Inside the corridor on the second floor.

"Whew!"

Zong Kaixuan gasped violently for a few breaths, and it wasn't until Han Dong's back completely disappeared that he finally mustered up the courage to stand up little by little against the cold wall.

"Murderer!"

"This is a murderer!"

He gritted his teeth, took out the mobile phone in his pocket tremblingly, clicked into the post bar, and sent out a post asking for help - "The competitor is a murderer, what should I do?

In an instant, the post was published.

Zong Kaixuan was a little happy...... He set up a post bar membership, and the post can be set to a striking bright red color, presumably after a while, there will be a reply.

Smack.

Smack.

He dragged his trembling body, walked into the bathroom little by little, turned on the faucet, and looked at the rushing water, and couldn't help but feel excited.

"Alas. ”

Zong Kaixuan took a deep breath, resting his palms under the faucet, letting the impact of the water hit his palms.

As if this was the only way to calm him down.

After a while.

He took out the phone in his pocket, ignored the water, unlocked the screen, and flipped through his posts in horror.

The reply is as follows, with a total of three:

'Really, the landlord is so miserable?'

'Crazy? You still want to compete in the face of a murderer? ’

'Upstairs said wrong...... The landlord has obviously started the state of competition, and it is very likely to attract the attention of the murderer, I am afraid that he is already in a catastrophe. ’

This, so serious?

Zong Kaixuan's eyes widened, and he gasped, holding the mobile phone in his right hand, and his left hand was still resting under the faucet, feeling the cold of the water, as if he was in the ice and snow.

In fact, he overlooked one point.

To himself, Han Dong is a murderer. But to others, a murderer is a vicious thug.

The two are not the same, which has led to these alarmist responses.

"Boom. ”

Zong Kaixuan reluctantly swallowed his saliva and dispelled those thoughts.

And the next moment.

The phone shook, and there was an eye-catching reply on the screen: 'The landlord hurry up and flee for his life!

Smack.

Zong Kaixuan was so frightened that his scalp exploded, the cold permeated his body, his right hand trembled, and the mobile phone fell into the sink.

Bang la blah.

Cold water was still flowing from the faucet, watering the phone screen and extinguishing all of Zong Kaixuan's thoughts.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Zong Kaixuan washed his face several times with cold water in his hand, and finally left the bathroom and returned to the classroom of Class 12.

......

The classroom, which was a little noisy, was instantly quiet with Zong Kaixuan coming back.

All the students were peeking at Zong Kaixuan, and when they saw Zong Kaixuan's face covered with water stains, they suddenly chuckled in their hearts, and understood that Zong Kaixuan should have washed his face...... But why did Zong Kaixuan wash his face? What happened between him and the boy in the outer class?

No matter what happens, looking at Zong Kaixuan's appearance, I'm afraid he is not a winner.

However.

Fortunately, Zong Kaixuan washed his face several times, otherwise the whole class would see his ugly crying, I am afraid that his psychology will not be able to bear it at all, and his self-esteem will collapse.

"The boy from the outside class...... Saved me face. ”

Zong Kaixuan walked back to his seat silently, not daring to look at Zhang Hao, nor daring to look at the face of his tablemate who was unconvinced, and sat on the chair in a daze.

His tablemate with a round hairstyle, clenched his fists, and asked unwillingly, "Who is he?"

Zong Kaixuan smiled bitterly: "He is Han Dong in the seventh class of the third year of high school." But...... Let's stop provoking him. ”

The round-inch boy snorted twice, and secretly held back his indignation: "Just spare him like this, you send a text message to Xiang Nan and them, how can you not do it." ”

"Good. ”

Zong Kaixuan nodded apprehensively.

He took out his mobile phone, edited the text message, and sent it to Xiang Nan: "Brother Nan, just now a boy from outside the class came to our class and warned me to be at the same table with me...... He is Han Dong of Class 7. ’

Bite.

The SMS message was sent successfully.

The round-inch boy squinted his eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Wait, Brother Nan will definitely make this Han Dong pay the price!"

Zong Kaixuan was silent and sat quietly.

Even if Xiang Nan was really willing to help him, he didn't dare to face Han Dong directly...... The sense of despair just now made him frightened, and he really didn't want to provoke Han Dong again.

After a while.

Bite.

The screen lit up twice and there was a new text message reply.

The round boy's eyes were shining, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Look at Brother Nan, he is a martial arts student, and he will never spare Han Dong easily." ”

"Alas. ”

Zong Kaixuan sighed and opened the text message interface.

Xiang Nan's text message on the screen was impressively displayed: "What did Han Dong warn you about? Why did you provoke Han Dong? He is also a martial arts student and has a very good personality, and I admire him a lot...... Well, I'll help you mediate, it's best not to contradict him. ’

Hiss!

The round-inch boy's eyes widened, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

Boom!

Zong Kaixuan barely swallowed his saliva, for some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the heavy feeling in his heart suddenly dissipated.

......

Class 12 classroom, on the other side.

The girl with her hair and shawl, her cheeks flushed, whispered to her tablemate, "I must find that boy and get to know him." ”

"Hey, don't think about it. Her tablemate shook his head and said, "Didn't you hear what the boy just said? ”

The haired girl muttered unwillingly: "What can that be? In terms of appearance, I am on par with Zhang Miao, and besides, I am still an art student, pay attention to dressing up, can Zhang Mi compare with me?"

The tablemate sighed: "But Zhang Hao is very good at studying." ”

The haired girl was stunned, pursed her lower lip, glanced at Zhang Hao, and gritted her teeth secretly: "Why is she Zhang Hao......?" Isn't it just to study better and look better? ”

She was envious and jealous.

This is envy from the heart.

High school is still in the prime of life, who has never dreamed that he could meet a hero of the world, when he was in prison and difficulties, he came to his side strongly, overcame obstacles, and shattered everything.

But all girls basically have similar reveries.

But this is a fantasy after all, who would have thought ...... It really happened! And it happened right in front of their eyes, in their 12th class classroom!

It is no exaggeration to say.

All the girls in class 12 basically glanced at Zhang Hao, and their eyes either concealed a trace of envy and jealousy, or revealed a trace of longing.

......

Click.

The boy who excelled in his studies and had extremely high Chinese scores turned the red carbon pen, looked at Zhang Hao with complicated eyes, and then glanced at Zong Kaixuan, who was stunned.

"Hey. ”

He shook his head: "Zong Kaixuan is usually very rampant and self-righteous...... But a mountain is still a mountain high, and he also kicked the iron plate, that boy must be Zhang Hao's good friend, how can he tolerate Zong Kaixuan bullying Zhang Hao unscrupulously. ”

He turned his pen and looked at him with emotion.

"If you don't believe it, if you don't believe it, you will have to wait until the end of the game if you win or lose. He pursed his lips, gently picked up the Chinese test paper on the table, and muttered to himself: "And my win or loss is only in the college entrance examination." ”

......

Second row against the wall.

Zhang Hao's front and back tables, as well as her tablemates, short-haired girls...... They all looked at Zhang Hao cautiously.

In an instant, the casual attitude of the past has changed dramatically.

"Little ...... Zhang Hao. The short-haired girl squeezed out a warm smile and said in a low voice: "This classmate Han Dong is really domineering, I thought he would not be able to come over until after school, but he actually came directly after self-study at night." ”

"Domineering. ”

"It's too domineering. The short-haired girl's heart was surging and she couldn't help herself: "That Zong Kaixuan didn't dare to squeak at all, and he definitely wouldn't dare to bully you again." ”

Zhang pursed his lips, and his beautiful eyes sparkled.

She forcibly endured the tumbling and boiling heart, and responded with two sentences: "Hey, I didn't expect Han Dong to be so direct." ”

The short-haired girl covered her mouth and smiled, and envy flashed in her eyes: "Yes." ”

yes, who would have thought that.

She looked at Zhang Hao's ruddy side face in a daze, and finally turned her head, turned her gaze, and looked at the notebook resting on the table, no longer thinking about studying.

What to learn! Smash the table!

Can you find such a hero by studying?

Then.

The mobile phone in Zhang's pocket suddenly vibrated - buzz!

"QQ message?"

Zhang Hao took out his mobile phone, and his delicate eyelashes trembled slightly: "Han, Han Dong sent me a message? ”

Click.

With a soft sound, the screen is unlocked and the QQ chat interface is entered.

On the simple interface, Han Dong's message is displayed: 'Haha, the trouble has been solved. That Zong Kaixuan dares to bully you again, tell me directly. ’

Zhang pursed his lips and tapped the on-screen keyboard with his little hands.

"Mmmm, you're amazing, thank you so much for today. / Pleasant"

"You're really a martial arts student, thank you. / Pleasant"

No, these messages are not ...... A little too unreserved? Zhang Hao blinked his beautiful eyes and deleted the edited news.

Ponder for a moment.

Zhang Hao bit his lower lip and sent a message: "En!/Pleasant"

Then the stone sank into the sea, and there was no reply. The bell that waited until the end of the evening self-study rang through the corridor classroom, and Zhang Hao couldn't wait for Han Dong's reply.

"Hmph. ”

Zhang Hao was a little melancholy, put his mobile phone in his pocket, and began to tidy up his desk, preparing to go back with the test papers to report the good news.

In the third test, she was the first in the class.