Chapter 10: Bickering
Hearing his words, Zhao Digang's face turned blue and white, his fist the size of a sea bowl squeaked to the ground, the two rows of teeth exchanged a few times, and the fist slammed on the lectern. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"You tell me again?"
At this time, not only Zhao Di was angry, but Wang Peng, who was sitting not far from Qiao Yu, also had a faint angry light on his face.
Los Angeles Senior Experimental High School is a gathering place for crazy people, except for a large number of students in the arts and sciences who have no teachers to teach in cultural courses, that is, a small number of art and sports students with solid and exquisite skills.
The school has always ranked first among dozens of high schools in the city, and has always been the leader in cultural courses, art and sports.
In this competition, Binh Duong No. 2 Middle School unfortunately met the strongest school team in the city, so the result was completely predictable.
So Qiao Yu's words were definitely like a sharp knife stabbing directly into Zhao Digang's heart.
It is very important to mention here that the Chinese country on this planet, because of the ranking of various competitive events in the world, President Yao, who took office ten years ago, directly ordered the restructuring of the college entrance examination.
"A series of competitive sports such as football, basketball, and volleyball will open the national league on September 1 every year, and all senior high school candidates can register. The registration time is half a month, and the league is officially launched on September 15 every year. ā
"The top three in the country in all projects can choose to study in any university in the country, and at the same time, there is the possibility of directly joining the national team."
The way of league selection is very simple, from the municipal competition, the provincial competition to the national finals.
And schools like Pingyang No. 2 Middle School, since the establishment of the school, have not even gone out of the city.
"Say it again?"
Qiao Yu sneered twice, got up and walked towards the back door.
At this moment, a girl called out to him and said, "Qiao Yu, isn't it just to send water for scoring, it's not a big deal." ā
The girl who spoke was Wei Xue.
Her family conditions are superior, her parents are gold-collared, and she is beautiful, so she has been praised like a princess since she was a child.
If it weren't for the head teacher Yang Guokui being Yang Yingxue's father, she would be the little princess in the class.
In terms of the number of pursuers, she is far better than Yang Yingxue, which makes her even more arrogant. Except for Wang Peng, he was dismissive of any boy in the class.
Although Qiao Yu looks okay and has a bad temperament, she is not tall, has a bad family background, and has no status, so she has always looked down on her.
"Hehe, since it's not a big deal, you can deliver it yourself."
Qiao Yu shrugged his shoulders and walked out whistling.
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"This guy surnamed Qiao doesn't give him any face, so I have to teach him a good lesson in the past two days."
After coming out of the classroom, Zhao Digang said viciously.
Wang Peng stood with his hands in his hands, walked down the steps step by step in front, and said with a sneer: "The lesson is due, but for people like him, you don't need to take it seriously." At best, it's just a clown! ā
Wei Xue hurriedly followed from behind, and said in response:
"It's just, a little gangster."
As he spoke, his tone became much softer, and he looked at Wang Peng's back expectantly and said, "Brother Peng, I'll go to watch your game this morning!" ā
The corners of Wang Peng's mouth crooked, and he snapped his fingers.
"No problem!"
Yang Yingxue watched Wei Xue at the same table run towards Wang Peng and the others, sighed helplessly, picked up her lunch box, and walked downstairs to the cafeteria alone.
Wei Xue was jealous because of Wang Peng, she didn't know, just to say something in her heart, she really didn't see what was good about Wang Peng.
In addition to being handsome, having money at home, having better academic performance, and playing basketball well...... Well, he is very good, but the pride on his body is very repulsive.
Campus cafeteria.
After finishing the meal, Yang Yingxue held the lunch box and looked around, and suddenly saw a familiar figure.
Qiao Yu felt her gaze, turned his head to look, and cast a faint smile.
Yang Yingxue's face turned red, and she hurriedly flashed her face. I was going to go somewhere else, but instead I remembered what had just happened and walked up to him with my lunch box.
"You didn't come to the table?"
She opened the lunch box, pinched the small spoon, and said with a smile.
"Oh, he may have overslept."
The previous self and Liu Huashan were the same, and they basically didn't study in the morning. Qiao Yu glanced at her twice and said, "Didn't you come to the same table as you?" ā
"She'......" Yang Yingxue sighed softly.
"She followed Wang Peng, over there."
Qiao Yu pointed with chopsticks.
"Hmm."
She nodded slightly, raised her face, and said in a low voice: "You shouldn't have a conflict with them, they all have a relationship, Wang Peng's father is from the Education Bureau, if he uses his relationship, you are afraid that it will be difficult to ...... again."
"It's hard to go to school anymore, isn't it?"
Qiao Yu said indifferently: "If you don't go up, you won't go to school, going to school doesn't mean much to me." ā
Ordinary people go to school, or try to be admitted to university, and have a bright future in their eyes in the future; Either you are influenced by some culture and will not be illiterate in the future.
Mo Yu Heavenly King, Yu Heavenly King, a lifetime of immortals, a lifetime of people, these really don't mean much to him.
The current cultivation is not too intense, once time does not allow, he will leave the school as soon as possible.
Yang Yingxue hesitated for a long time.
Since yesterday, she felt that he had changed a lot, as if ...... It's the same as a different person.
She was a little curious about what had made him change so much. Although it is still sharp, it has been restrained too much, and the previous ruffian nature has melted like the sun and snow, and there is no trace.
"As long as you work hard, I, I will definitely help you get admitted to college."
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At 9:37 a.m., a luxury bus drove into the campus of No. 2 Middle School and stopped at the entrance of the basketball hall.
The car door slowly opened, and the first to come down were two men in white shirts and black trousers in sunglasses, who were standing on either side of the door, their bodies standing straight, staring ahead.
Two sword-like breaths radiated from the two of them, forcing the passing students and teachers to dare not look directly.
Some students glanced at the car body, looked at the eight big italics on it, and their faces suddenly changed to envy.
Los Angeles Senior Experimental High School.
After the school's specially hired bodyguards came down, three extremely beautiful girls stepped out of the car one after another.
The first one was petite, no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a white sweater with a pair of skinny jeans, and slender legs.
She had a smile on her face, two small shallow dimples on her lips, and the sun was moving.
The second is that the girl is a beauty with a melon seed face, wearing a trench coat that drags the floor, painted with light makeup, and is tall, about 1.7 meters by sight.
Carrying a famous bag in his hand, he glanced around gracefully after getting out of the car, pouted, and complained:
"This school is so shabby, Lingling, your brother goes to school in this place?"