After Feng Li became the class president of the first (5th) class of high school, he also became busier than before.

You can always see the figure of a teenager in the corridor, whether in a hurry or calmly, but it is a scenery that is pleasing to the eye.

I handed over all the forms to the head teacher's office, said goodbye politely, and walked out.

When I passed the first (1) class of high school, I heard a whispered conversation between several boys.

"Hey, haven't we been looking for trouble with Zhao Feizi lately?"

A small-eyed boy sat on the ground, playing with his mobile phone, and said to the neighbors.

"I think about it, I heard that he has been living comfortably in class (5) recently!"

The other boy put on a straight face, reached into his purse, and took out all the money.

He looked at the change in his hand, spat on the ground, and said impatiently:

"It's so fucking annoying, with such a little money, you can still use a fart, that stinky fat man hasn't taken the initiative to send money over recently, and he's a lot more courageous!"

"Let's go! My brother just messaged me that the stinky fat man had gone to the toilet and we went to the toilet to have fun with him!"

The small-eyed boy put away his phone, stood up suddenly, and laughed wickedly.

The two walked out of the classroom door and walked briskly to the toilet.

A glimmer of light flashed in Feng Lixing's eyes, and his left hand was casually put into his trouser pocket, and he walked towards the toilet with a calm expression.

Zhao Fan, who had just finished going to the toilet, was washing his hands, but felt a shadow looming behind him.

Just as he wanted to look up, his head was suddenly pressed into the faucet that had not yet been turned off.

He choked on several mouthfuls of water, and his face was red and embarrassed.

"Stinky fat! You've been so bold lately!? I don't even know how to take the initiative to send money to your grandfather?!"

The small-eyed boy grabbed Zhao Fan at once, making his scalp hurt.

As soon as Zhao Fan saw the two faces in front of him, his legs trembled with fright.

It's those two bullies in class (1)!

Every time his grandmother bought him stationery before, he was extorted by these two people!

Zhao Fan gritted his teeth and said with difficulty:

"I have run out of money lately..."

"Haha, what a joke, no money? Doesn't that old woman spoil you very much? Aren't you her own grandson?"

The other boy smiled sarcastically and punched Zhao Fan's fat face.

"Even if I had money, I wouldn't give it to you! You two nasty bastards!"

Zhao Fan's head was tilted when he was beaten, holding back his tears, and his eyes were red and roared at the two of them.

Zhao Fan sniffed, what Feng Li said to him after school last time made him feel deeply.

Even if he can't do anything to the two people in front of him, he has to fight, and scolding the two of them is also a good performance!

"Dead fat! I see you're fucking tired! How dare you scold Lao Tzu!"

The two boys narrowed their eyes and kicked Zhao Fan down with a kick.

Zhao Fan was in unbearable pain, quickly fell backwards, and was about to hit the wall, but was stopped by a hand.

That hand didn't use any force, but it seemed to have magic power, and Zhao Fan turned his head in a daze.

Looking up at this slender jade hand, Zhao Fan was shocked, and the tears that he had endured for a long time instantly burst out.

Feng Li stopped him, bent slightly, starry eyes staring at him.

"I'm coming."

Although Feng Li only had a short sentence, it still made Zhao Fan cry silently.

Yes! He's coming!

Feng Li gently helped Zhao Fan up, glanced at him sideways, and settled him aside.

Zhao Fan looked at Feng Li's slender back, the look in his eyes was very complicated, moved, surprised, and more happy!