Ye Xiuyue held her forehead, she really couldn't help Zhao Shanhe...

After everything was ready, Zhao Shanhe slowly walked to the school gate of the third middle school, it was class time, the school gate was closed, Zhao Shanhe took a deep breath, and was about to roar, a group of waste in the third middle school.

"What are you doing?"

A voice came from the guardroom at the entrance of the third middle school, and it seemed to be an old man of fifty or sixty years old, who walked out with reading glasses, staring at Zhao Shanhe with a suspicious expression.

Zhao Shanhe opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the old man waved his hand impatiently and said: "This is the third middle school, you little gangsters in society, don't come to the door, let our teachers see it, and beat you all over the ground to find your teeth." ”

Zhao Shanhe: ......

I haven't opened my mouth yet, why did I become a gangster?

"What's the matter with you, don't listen to persuasion, go quickly, go quickly..." The old man waved his hand, and seeing this, Zhao Shanhe smiled and said: "This uncle, open the door, we are students of No. 1 Middle School." ”

"One?"

Hearing Zhao Shanhe's words, the old man subconsciously said, "What are the students of No. 1 Middle School doing here?" ”

Looking at Zhao Shanhe's costume again and again, it was indeed the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, and I couldn't help but wonder even more, No. 3 Middle School has nothing to do with No. 1 Middle School at all, because No. 3 Middle School is a well-known new martial arts school.

The most literary candidates every year must be in the third middle school, and the strongest new martial artist must also be in the third middle school, not that there are no ancient martial artists, but in these three ancient martial arts students are relatively few compared to other schools.

"I'm here to smash the field."

Zhao Shanhe said with a smile: "Uncle, will you open the door for me?" ”

"Neuropathy... Hurry up, hurry away. The old man showed a look of hell, shook his head and said: "I'll return the letter if I change to another school to smash the field, forget about the first middle school, go back quickly." ”

Zhao Shanhe was stunned and asked, "No, uncle, why do you look down on the students of No. 1 Middle School." ”

"Shouldn't that be?" The old man was also amused by Zhao Shanhe, and said with a smile in his tone: "Of the fourteen middle schools in our Hanhai City, one middle school is not bad at best... It's too much worse than our three. ”

"Let's take last year as an example, there are only 20 of our 3rd middle school martial arts candidates who went to the People's Martial Arts University in the capital, and only 10 if I remember correctly? This is not our strongest aspect, after the end of the literary examination last year, we added 400 new martial artists and sent them directly to colleges and universities in various provinces for further study. There are only more than 200, how can this compare? ”

Speaking of this, the old man's tone was full of a strong sense of superiority, and he glanced at Zhao Shanhe and said earnestly: "So, your first middle school is not at the same level as our third middle school, what is there to compare?" ”

The data from the old man's mouth made Ye Xiuyue behind him look embarrassed...

And because it was in the live broadcast, many of the first middle school students who were watching the live broadcast were silent, and what the old man said was right, this is the third middle school.

"Mom... Why do you suddenly feel very aggrieved, these three middle schools are too much, don't take our first middle school in your eyes at all. ”

"Yes, too... The third middle school is a famous school, and there are not a few geniuses every year, and even the second middle school can't be compared. ”

"Look at what you say, I think our No. 1 Middle School seems to be at the bottom of Hanhai City all of a sudden..."

"It's uncomfortable, classmates, we feel like we don't have a card when we go out, and others mention No. 1 Middle School with this kind of disdain, and the thief is uncomfortable."

"No way, this is the gap in strength, admit it..."

"You say, 'What if... Knocked the three middle schools to their knees, what will they think? ”

"Don't make trouble, the third middle school is not the second middle school, and the strongest middle school in the third middle school is a new martial artist, Zhao Shanhe is an ancient martial artist, how can he beat a new martial artist of the same level?"

"Han Wenshan in the second middle school is also in the Nine Realms of Contemplation, he was beaten to death, I don't think there may be no chance."

"Why the hell do you really want to rely on Zhao Shanhe to earn face for my freshman year?"

Zhao Shanhe quietly glanced at the school gate of No. 3 Middle School, the three- or four-meter-high black iron railing, with the school emblem of No. 3 Middle School on it, and his mood was quite complicated...

Although he doesn't have any sense of identity with No. 1 Middle School, he is also a student of No. 1 Middle School, and this feeling of being looked down upon is really unpleasant...

Since you are unhappy, you naturally have to vent.

Zhao Shanhe closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and the next moment he opened his eyes, the qi and blood in his body directly surged and gathered into his palm, and then swung forward.

"Boom!"

The gate of the No. 3 Middle School in front of him was directly shattered by Zhao Shanhe with a devastating attitude!

Since you don't open the door, then make a door yourself!

The old man of the janitor hadn't come back to his senses yet, and he probably was still wondering, what's the matter with this person... Why did you break the door all at once?

"Zhao Shanhe, the third year of high school, came to challenge the third middle school today, no matter whether it is new martial arts or ancient martial arts or not, anyone dares to stand up and fight!"

With the addition of blood qi in his body, Zhao Shanhe's voice was extremely loud, and it quickly spread throughout the entire Third Middle School!

"Presumptuous! Who gave you the guts to smash the gate of my No. 3 Middle School, and still want to challenge? The old man was furious, but Zhao Shanhe said indifferently: "Our principal is the martial arts master Luo Ziqiu, and he will be responsible for this school gate." ”

"Ding, maliciously destroying other people's property, the degree of heinousness of the circumstances: low, reward villain value of 10,000!"

In the office of the principal of No. 1 Middle School, Luo Ziqiu gritted his teeth and said, "Am I the one who is behind the blame?" ”

But at this time, the third middle school had already fried the pot all of a sudden, and Zhao Shanhe's roar was like dropping a stone on the calm water, no... A big rock must have been smashed to be exact.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of figures flashed out, glaring at Zhao Shanhe at the door.

"Zhao Shanhe? Get the hell out of here! This is the third middle school, you can't be presumptuous! ”

"When did No. 1 Middle School have this ability? Dare to come to the door to provoke? ”

"It's a joke, and No. 1 High School deserves to challenge us?"

For this, Zhao Shanhe looked indifferent, put his hand directly behind him, looked at the camera behind him, and seemed to be speaking to the students of No. 1 Middle School.

"What I want to teach you today is that the so-called status is made out!"

Zhao Shanhe said indifferently, a short sentence, but it made those middle school students who were watching the live broadcast feel like their blood was boiling, but they didn't know that the real thoughts in Zhao Shanhe's heart now were: A group of waste, let me lay a foundation for you.

"Zhao Shanhe?" At this time, the teacher of the third middle school also came out, looked at Zhao Shanhe indifferently and said, "This matter can be approved by your principal?" ”

"Naturally, our principal said that he deserved to die!" Zhao Shanhe said arrogantly: "But do any of you dare to stand up and fight?" ”