Do you know the prince dragon in the first year of junior high school?

In a class in the second year of junior high school. The name was finally raised. In the last row of seats. A couple of men in flowery shirts said to a beautiful girl. This girl wears a red jacket, a tight white T-shirt and sapphire blue jeans, which perfectly outlines the curves of her figure, compared to her peers. It's a little less sweet, but it's three more sexy.

Her name is Jiang Bowen. She is extremely beautiful. In this society or school. Beautiful women always have a lot of people to like. And her academic performance is not good. Holding a mirror in his hand. Reflecting her gorgeous face, she asked casually:

I need to know the bottom of a junior high school? But it's a little charming.

Sister Wen, that little guy is the new ruthless corner of our third middle school. It's only been a few days, and I started with a big flip. provoked the king to say that he wanted to look good. I stabbed the tattoo Shi several times. also called the white robe mixed outside. I heard that Li Guangtou was watching him pretend to be forced at the scene. The man in the flower shirt looked like he was pointing at the country, although he was not there, but it was as if everything was as he said.

Mian Bowen looked at him. Open the Chinese textbook. There are several love letters mixed in. She took out one at random. Whisper aloud:

Dear Jiang Bowen,

Hello. I am an admirer of yours. Looking at you every day, I want to tell you: I know that I like you, ask to verify that you like me, and wait for you to come back.

Short and concise, Jiang Bowen twisted his waist and said with a smile: What kind of ability is it to provoke right and wrong, if he wants to have the ability to gain a foothold, he will naturally call me Sister Wen respectfully. If someone else makes it down, it's okay. I'm just curious when he'll be able to stand up.

The man in the flower shirt nodded: It's just a lucky boy, he has no background and no money to jump like this. Someone will always deal with him. I just want to get in touch with Sister Wen. I'm afraid he's too whimsical.

In the third class classroom, a male teacher with glasses said angrily: Where are you students here to study, it is a waste of time and time. Is it easy for your parents to bring you to No. 3 Middle School?

A righteous voice, a loud speech. The teacher's surname is Cao, who attacks the students' hearts with sharp complaints. His classmates affectionately called him Cao Nima. He's articulate. Also loves to vomit. Forty-five minutes and half of the time in a class is sarcasm. Mocking the scum at the bottom of today's society will come from our great third class, as for who it is, everyone knows and understands in their hearts. I won't go into that.

The Education Bureau has made it clear that students are not allowed to insult them. And Cao Nima thought so too. So he focused on the dire situation of foreign countries and the happy life of the Chinese people. At this time, his voice will tremble. Energetically said:

You haven't read yet. Don't you know that children in rural areas don't have enough to eat?

The good students will keep nodding their heads at this time, while the bad children like to be different. Prince Long took a sip of pulsation. He raised his hand. Hands high. Wobbly hovering in the air.

What is your problem, this classmate? Cao Nima was unhappy by this sudden interruption. But he is a man with a teaching certificate. So he was very calm. After all, it has educated one class of students after another. He is very experienced.

Those with good grades and love to learn. You can do well in the exam without teaching. I don't like to learn. I don't miss the death. It's like cultivating the truth. This learning is also about qualifications.

Mr. Cao: I have a question. Very urgent.

What's the problem? Cao Nima was puzzled. After all, you can't pass the test for this knowledge point.

My problem is that I have an urgency to urinate. To go to the toilet. The prince leaped to his feet. Twisted his head. Long flowing hair flashed. In front of the stunned Cao Nima, he walked out without looking back.

The class fell silent. After a while, Dase also raised his hand. : Teacher, I also have an urgent need to urinate. I can't hold my pee. He wore a red coat with a black Nike. To put it mildly, it can't impress Cao Nima's patience.

Cao Nima's face was full of disdain: If you don't want to listen to my class, please don't disturb the students who love to learn. Do you know what success looks like? It's about spending all your time on the toilet studying.

Prince Long walked out of the classroom, is he a lively and cheerful person? No, he is a lonely patient. He didn't expect anything. He never envied the elegant and fashionable life of others. Because some people are born to stand at the end of the line, and his lifestyle from the bottom makes his level of resistance to stress surprisingly high.

Learning is to change destiny, learning is to live a rich life. And how much of what he has learned can be applied to society? He doesn't know. But he knew that at least he was the fiercest and wildest newcomer on the road right now. Three classes of Prince Dragon.

The campus was surrounded by green trees, and he found a random grass to lie down. I just feel that there are ants or other unknown insects crawling around from time to time. He got a big red bag around his neck and legs. Grab your hand. It's very itchy. From time to time, a gust of wind blows, and the leaves sway, like a beautiful woman dancing. Gradually, he got a little tired. Listening to the catchy sound of reading in the classroom is like an unknown lullaby. In this way, I fell asleep step by step.

Outside the grass, a group of people are playing football. Their class is a physical education class. There are flies. Others sat in random places on the side of the road. Under the clear blue sky was a cloudless clear sky. A tall, thin man sweated on the court, shouting as he ran, very excited.

Football is a fierce confrontational sport, since there is confrontation. Naturally, there will also be physical contact. And the tall and thin man has good football skills, and he has a comfortable and smiling face. Gently push the ball out with the knee of your left leg. Straight into the penalty area with the opposing defender looking blind.

Several onlookers were at a loss: this man-ball separation technique is good. But the goalkeeper was well-trained and blocked the ball with his body when the tall and lanky man's left ankle was just getting out of the way. The ball flew in the direction of the prince dragon.

Some people say that the Chinese are sleeping lions, but at this time, the prince dragon is angry. He almost got a frontal kick from the ball. Anyone gets angry when this happens.

Feed. How do you play football?' Prince Long stood up, and he walked over slowly. There was no expression on his face. But he is a man who hides everything from the depths of his heart. So he didn't lose his temper as he imagined. A lot of the time. If you take yourself too seriously, then you are a flammable and explosive explosive.

The tall and thin man glanced at Prince Long and showed a warm smile: I'm sorry. It's me who is wrong. I didn't notice that there was anyone next to me.

After the tall and thin man with a scholarly tone finished speaking, Wang Zilong waved his hand and stared at the tall and thin man:

What's your name?

Tall and thin man at a loss: Zhang Lei.

Zhang Lei and Taizilong from the eighth class of junior high school thought for a while and said: I know you, your sister is very beautiful. There are often other classes or seniors who ask her for WeChat. Do you know who I am?

Three classes of anti-flag prince dragons. Zhang Lei set his eyes on Prince Long: Class 8 is very chaotic, and there are so many people messing outside. But each has its own way. Brother Long, I hope to follow you.

You go to your class and tell them that I'm going to raise money from next week. Raise a thousand. Prince Long glanced at him with interest:

I only ask for children who are mixed outside. I'm going to see how closed they are.

Zhang Lei nodded: he knew it in his heart. After paying the money, he can use the banner of Prince Long to be powerful in the third middle school, and the price is the thousand yuan. For a junior high school student. That's a lot of money. But when a few people get together. It's actually easy.

Think about the scene when others tremble with fear when they start the word in the future. He was a little excited. And Prince Long also knows that this Zhang Lei is a wall grass, but he yearns for the rivers and lakes. He's a guy worth fighting for. Usually he is silent, but someone provokes him. He will pay a lot of money to get someone else. Even if it's just kicking and scolding. Let others go from majestic to cowardly. But for him, it was a great joy.

If you have money, you should buy it and come back.

It's boring to wander around. Prince Long walked into the school cafeteria. At this time, the meal was not served, and the cafeteria was very cold. But there are a lot of people here. Most of them skip class. A few men in flowery shirts were fighting the landlord there, and all of them were loud. Their voices can be heard outside the cafeteria.

The cafeteria aunt leaned on a chair, munching on melon seeds while watching TV, turning a blind eye to this phenomenon. Prince Long walked to the counter. Whisper: Get a bottle of soda.

The cafeteria aunt waved her hand: go get it yourself. said that he watched Korean dramas again. When she sees handsome guys and beautiful men on TV, she will be a nymphomaniac.

Prince Long took a bottle of Sprite and walked to a corner and sat down. He looked around, except for a few men in flowers. There was also a gang of a dozen or so people.

In the third middle school, more than a dozen people gathered in the cafeteria during class. It shows that they are at least very good at skipping classes. It's a big gang.

The shirt was still very tugging, and he saw the prince dragon in the corner and said:

Pinch a little guy, come and find you something.

Prince Long shrugged and walked over. He has been very low-key since he entered the cafeteria. But no matter how low-key he is, he doesn't have any familiarity in front of the second year of junior high school.

Many people in school will have this illusion: the second year of junior high school must be more open than the first year of junior high school. The one outside the school must be more mixed than the one in the school. That's what the man in the flower shirt thinks.

He is with Sister Wen, and Sister Wen is a well-deserved sister in the second year of junior high school. So he has the right to be arrogant.

He looked at Prince Long and felt that the other party looked dazed and at a loss. I can't help but feel very happy. If you're happy, clap your hands. So he clapped his hands twice and said to Prince Long: I want to drink Coke, I want ice.

Prince Long nodded: What else is needed?

Whatever, you look at it and buy it. Hua Yilin suddenly felt that this kid could be a man, had a sense of the overall situation, and could also observe his face. But I don't think that Prince Long has the slightest sign of being afraid of him.

I don't have any money. Prince Long said word by word.

A few people playing cards next to him also stopped shouting at this time. Flower shirt looked surprised:

Why don't you have money to come to the cafeteria?

A swarthy man next to him is called Praruo, and he is Sister Wen's head horse. Faithful and able to fight. He stopped the ridicule of the man in the flower shirt and said to the prince:

Are you in your first year of junior high school?

The first and third classes of junior high school.

Praruo threw a note to Prince Long and said to him: You will be a member of our flower club in the future. This is the group number. If you behave well, the president will send her girlfriend.

Prince Long listened to Prajna with great interest, and he put the note in his pocket. Walk out of the cafeteria.

Prajna lit a cigarette in the cafeteria and spit out a large smoke ring. He picked up his mobile phone and called Sister Wen:

The decrepit boy of the prince dragon has joined the club.