who had a stiff face, was sitting in the third row of the column against the wall.

When he just moved the table and chair, it was he who helped Han Dong move it...... He has also been wondering why Han Dong hasn't come back yet, but the doubts in his heart have all turned into uncomfortable and depressed!

Because the back table should have been 'Xu Churan and Feng Yanqi', but at this time, it was 'Xu Churan and Gao Yang'.

"Damn!"

"This class is not important, so Gao Yang and Feng Yanqi temporarily changed seats! Gao Yang sat next to Xu Churan!" Gu Yuanliang was a little uncomfortable. But it doesn't limit the freedom of others.

Gao Yang asked to change seats, Feng Yanqi also agreed, and Xu Churan was also willing. He was just Xu Churan's front table and an ordinary friend...... How? What is the reason to stop it?

Teacher Jiang's voice on the podium gradually dissipated.

The sound of laughter and joy at the back table occupies my mind.

Gu Yuanliang didn't know why he was uncomfortable, but his mood was extremely depressed, as if his beloved things had been snatched away alive by Gao Yang, and he was a little tormented.

He looked up at the clock hanging above the blackboard.

He didn't know either...... Why is this class so long, anxious for a long time, and only half a class has passed!

At this very moment.

"Gao Yang, which seat should you sit?" Teacher Jiang on the podium glared at the outside of the fourth row against the wall and patted the podium: "It's okay for you to change seats temporarily, but are you too presumptuous to speak openly?"

"Huh?"

"Gao Yang, sit back in your seat!"

Teacher Jiang scolded in a deep voice. He was angry, and if Gao Yang changed his seat for the time being, it would be fine! But Gao Yang's low laughing voice could easily be heard by him standing on the podium, which was already disrupting the order of the class.

Even if this martial arts theory class is not important, he is responsible for his classmates.

If you don't listen to the lecture and sleep on the table, you can.

It's okay to change seats temporarily and have an occasional small talk.

But like Gao Yang, laughing and playing unscrupulously is too much! This is beyond the tolerance limit of Teacher Jiang.

Gao Yang sat in his seat calmly, and smiled nonchalantly: "Teacher Jiang, you must be talking about it." I'll just keep it quiet, don't be angry. ”

Teacher Jiang was stunned, his snow-white sideburns were trembling, and he reprimanded: "Gao Yang, are you too unscrupulous? This is a class! Temporarily change seats, the teacher doesn't care about you, so you can speak loudly?"

"You're delaying the other students' studies!"

Teacher Jiang was angry.

But he was over fifty years old, and he had more than enough strength to do so, and Rao was a little weak in his angry speech.

"Delay the study of other students?" Gao Yang laughed: "Teacher, who else in our class can't memorize these martial arts theories? I can recite them proficiently, and the classmates can easily control these knowledge points, or you ask who can't memorize them?"

"Huh?"

"Who is so stupid that he can't memorize such a little theoretical knowledge?" Gao Yang leaned back in his chair and looked around the classroom for a long time, as if he was a graceful and wandering person.

There was silence in the classroom.

Even if there are classmates who can't memorize it, it is difficult to answer in person...... The arrogant posture is very deterrent, and this is only part of the factor.

And most importantly –

Whoever responds is admitting that he is stupid.

The more than 40 students in the classroom all looked at Gao Yang, which added to Gao Yang's smug mood and made him more and more rampant.

"Teacher Jiang, let's give a lecture. ”

Gao Yang said loudly.

Teacher Jiang was angry, trembling all over, holding on to his glasses, and constantly scolding Gao Yang, all to no avail. For the exaltation of the iron-hearted 'prove his prestige', no matter how harshly he reprimands, he can't suppress his arrogance.

The atmosphere in the classroom is tense and a little heavy and gloomy.

One by one, the classmates either looked at Teacher Jiang who was trembling with anger, or looked at Gao Yang who didn't care about it with dissatisfaction.

It was as if there were clouds of gloom and darkness, floating in the classroom, condensing a depressing atmosphere.

......

"Teacher Jiang is the most gentle teacher, and he is usually very good to us, which is ...... high."

A girl with a face like mutton fat and white jade, frowning and anxious, but she didn't know how to solve this confrontation.

Gao Yang, who is a grade gangster, is not something she can admonish.

......

"Hey, what are you arguing with an old man?"

Xu Churan, who was sitting next to Gao Yang and Gu Yuanliang's back table, played with his pink nails casually and muttered in a low voice.

......

"Damn!

Gu Yuanliang clenched his fists, wanting to turn back and help Teacher Jiang reprimand.

......

Creak.

The classroom door slowly pushed open.

Han Dong, who was wearing a blue and white school uniform, held a piece of black and white paper in his right hand, smiled, and explained softly to Teacher Jiang on the podium: "Teacher, I ......"

"Close the door!"

Gao Yang let out a low snort.

Han Dong was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Teacher Jiang, who was fermenting with anger, trembling all over, with white sideburns and a flushed face, and then glanced at the classroom and saw the silent students...... Finally, it fell on Gao Yang, who was sitting in the outside seat of the fourth row by the wall with his head tilted and the corners of his mouth twisted.

In an instant, Han Dong realized everything in front of him.

Syllable!

Gao Yang crooked his neck, slapped it heavily on the desk, made a dull sound, and shouted: "Deaf, let you close the door!"

He's annoying.

Yes, he was very irritable...... After being reprimanded by an old man for so long, Gao Yang has long wanted to prove himself and promote his prestige, and Han Dong is just an unfortunate person who has the right time.

Syllable!

The sound of Gao Yang slapping the table again startled all the students in the classroom, and some students who were used to being quiet broke out in a cold sweat...... Mr. Jiang's eyes were red, and suddenly his nose was a little sour.

Is it worth it?

He reprimanded for so long, is it worth it?

"Alas. ”

Han Dong took a breath.

Suddenly, a hint of hideousness flashed in his eyes.

Since his rebirth, he has been living a normal life, like a gentle and quiet normal person, without any panic, let alone revealing his suppressed despair, urgency, sadness and anger.

But who knows...... Under the Mirror Lake - Yes! Fire! Mountain!