Wednesday is the usual time for the student union to be on duty at the school gate, standing quietly behind a few people on duty, staring at a certain place outside the school gate in a daze, thinking about a rather strict question, the information basically does not mention Zhong Yue's youth, after a brush, the focus is on him after becoming famous.

But what she is facing now is the Zhong Yue of her youth.

Thinking about things a little annoying, Jing Hao frowned slightly, reached out and pressed his eyebrows twice, and suddenly heard a voice in his ears, "I don't want to see me still use bets to force me to go to class, President Xi is really dutiful." ”

The last few words were read slowly, with undisguised sarcasm.

Jing Hao raised her eyes and saw Zhong Yue standing one step away from her, carrying a schoolbag in his hand, the early morning sun swept the thin fluff on his face, with beautiful gold edges, the distance was a little close, she could even see a scratched baby nail under his chin.

She ignored the sentence just now, and glanced at the schoolbag that he had thrown behind him in a dashing manner, and her handsome posture longed to let the bohemian and maverick male smell come out of every pore.

Jing Hao pointed to her schoolbag and asked her the question she was most concerned about, "Do you have books in your schoolbag?" ”

As she spoke, she reached over and tugged at it, and compared to yesterday's emptiness, it finally looked like a high school person's school bag.

Her movements were too sudden, and she did so casually in public, and the people who passed by, intentionally or unintentionally, turned their heads and whispered, speculating about the relationship between the two.

From just outside the school gate, I felt that she was looking at her Zhong Yue's awkward feeling became more and more intense, and the beautiful side face she saw yesterday unexpectedly appeared in her mind, and after hearing the two brothers behind her sneer, she realized something, and took a big step back to avoid her, and her peach blossom eyes widened.

"What are you going to do?"

His wide-eyed appearance finally had the taste of a young man who had just turned eighteen, not the lonely old man who was in the shade of a tree that day, so cold and boring that it seemed that the world had nothing to do with him.

"You carry your schoolbag well," Jing Hao pointed to his schoolbag, reminding him very sincerely, "I can't stand carrying my wrist like this." ”

Although I won the fight yesterday, the sequelae of being able to do less to more are still there, and it is impossible not to feel anything in my hands.

Zhong Yue resisted the urge to move his wrist, which was indeed a little sore, raised his eyebrows and sneered disdainfully, turned around and left, leaving a dashing back.

It's just that the more he walked towards the teaching building, the more surprised the eyes transmitted around him became, and even Fan Lin, who learned on the road that he was coming to class today, showed a stunned expression, "No, Brother Zhong, did you really come to class today?" I thought you were joking with me. ”

Zhong Yue turned his head and glanced at him, took out the cigarette case and lighter, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, spit out a rather round smoke ring, frowned slightly and was a little impatient, "I'm not kidding." ”

He thought about it and still didn't say anything about losing the bet yesterday, first, he felt a little embarrassed, and second, he ...... Don't want them to know.

He turned his head to look at Fan Lin, and asked with a smile, "Can't I come to class if I want to?" ”

Fan Lin, who insisted on "Brother Zhong's diehard fans will not waver", immediately shook his head violently, and shook the few small derpy hairs on his head that were standing quickly along the rhythm, Zhong Yue felt a little eyesore, and reached out to press his hair down, "Okay, don't be stupid." ”

The girls who were silently peeking around instantly passed a look of "you know and I understand", and their sad and sympathetic eyes all turned to Zhou Jian, and sighed with their eyes.

The queen's attack is going to be taken down by the fried hair, and the ghost beast is about to be on you!

And Zhou Jian, who has always been particularly sensitive to their gaze, did not perceive the meaning this time, he glanced at Zhong Yue, and then looked back at Jing Hao, who was still standing at the school gate, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a rather expectant smile.

Ah, the show is about to begin.

Class A recruits students who are either rich or expensive, and then even if they don't take over the family business, they have to manage some of the assets, coupled with the intentional or unintentional comparison between parents, students are competing openly and secretly, and the specialties that are not good at reading must be top-notch, and the bad grades must be in the top ten.

In short, this is not good, and the other point is that I must be better than you.

In such an atmosphere, Zhong Yue, who can't do anything, and Xi Jinghao, who is better than others, are like two strange people.

So much so that when Zhong Yue entered the classroom, although no one came up to greet him, the whole class, no matter what they were doing, faintly focused their attention on him.

The people who were being watched didn't care, they simply sat in the last seat that had been vacant all year round, put the schoolbag in the belly of the table, closed their eyes and simply began to sleep, with no interest in being a person and being taken care of.

And Fan Lin and Zhou Jian, who entered the classroom with him, also did their own things in their own positions, and they didn't feel strange at all, but they were like messengers of the two guardian treasures, and they put on a posture of not disturbing idlers.

Everyone who felt bored turned their heads and did what they had to do.

Anyway, Zhong Yue's father is a self-made businessman, and he doesn't know how long he can have money with such a son, so they don't need to rush to have a good relationship with him.

When Jing Hao stepped on the bell and entered the classroom, she saw the person who was three seats away from her, she paused, and caught a glimpse of the math teacher who had arrived at the door of the classroom, and finally sat down silently.

“…… Okay, according to the example problem and formula just now, can anyone come up to the blackboard and do this practice problem? The math teacher standing on the podium asked formally, and when he was about to order the next order, he saw a raised hand, and he was a little shocked and surprised, "Okay, then Gao Xingyu will answer." ”

"Teacher, I raised my hand to say that I will answer," the boy with long hands and feet leaned back on his seat, did not even get up, and glanced at the person sitting in the last seat with the corner of his eye, "Didn't the teacher notice that there was a 'new classmate' in our class today?" Let him come up and answer what next? ”

He looked at Zhong Yue, who had come to his senses, his eyes were full of contempt, "Perhaps, our 'new classmate' doesn't even know basic addition and subtraction, has well-developed limbs, is simple-minded, and only relies on the nouveau riche dad to make a name for himself, which is simply polluting the air I breathe." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Lin, who was sitting not far away, took the lead in standing up from his position, clenching his fists as if he was going to rush over and beat him directly.

"Oh, and the garbage also attracts two lackeys, what a perfect match......"

Gao Xingyu's words stopped abruptly, glaring at the person who stood up and walked towards him, under the suppression of those beautiful peach blossom eyes, even the following words were a little intermittent, "What do you do, what are you doing, this is in class!" ”

Zhong Yue played with the lighter in his hand, lit the fire in front of him a few times, and then replied very calmly, "I know it's class, and I'm about to let you see if I can do it." ”

The fight he had before was over, and he was definitely more ruthless than these teenagers who were still in the greenhouse, and the kind of ruthlessness that could kill people and set fires absolutely suppressed the teenagers who were just looking for trouble.

Zhong Yue finished intimidating, turned around and was about to sit back, when the empty hand was suddenly held by a warm and soft hand, and a palm-sized piece of paper was stuffed into his palm, accompanied by a cold voice that was suppressed, clean and without any taste.

"Pick C."

Zhong Yue looked down at the front, as if she had never done anything, and suddenly pinched her hand that she hadn't had time to withdraw, and her fingertips, which were a little cold from sleep, pinched her soft fingertips, and the touch remained.

He easily took a palm-sized notebook from the table on the side, took aim, and then simply threw it towards the whiteboard, and smashed it firmly on the upright "c".

With a crisp "pop", accompanied by the bell that followed after class, the math teacher, who was frightened by the changes in the last five minutes, hurriedly said a few words and left the classroom quickly.

In the classrooms that were loosely dispersed, the eyes scattered from all directions were still standing on Gao Xingyu and Zhong Yue, wondering who was more ruthless between the little bully of Class A and the famous gangster leader in the whole school.

Feeling the mentality of the people around him watching the show, Gao Xingyu gritted his teeth, reached out and pushed Zhong Yue, who was still standing in front of him half-sideways, and his voice sounded more like a bluff, "Get out of the way, good dogs don't get in the way." ”

Zhong Yue really leaned to the side, but before he could show a smug look, he raised his foot and kicked his desk, and the table fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the contents were mixed with a few magazines with explicit covers, and they scattered to the ground.

Gao Xingyu was annoyed and angry, and directly swung his fist at him, but he was directly twisted by the person who had been on guard, "Don't mess with me, otherwise you can't guess which day you will be beaten with a sack." ”

Zhong Yue shook off his hand like garbage, his frowning brow was full of disgust, he looked down at his fingertips, and turned directly from the back door to the bathroom.

Gao Xingyu, who was thrown in place, felt the faint mocking gaze around him, and saw the old god sitting in his position, looking down at the quiet of the homework book spread out in front of him, his voice was sharp and harsh, "You are still the student council president, and you don't care if someone is playing tricks in your class?!" ”

Jing Hao glanced up at him, "Sorry, I didn't see that." ”

She lowered her head and continued to look at her homework, speaking lightly without any emotion, "And I don't think that students have an obligation to help someone who can't even get their face back." ”

If the person who has nothing to do today is Zhong Yue, she naturally won't care, but the problem is that the person who has nothing to do with is still thinking about others wiping his ass after losing face.

She really doesn't have that kind of "compassionate heart".

On the other side, Zhong Yue, who had washed his hands and sat back in his position, wiped his hands on his pants twice casually, took out the small piece of paper in his trouser pocket and looked at it twice, threw it on the table belly, lowered his head and continued to sleep.

It's just that he lay on his stomach for less than two minutes, then got up with a frown, opened the table again, put the small piece of paper that he threw in the corner into his school bag, and found a little sleepiness when he lay down again.

Such a simple question, I would actually think that he wouldn't, and he really has a stinky temper to worry about everything.

It's annoying and not too annoying.