At Huang Yun's request, Qian Sanmao had to ask the school leaders to send the two home in a big Humvee.

On the way out of Futian, the big Hummer was still as good as when he came in the morning, driving very fast, the engine roared, and the road passed by with green smoke. The comparison made everyone who saw it excited.

"Look! That's our big Humvee!"

"I don't know which cow is going out for a walk?"

"Hahaha! Our big Hummer drove out, and those mixed society would be so scared that they couldn't eat at night when they saw it!"

"yes! Who do they think our big guy is going out to clean up again? hehe!"

After the big Hummer entered the city, it was not so arrogant, behaved properly, and drove according to the traffic rules. Naturally, it attracted the admiration and envy of many people.

Those who play Internet self-media and online anchors have taken out their mobile phones to take pictures, and posted photos and short videos to their circle of friends for comparison.

The drivers who drive are also very different, either with a cigar in their mouths or a cigar in one hand on the steering wheel. Only those who are attentive will find out that the cigarette is lit, but the driver does not take a puff for half a day. Obviously, the cigar in my mouth is specially designed for comparison.

Huang Yun went home alone, and she had to do physical training in the evening, and in addition to summing up today's combat experience. However, there is no experience to be summed up in today's battle, and the technical content is very low. With her current martial arts, it still doesn't take much effort to deal with these gangster classmates.

However, in Futian School, according to the teacher, there are still many very powerful students hidden.

These very powerful classmates used to be mixed, and they also came out of the disobedient parish. Later, under the special education of Futian, he became a normal student.

Among these students, there are many who are as good as her. Therefore, the teacher told her that she still had to practice martial arts hard to prevent her classmates from challenging her in the future.

If you get carried away, some classmates will come out to clean you up, cool you down, and tell you not to be arrogant on campus in Futian in the future.

Of course, in Futian, private fighting is not allowed. Small friction is OK, but there can be no disability. If you don't accept it, you can see you in the ring. Under the auspices of the school, the losing side has to lose the line.

Just like the freshman challenge student in the morning, quote a price and compare with you. If you lose, the money is yours! If you win, you have to agree to his request. Ask you to call him "Senior Brother" or whatever.

Fang Tian carried his schoolbag into the courtyard with his footsteps brisk. When I went up the stairs, I went up after a while, just like a tanuki.

"Fang Tian! Fang Tian! Fang Tian is back!" Seeing this, a neighbor shouted twice in succession, and Fang Tian passed over as if he hadn't heard it.

"Auntie!" When Fang Tian agreed, the person was already on the upper two floors.

"Fang Tian is back?" someone asked in surprise.

"Fang Tian is back!"

"Fang Tian is back! I saw him! Like a tanuki, he went up as soon as he smoked!"

"Ah, Fang Tian is back?" Someone heard that Fang Tian was back, and he came out while responding.

All of a sudden, the people upstairs and downstairs were alarmed.

Fang Tian felt very strange and thought: Isn't it that I went to Futian to study, and I didn't go to fight or do bad things, is there such a surprise?

When I was studying in No. 8 Middle School before, there was something that never happened? Every day when I went to school and after school, my neighbors didn't do this.

"Fang Tian is back!" Huang Yun's grandfather heard that Fang Tian was back on the eighth floor, so he walked down while muttering to himself.

"Slow down! you!" Huang Yun's grandmother saw the old man's eager appearance, and came over to help him while complaining.

"I'm not so squeamish!

"Huang Yun didn't come, this girl, she, didn't hear her voice!" said Grandma as she walked.

When he came to the sixth floor, Fang Tian saw his mother standing at the door from a distance, looking towards the staircase with tears streaming down her face.

"Is my son back?" Fang Bin said as he quickly walked out the door, standing behind Xu Jinhua and looking at the staircase.

"Mom, Dad, you?" Fang Tian asked with some disgust.

I thought: What the hell is going on?

Xu Jinhua cried: "Son, you, Mom and Dad know it! They all know! Grandparents and grandparents also know! The neighbors in the whole yard know it! Woo woo woo ......

"What do you know?" Fang Tian didn't think about it for a while, and asked puzzledly.

"Son, you are better than you, son, Lao Tzu obeys you, son, come here, your mother has made a table of dishes, just wait for you to come back! Come here!" Fang Bin stood at the front and waved towards Fang Tian.

"Dad, what are you talking about? What am I better than? I? Didn't I just go to Futian to set up a private business?" Fang Tian still didn't think about it, feeling that his parents and the people in the yard were making a fuss.

"Son! Director Wei of the No. 8 Middle School came here today and asked if you would like to go back to the No. 8 Middle School to study? If you do, the 100,000 yuan of admission reward given to you by Futian will be repaid by the No. 8 Middle School, and we don't want our family to pay a penny. The transfer of schools is also handled by the eighth middle school. I have to say a word......"

"Mom!" Fang Tian said while taking off his schoolbag and carrying it in his hand, "How is it still possible?"

"Yes, how is it possible?" said Huang Yun's grandfather from the back of the building.

Fang Bin took his son's schoolbag and said, "Yes! There is no longer any possibility! If you want to complain, you can complain about Zhang Shigui! Alas! My son is studying well in the eighth middle school, and he was harmed by his harmful spirit!"

"There's nothing wrong with studying in Futian, isn't it?," Huang Yun's grandmother said.

"Mom! It's impossible to go back to the No. 8 Middle School to study! Who will pay the 100,000 yuan from the No. 8 Middle School? There is no precedent for the school? How can we get by with the teachers? But if I want to take it out, I'm reluctant!" Fang Tian said.

Xu Jinhua wiped away a handful of tears and explained, "I'm not? I'm happy! I'm happy! I'm happy! I'm not?"

"You're pretending!" Fang Bin carried his schoolbag into the house, put it on the shelf on the side, and said.

"Pretend!pretend!" Xu Jinhua immediately laughed when she heard this.

"Pretend! Yes! This is pretend! Xu Jinhua! You are pretending! Hahaha!" Grandpa heard this, first for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"Xiao Xu, you, you, you have also learned to pretend, you really didn't expect it?" Grandma also joked.

"Woo woo woo I! I,

But she really didn't mean to compare. Unintentionally!