Ling Zijie's few words made the mustache laugh angrily, where did this come from? Don't you know the pistol on your head? It's really boring and crooked to let us get out of the way.

"Boy, what did you just say?" The mustache slapped Ling Zijie's face with the long muffler on the pistol, "Get out of here now, it's still too late." ”

"You guys, don't hurt him!" Han Xue, who was surrounded in the middle, finally spoke, "What you want is me, don't implicate others, I will tell my grandfather when I go back, and ask him not to compete with you for that project." ”

Hearing Han Xue's voice, the mustache turned around, "Little Snow Princess, do you think that if you say this, we will ...... each other"

Syllable! There was a soft thud.

Before the mustache finished speaking, Ling Zijie kicked the wrist of the mustache with a kick, only to hear the sound of a snap, the gun in the mustache's hand fell to the ground, and the mustache covered his wrist and quickly retreated.

"Kill him!" The mustache was sweating profusely, and at the sound of an order, the three people next to him pulled out the pistols in their arms.

"Oops, it's too big."

Poof! The gunshots rang out, and Ling Zijie had already stepped on the wall of the alley.

......Whew, a parkour-style flip in the air, flipped over the heads of the three people, and at the moment of passing the three people, two hand knives in the air slashed at the back of the necks of the two people, causing the two to lose consciousness in an instant and fall forward like wooden stakes.

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As soon as the last person turned around, Ling Zijie had already fallen, took a step forward and hunched his back, put the man's arm holding the gun on his shoulder, and fell over the shoulder, smashing the man face down on the ground, and passed out directly.

In just an instant, the three of them had already been put to the ground by Ling Zijie.

Taking advantage of this time, the mustache ran out and picked up the pistol that had just been kicked away, but when he turned his head, his three brothers had already been put away by Ling Zijie, and before the left hand holding the gun could be raised, he saw a black shadow attack, and a fierce and powerful kick was kicked between his legs.

Smack! The pistol fell again, the mustache's face twitched, a few tears hung from the corners of his eyes, and he covered his crotch with his hands in his crotch with a look of wanting to cry and laugh, and slowly knelt down in front of Ling Zijie.

"I told you earlier, I'm in a hurry." Ling Zijie pressed the mustache's head with one hand, pushed it down, and picked up the shoulder bag.

This classmate ...... "Han Xue was still thinking about the safety of this big boy just now, but who knew that the guy looked polite and so fierce.

"That, I still have something, thank you next time, that's all, goodbye." After saying this, Ling Zijie ran out of the smoke and disappeared into the alley in a blink of an eye.

"You ......" Han Xue stayed where she was, stomping her little feet angrily, how could there be such a person, just now he was looking at himself like a pig brother, why did he run away in a blink of an eye, how could he say that he was also a famous ice and snow school flower of Hongqi Middle School, is it so annoying?

said that the road is uneven and pulls out a knife to help, and what about a good hero to save the beauty, are fairy tales all lies? Soul light!

The mind of a seventeen-year-old girl is really elusive.

"Humph! You guys, it's useless, go back and let grandpa get rid of you. Glancing at his bodyguards lying around, Han Xue snorted angrily, and then looked at the mustache that was still rolling around his crotch, and rushed up and stepped on his little feet.

"Let you bully people, let you pretend to be 13 ......" After kicking, Han Xue walked out of the alley refreshed, she wanted to tell her grandfather about today's events word for word, no matter who these guys are, just wait to look good.

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When Ling Zijie rushed to the gate of Hongqi Middle School ......, the school's electronic door was slowly closing.

"The balls are sacks, the balls are sacks......" Like Stephen Chow in Journey to the West, Ling Zijie shouted while running wildly, and at the moment when the electronic door was about to close, he squeezed in sideways.

...... exhaled, raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead, Ling Zijie smiled, "Fortunately, my brother is in good shape." ”

After saying that, one got up and rushed out again.

"Hey, who's that, which class? Stop......" The doorman held his hat in one hand and chased him out of the gatehouse with a baton in the other, but Ling Zijie had already crossed the flower platform that entered the door and went straight to the teaching building.

"Stinky boy, don't let me catch you next time!" The doorman scolded indignantly, turned around and walked back to the porter.

Such a kid, he has to meet a few every day, and he rushes when he enters the door, so that he can't even catch a few who are late, and he has been scolded by the teaching director several times, but he didn't expect to meet another one today, which is really unlucky.

Ling Zijie couldn't control the doorman's depression, and at this moment he was looking for the eighth class of high school in the teaching building.

"Where? Where is it? He was like a headless fly, scurrying around in the corridor, and every classroom looked similar, but the sign at the door never appeared with the words "Class 3 or 8 of High School".

There was no on the first floor, there was no on the second floor, Ling Zijie buried his head and rushed to the third floor, but he didn't notice that a beautiful teacher in professional clothes was coming down from the third floor.

"Oops!" Suddenly, with a coquettish cry, Ling Zijie plunged into two soft balls.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Ling Zijie hurriedly apologized, took a few steps back, and looked up at the person in front of him who was bumped into by him.

With just one glance, he stayed where he was.

Tall, round, tight, slender, according to Lao Wang's words, young and beautiful, with graceful curves, long legs and thin waist, convex and backward......

Especially holding a few books, and matching the professional clothes on his body, Ling Zijie's little heart jumped wildly, where did I hit just now? Staring at the proud twin peaks of the beautiful teacher who was about to burst the buttons of his shirt, Ling Zijie was stunned.

"Which class? How can you run around in the hallway if you don't go to class? The beautiful woman in front of her was crimson, seeing that Ling Zijie was wearing a school uniform and staring at her chest all the time, her pretty face became even more ruddy, and even the roots of her ears were slightly red.

"Well, that, the eighth class of high school." Ling Zijie came back to his senses, scratching his head embarrassedly, still reminiscing about the softness of the moment just now.

"Then don't hurry to the classroom." The beautiful teacher rolled her beautiful eyes and glared at Ling Zijie, she didn't seem to be angry, just a little embarrassed, and then looked at Ling Zijie carefully.

"I, I don't know where the classroom is." Although the feeling just now was indeed charming, this was a teacher after all, and Ling Zijie did not dare to be presumptuous.

"I don't know where the classroom is? New to the new arrival? The beautiful teacher's face finally turned around and asked.

"Yes." Ling Zijie nodded, raised his hand to support his glasses, and deliberately pretended to be a good student.

The beautiful teacher's eyes turned around Ling Zijie a few more times, seeing that he didn't look like he was lying, then the jade arm lightly raised and pointed upstairs, "Turn right on the third floor, the second classroom, don't be frizzy in the future." ”

After speaking, he stepped on high heels and passed by Ling Zijie, and walked away.

Ling Zijie turned around and stared at her squirming back until she disappeared into a classroom door, then she came back to her senses, "It's over, it's late......"

When he found the eighth class of the third year of high school according to the instructions of the beautiful teacher, there was already a middle-aged man standing at the door of the classroom, as if waiting for him.

Ling Zijie shrunk his neck and walked up hard, to be honest, he was almost self-taught under the persecution of Lao Wang since he was a child, and when he came to school to study, he had to face teachers and classmates, he was really a little weak-hearted.

"Ling Zijie?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, glared at Ling Zijie and asked, obviously Lao Wang had already said hello.

"I am." Ling Zijie stood up and nodded.

"Don't know what time class is? What time is it, see for yourself. The middle-aged man pointed to his watch and scolded, "I've never seen a student like you, you were late for the first day of school, and there was no discipline in your eyes?" Are there any teachers? ”

Ling Zijie stood quietly, enduring the middle-aged man's arrogant education, there was no way, it was indeed that he was late, and he couldn't complain about others.

Five minutes later, the middle-aged man finally remembered his main task for today, and then let Ling Zijie into the classroom.

"Go to the back and stand and listen to the lecture!" Ling Zijie, who had just entered the classroom, hadn't even found his seat yet, and was bombarded to the back of the classroom by the teacher's words.

"The new pink newcomer, this kid looks pretty handsome."

"Yes, you see that he is polite and white, I really want to pounce and take a bite."

The two little girls in the front row giggled and watched Ling Zijie walk to the back of the classroom.

Seeing Ling Zijie obediently standing at the back of the classroom, the middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, the current students are too difficult, if you don't give a dismount now, it will be difficult to mix with yourself in the future.

"Please open the materials, today we are reviewing the flat throwing motion in electromagnetic induction." The middle-aged man skillfully wrote the theme of the lesson on the blackboard, and then entered into the selfless explanation.

Ling Zijie smiled helplessly, it was really funny to think about it, he was actually standing at the back of the high school classroom, listening to the electromagnetic induction that he had played through since he was twelve years old.

Boredom, he began to look at the class where he was about to live for more than two months.

First, he found his seat, next to a fat man, and there was a brand new desk, and second, he noticed his tablemate, the fat man, huh? This guy is actually lying on the desk and sleeping, and he is really very individual.

Originally, he wanted to observe the resources of the girls in his class, but he was standing at the back of the classroom, and everyone was wearing school uniforms, so he couldn't see it at all, so he had to look at the scenery outside the window.

"You! What to see? The teacher suddenly stopped lecturing and scolded Ling Zijie loudly: "You should have the appearance of class in class, it doesn't matter if you don't study well, the key is that you have to have a learning attitude, look at you, not only are you late for the first day of class, but you also don't pay attention to the lecture, and you are about to take the exam again, what if it affects the grades of the whole class?" What should I do if I hold the whole class back? Can a guy like you have something in your head all day but games? ”

With the teacher's scolding, the classmates looked back at Ling Zijie who was standing at the end, and even the fat brother who had been sleeping all the time rubbed his eyes and got up to look at Ling Zijie, and then continued to lie down, obviously not surprised by such a thing.

A front-row student snorted and laughed, "Teacher, don't be angry, there are still two months to take the college entrance examination, and some crane tails have long been given up, in fact, for them, spending money to transfer in is for the name of Hongqi Middle School, besides, even if you let him listen well, can he understand?" ”

The name of the scholar is Cao Guangfu, the first in science in the third year of Hongqi Middle School, and like Han Xue, the flower of the liberal arts school, he has occupied this position for almost three years.

It's just that because of the name Cao Guangfu, this guy was given a resounding name by the majority of scumbags in the school - grass widow.

The widow laughed, and several boys around him also nodded their heads continuously.

"That's it, teacher, you don't care about him, we're very short of time now, don't waste time for some scum."

"Yes, for such people, the best way to deal with them is to ignore them directly, we are the signboard of Hongqi Middle School, what can some people do even if they spend money to come in? Still not scum? ”