Yang Fan figured this out, and couldn't help muttering in his heart again: Which meaning is more important?

Judging from the attitude of the eldest brother, this second meaning is more important!

Well, this family is ugly and can't be publicized, if the junior gives the eldest brother a green hat, where will the eldest brother's face go?

After making trouble for a long time, did the eldest brother let him do this? Thinking of his eldest brother's unspeakable secret, Yang Fan showed a lewd smile on his face.

"What do you think? Look at your lewd smile. Wang Yi saw the smile on Yang Fan's face and said, "You shouldn't be in your heart, right?"

"Do you think my brother is like you idiots?" Yang Fan glanced at Wang Yi: "In my heart, YY has a bird to use? ”

Wang Yi looked at Yang Fan with idiotic eyes, shook his head, and didn't say anything more. Although Liu Qing is only a school doctor, everyone calls her Teacher Liu. Killing him didn't believe that Yang Fan dared to do anything to Liu Qing,

The two of them arrived at the classroom as they spoke, and after some tossing and turning at Liu Qing in the medical office, it was almost time for class in the afternoon.

Yang Fan returned to his position and sat down, and subconsciously glanced at Zhang Chenggang's position. It just so happened that Zhang Chenggang and Li Na also looked over at this time, and Zhang Chenggang saw himself looking at him, his eyes dodging.

But Li Na, who was next to Zhang Chenggang, had a very surprised look.

"It seems that it's time to teach them a lesson!" Yang Fan thought silently in his heart.

It seems that Zhang Chenggang came to collect protection money in person, and Yang Fan didn't plan to get along with him. But this kind of ghost behavior behind the scenes has risen to the point of killing people with a knife in Yang Fan's heart.

For this kind of insidious villain, Yang Fan has always had no good feelings!

Since it is so easy to protect Xiao Jingyi, what is there to scruple about? This kind of villain has to teach them a profound lesson!

Yang Fan is not a student at all, and if he were this material, he would not have come to the road of joining a gang and mixing in the underworld.

The teacher's lecture is undoubtedly the best lullaby for him.

Not long after the class, Yang Fan was already yawning, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply fell asleep on the table.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Yang Fan opened his eyes, looked at Zhang Chenggang's position for the first time, and found that Zhang Chenggang's position was empty, where was there anyone?

Even Li Na was not in the classroom.

No, the bell had just rang for the end of class, how could they have gone out so quickly?

"Hey, did you see Zhang Chenggang? wasn't he still there before class?" Yang Fan turned his head and asked Lei Ting.

Lei Ting said: "Halfway through class, he sneaked out the back door, with his peers. After saying this, Lei Ting stood up and left the classroom.

Bunny, count you in time.

Yang Fan thought as he walked out of the classroom. Smoking a cigarette between classes to refresh yourself is a must.

However, since going to the rooftop, Yang Fan changed his mind and decided to stop smoking behind the toilet, but to go to the rooftop to smoke.

There is no one on the rooftop, the air is good, and it is suitable for smoking.

"Are all the bastard students in Chenyang Middle School fucking idiots?No one comes to such a good place to smoke?" Yang Fan walked up to the rooftop, and couldn't help but say after finding that no one was there. Then he lit a cigarette and took a puff.

Yang Fan has been going to school all morning, except for the teacher who is sleepy as soon as he lectures, and the overall feeling is not bad. However, being assigned to a scum class like Class 7 in the second year of high school, you can sleep immediately if you are sleepy in class, and the teacher won't care. Especially knowing that protecting Xiao Jingyi was so simple, Yang Fan was in a good mood.

Before I knew it, only the butt of a cigarette was left, and at this moment, the red iron door leading to the rooftop suddenly opened with a "clang".

A balding middle-aged man in his forties with a beer belly came up.

The middle-aged man was holding a wooden stick in his hand, and when he came up, he pointed at Yang Fan and shouted, "Which class are you?

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, this middle-aged man dared to shout at himself so loudly, he must be a teacher in the school. Immediately, he flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt in his hand flew down from the roof of the building.

"I don't smoke. Yang Fan's eyes widened and he said "innocently".

"Do you dare to quibble?" The bald middle-aged man took a few steps and came to Yang Fan: "Do you think you have no evidence if you throw the cigarette butt away?"

As he spoke, the bald middle-aged man took out a white tissue from his pocket, wrapped his fingers in the tissue and poked it towards Yang Fan's nostrils.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Yang Fan took a step back and slapped the perverted bald middle-aged man's hand aside.

What kind of fetish is this? Poke someone's nostrils with your fingers? It's okay to poke your own nostrils with your own fingers. Someone else's finger poking their own nostrils is simply an alternative kind of rape.

"It's against you, do you dare to beat even the director of training?" The middle-aged bald man didn't expect Yang Fan to actually knock off his hand, and immediately raised his hand and pointed at Yang Fan and shouted, "You stand up for me." ”

Uh, Director of Discipline?

Yang Fan was dumbfounded, this perverted bald man turned out to be the director of discipline?

"I'm a transfer student and I'm only on my first day of school today. Yang Fan accompanied the smiling face: "I really didn't know that you were the director of discipline." ”

"On the first day you came to school, you ran to the rooftop to smoke, are you not small?" The director of discipline had a gloomy face, but he put down the stick in his hand and stopped pointing at Yang Fan.

"I don't really smoke. Yang Fan continued to say with a smiling face, but he was thinking in his heart: "I threw the cigarette butts downstairs, and I didn't admit it, what can the director of discipline do?"

"You don't give up if you don't go to the Yellow River. The director of discipline stood in front of Yang Fan again, pressed the back of Yang Fan's head with one hand, and the fingers wrapped in tissues on the other hand poked into Yang Fan's nostrils and turned.

Holy shit, this fucking pervert. Don't let my brother bump into you outside the school, or I'll fix you.

"What is this?" the director of discipline withdrew his finger and put it in front of Yang Fan's eyes.

"Boogers. Yang Fan said: "What else can there be?"

"This is tar, if you don't smoke, where does this tar come from?" The director of discipline had an ironclad expression: "I Liang Jianjun don't admit it, you are still a little tender." ”

Yang Fan understands now, this Liang Jianjun actually used this tissue to wipe the tar left by smoking in his nostrils? He has been smoking for so many years, even if he doesn't smoke, he can almost wipe out the yellow color of tar with this white tissue.

"What class are you a student in that, according to the school rules, you have a demerit for smoking in school. As Liang Jianjun spoke, he took out a small notebook from his pocket to record which class Yang Fan was a student in.

"I didn't smoke. Yang Fan said calmly.

"What? Do you say it again?" Liang Jianjun almost suspected that something was wrong with his ears, and this ironclad evidence was in front of him, and this student still didn't admit it?