"Mom, I'm going to school."

Carrying a schoolbag and swallowing an egg in his mouth, Yang Chuan ran down from the upstairs in a hurry.

"Brother Yang Chuan!"

Just when Yang Chuan wanted to run to school, suddenly a timid voice stopped him from behind.

When he looked back, he found that it was Liu Xiaohui, a little kid, who was staring at him with a pouting at the moment.

"Xiaohui, what are you calling me for?" Yang Chuan asked curiously.

"Brother Yang Chuan, you are a." Liu Xiaohui said aggrievedly.

"Huh?" Yang Chuan scratched his head and asked suspiciously, "Why did I become a bad adult?" ”

Liu Xiaohui said: "Last time, Brother Yang Chuan asked me to pluck bird feathers, but when I went back, my mother found out and scolded me. ”

Yang Chuan was surprised: "Xiaohui, did you really pluck out the bird feathers?" ”

"Look, of course."

As he spoke, Liu Xiaohui immediately took off his pants.

Yang Chuan looked down and found that Liu Xiaohui's original bare bird had turned red at the moment, and there were still some bird feathers around it that had not been removed, which looked exactly like his favorite braised chicken.

"Xiaohui, how did you become like this?" Yang Chuan asked in surprise.

Liu Xiaohui said with a sad and indignant face: "Brother Yang Chuan, you are a big villain. Trick me into plucking bird feathers, and cause me to originally**a**book**read. The novel ybdu cute little bird turned into braised chicken. When my mom found out, she scolded me, saying I had a burnt brain. ”

"I'm sorry Xiaohui, I didn't know you really knew how to pluck bird feathers." Yang Chuan said with some guilt.

"I don't listen!" Liu Xiaohui said angrily: "I will never play with you again in the future, you big villain!" ”

Then, Liu Xiaohui turned around and ran away in a huff.

Looking at the back of Liu Xiaohui leaving, Yang Chuan couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that his prank hurt the heart of a cute little Zhengtai again, but the braised chicken looks really good.

"Xiaochuan, what happened to Xiaohui just now?"

At this moment, Xu Haiyan walked over and asked confusedly.

Yang Chuan said nonsense: "It's nothing, children are at the age of development, and it is inevitable that they will have some worries." ”

"Huh!" Xu Haiyan snorted and said, "Xiaochuan, you say this as if you are very big." ”

Yang Chuan glanced at her, and said a little depressed: "I said Sister Haiyan, can you stop calling me Xiaochuan all the time?" ”

"Why don't you like it?" Xu Haiyan asked suspiciously.

"Not really!" Yang Chuan replied: "Listening to your tone, it seems like I'm like a little kid." ”

"Haha!" Xu Haiyan laughed and said: "If you call me sister, then in my eyes you are a little child." ”

Hearing this, Yang Chuan was suddenly a little speechless.

said that he is also a human being in two lives, and under his fifteen-year-old appearance hides the vicissitudes of his twenties. is always treated like a child by sixteen-year-old Xu Haiyan, this feeling is really a bit speechless.

"Sister Haiyan, I've grown up." Yang Chuan said seriously.

Xu Haiyan looked at Yang Chuan's serious expression, was silent for a moment, and said, "Okay! Since you say so, then I won't call you Xiaochuan in the future, and I will definitely call you Yang Chuan next time we meet. ”

Hearing this, Yang Chuan said happily: "Sister Haiyan, listening to your words, I feel like a man now. ”

"Huh!" Xu Haiyan chuckled and said, "But since I call you Yang Chuan, then you won't call me Sister Haiyan in the future." ”

"Why?" Yang Chuan wondered.

Xu Haiyan smiled: "Because I'm afraid that you will call me old, I don't want to be a manly sister." ”

"Okay!"

Hearing this, Yang Chuan had no choice but to nod helplessly.

"By the way, remember to pick me up from my school after school today." Xu Haiyan said suddenly.

Yang Chuan asked in surprise, "Why did I pick you up from your school?" ”

"Don't ask so much, just come over when the time comes."

After speaking, Xu Haiyan rode a bicycle and left first.

Although he didn't know why Xu Haiyan asked him to pick her up after school, Yang Chuan still agreed

When he came to the school and sat in his seat, Yang Chuan immediately felt that there was a pair of hostile eyes staring at him next to him.

Turning his head to look, Yang Chuan found that Jiang Lianxiang was looking at him fiercely at this time.

"Jiang Lianxiang, why are you looking at me like this?" Yang Chuan said depressedly: "If you look at me like this, I will have nightmares at night." ”

"You just have a poor mouth, and you look good when the class meets class." Jiang Lianxiang sneered.

Regarding Jiang Lianxiang's threatening words, Yang Chuan didn't care about it at all.

Jingle bell~!

It didn't take long for class to arrive, and Yang Chuan still took out a martial arts novel and read it with relish.

Seeing Yang Chuan's actions, Jiang Lianxiang did not open his mouth to stop it, but watched coldly from the side.

Time passed quickly, and it was finally time for the last class meeting.

Speaking of Zhicheng Middle School, the class meeting class is more strange, because this is a class without a teacher. The whole class was attended by the class leaders, which was supposed to improve the students' self-management ability.

For this point, Yang Chuan has to admire the vicious vision of the administrators of Zhicheng Middle School, because basically the students of Zhicheng Middle School are our people after graduation and promotion to high school or college.

The first person to speak was always Kang Ping, the squad leader who wore a name brand and combed his hair meticulously. "Ahem~!" Kang Ping walked up to the podium and coughed and said, "Students, first of all, I have to tell you something. That is, in a few days it will be May Day, and in order to welcome the arrival of Labor Day, the school is going to organize a theatrical evening. ”

"The school attaches great importance to this theatrical evening, and Mr. Xiao personally instructed the students in our class to actively participate."

Listening to Kang Ping's endless nonsense, Yang Chuan had to sigh that this product really has a set of cadres to start a class. It's no wonder that the family business that manages his family will be able to thrive in the future, and this is the successor who has been trained since childhood!

However, Yang Chuan always felt that there was always a hint of ill-will when this thing's eyes looked at him.

Sure enough, Kang Ping stared at Yang Chuan and said with a smile after saying a lot of nonsense: "Yang Chuan, although your reading grades are the oil bottles in the class. But this is your time to express yourself, so you have to come up with a show to attend. ”

Hearing this, Yang Chuan suddenly scolded in his heart.

Your sister! This bastard is really a personal vendetta of the communiqué, and when he has the opportunity, he will find trouble for himself.

"I'm sorry, class leader."

Yang Chuan originally wanted to open his mouth to refuse, but who knew that Kang Ping didn't give him this kind of opportunity at all.

"Wenxian, you are the literary and artistic committee member of the class, and the matter of this National Day literary and artistic evening will be handed over to you." Kang Ping looked at a girl with a ponytail and a delicate appearance and said, "You write Yang Chuan's name now, and hand it over to Teacher Xiao after class." ”

"Okay!"

Wen Xian nodded, then picked up the pen and wrote Yang Chuan's name in the notebook.

Yang Chuan was dumbfounded when he saw this situation, and it was too late for him to stop it.

I'm grass your ancestors! This girl is the rhythm of cutting first and then playing, and even the right to oppose herself is directly deprived.

After doing all this, Kang Ping cast a defiant glance at Yang Chuan.

At this moment, Kang Ping said proudly in his heart: "Boy, fight with me?" You must know that Lao Tzu is a class cadre who can find an excuse to get you in minutes, and when it comes to the May Day party, see how you make a fool of yourself on the spot. ”

Thinking of the smugness, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile of triumph.