Su Chenfeng, what are you going to do?

This is the question of all students in the first class of high school.

Su Chenfeng naturally went to get down to business, he slipped away and went to the real yàn class next door, don't ask why, don't you know that Zhao Yuling, the goddess of Su Chenfeng's day and night, is in the real yàn class?

In fact, Xiao Su's return to school was just a pretense, and the purpose was very pure, just because she looked at her in the crowd one more time, and she couldn't forget her face.

For those who belong to the same grade, the first class is on the third floor, but the real yàn class is on the sixth floor. I don't know what the teachers at school think, does the sixth floor mean that the students' grades can climb all the way to the top?

Su Chenfeng panted and climbed three more flights of stairs, thinking angrily. The real yàn class is not only on the sixth floor, but also at the very end of the corridor on the sixth floor.

There is a saying in Gangcheng No. 1 Middle School that the sixth floor of the second teaching building is a blessed place for learning, known as the sixth floor of the champion. Being able to climb to this floor to attend classes means that he is already at the top of the food chain of Gangcheng No. 1 Middle School, and he has encountered few opponents in his studies, so almost every motivated student wants to climb up when he breaks his head.

This statement is reliable, because there are six real yàn classes in a middle school gathered here, and the real yàn classes of each grade are arranged at this level, and the elites of nearly five hundred elites and the top students among the top students study at this level.

They are the best students in every grade of Gangcheng No. 1 Middle School, and they are also the best students in the entire Gangcheng area.

The sixth floor was very quiet, and the classroom was almost full of students, who did not disturb their mood because the third period was an activity class, but read books and practiced very seriously.

The first time Su Chenfeng went up to the sixth floor, he curiously browsed the photos and profiles hanging on the walls of the corridor. This is the famous Hall of Fame of Hong Kong City No. 1 High School, and not everyone has the opportunity to hang their photos here for the younger students to pay respect.

Only those students who have been admitted to Shuibei University in the past years are qualified to hang their photos on it, so after graduation, they can hang their photos in the Hall of Fame on the sixth floor of the second teaching building, which is the dream pursuit of every student of Gangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

"What's the big deal, don't you just take the water university and Peking University? I'm not happy to hang the photo on the wall, it looks like a posthumous photo, how unlucky! Tsk, that black-and-white photo that has been hanging for I don't know how many years it has been hanging, it's called sour! ”

Su Chenfeng burst into laughter, I really don't know what those teachers think, even if you want to create a hall of fame, there is no need to put it on the sixth floor, how many people can climb up to the sixth floor to worship? It should be set up at the school gate, and students can pass by and see it every day when they go to and from school.

Unless those teachers think that only students in the real yàn class can be admitted to the first and second universities in the country, Su Chenfeng guessed correctly, Gangcheng No. 1 Middle School has been established for so many years, and there are really no ordinary class students who have been admitted to Shuida Peking University.

As for Su Chenfeng, a reworked freak, can he break this convention? It depends on whether he is willing to enter the real yàn class when he is in his third year of high school.

Walking and stopping all the way, Su Chenfeng quickly walked to the end of the corridor, at the door of the sophomore class.

The students in the real yàn class, who were immersed in hard study, did not notice Su Chenfeng's arrival, but even if they knew that Su Chenfeng was coming, it was estimated that they would not welcome it.

Why?

The reason is very simple, Su Chenfeng slapped their faces so swollen twice that even their parents couldn't recognize them. If you want to say where is the person who hates Su Chenfeng the most in the whole port city, yes, he is in the second year of high school.

First of all, the entire students in the real yàn class were actually abused by a former scumbag in the ordinary class in terms of grades, where did you make them the sons of Tianjiao? The entire No. 1 middle school students know that the sophomore class is in vain, and they can't even pass the exam for a scumbag, which is really a big joke.

Secondly, Qin Chenxuan, the class grass of the sophomore class, the school grass of the school, the top ten in the second year of high school, and the captain of the school basketball team, was abused by Su Chenfeng in the field of basketball that he was best at. Yes, the results can't compare to Su Chenfeng, even basketball can't beat Su Chenfeng, being beaten with one hand, dry plucking, facial shooting, and violent dunking, it's just fancy dog abuse.

In this way, can the top students in the real yàn class not hate Su Chenfeng?

Jealousy is one of the original sins of human beings, and there is no need to be afraid of being envied, if a person is not even qualified to be jealous, how miserable it must be. Therefore, Su Chenfeng was naturally at the door of the class.

I have to admit that the students who can become the real yàn class all have two brushes, compared to the first class of only thirty or forty students who stay in the classroom to study, the situation of the real yàn class is much better, the whole class of eighty people, almost empty.

Just these top students have brushed a large number of ordinary students, and with this energy and good talent, it is difficult to succeed. It's no wonder that top students always don't take ordinary students seriously, it makes sense, even if you're stupid, you're still lazy.

Although Su Chenfeng quietly entered the classroom of the real yàn class, the students sitting in the front row still noticed that fireflies like him in the dark were destined to become the focus.

What the? Su Chenfeng actually dared to appear in their classroom, what kind of international joke did he make, didn't he know that he was a rat crossing the street in the real yàn class, and everyone shouted and beat him.

"Get out!"

The angry voice frightened the three good students of the real yàn class who were studying hard, and the owner of this deafening sound was the glasses man who had a holiday with Su Chenfeng before.

The classroom, which was so quiet that you could hear even a pin drop on the ground, was suddenly in an uproar.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen unknown objects smashed into Su Chenfeng, who was standing at the door of the classroom, and at a cursory glance, there were textbooks, workbooks, ballpoint pens, tape, erasers, and everything.

Su Chenfeng, who was quick-eyed, instinctively reacted, picked up a book on the table closest to him, and slapped these UFOs back with his backhand.

These attack weapons that were originally smashed at Su Chenfeng changed their flight trajectory and indiscriminately bombarded the students sitting in the first few rows, all of them were too sudden, and all the students did not react between the lightning and flint, and several unlucky eggs were smashed squarely.

Su Chenfeng was stunned by the sudden attack, and he didn't know the strength of his counterattack, several of the students who were hit by the textbook were girls, and the textbook smashed on their heads, and the pain was transmitted to the brain.

"Wow......"

The two fragile girls cried bitterly, and tears kept flowing down.

More than a dozen initiators were stunned, they didn't expect such a change to happen, lifting a stone to hit their own feet, Su Chenfeng was unscathed, but he hurt his own family.

Su Chenfeng walked quickly to the desk of the girl who was crying fiercely, half-squatted down, and looked at her with concern. The unlucky girl looks like the girl next door, petite and delicate, with a short ponytail and soft and good-looking bangs, at this time she covers her forehead, and bean-sized tears flow down her cheeks, Chu Chu is pitiful.

The best weapon to deal with Su Chenfeng is the woman's tears, looking at the girl who kept crying, he was at a loss, his mind was blank, and he wanted to stop talking.

The other students didn't care about dealing with Su Chenfeng, and they all gathered around, wanting to know about the unlucky girl's injuries.

"Are you alright?"

Su Chenfeng couldn't help but ask, and when the girl heard this, she cried even more desolately.

Enough, Su Chenfeng, you idiot, does she look like she's fine? Wouldn't it be comforting?

Obviously he won't, Su Chenfeng hesitated, gritted his teeth and pulled away the girl's hand covering her forehead, and gently brushed away the girl's bangs, the movements were very light and gentle, for fear of touching the girl's wound.

A red and swollen mark appeared in front of Su Chenfeng's eyes, and it could be seen through the shape of the narrow scar that this girl was very unlucky, she was hit by the spine of the textbook.

The spine is the hardest part of a book, the area is very small, under the same force, the smaller the area, the greater the pressure, and the greater the force per unit area.

In human terms, it hurts to be hit by a book's spine, especially in a sensitive and fragile place like the forehead, and if you are unlucky, it may cause a slight concussion.

Su Chenfeng couldn't bear it, seeing that the girl's forehead was about to swell, he couldn't care about it, and directly used his hands to help her knead the blood blocked by damaged capillaries.

Su Chenfeng was often injured by body collisions when he played in his previous life, and usually a small injury that was swollen would not be a big problem, just rub the blood with his hands when he was injured just now, and the redness and swelling would disappear naturally after two days. Based on this kind of common sense of Xiaobai's first aid, he subconsciously made an rude move.

The girl was dumbfounded, tears were gone, and she was actually slighted by a boy, and her cheeks turned red.

The onlookers were also stunned.

This guy is too bold, he actually makes such an ambiguous action to a girl in full view.

Does he not know that men and women do not kiss each other?

Everyone was stunned by Su Chenfeng's actions.

"Su Chenfeng, let go of your salty pig hands!"

The angry soprano almost burst Su Chenfeng's eardrums, and he raised his head in amazement, a familiar face of angry gnashing teeth cast into his pupils.

It was Xu Muyan, who I hadn't seen for a long time.