But Quan Ying wouldn't be so boring, waiting for Fang He to reason out a clue for her.

After she finished speaking, she calmly turned around and strode away from the spot.

However, Fang He made up his mind in his heart!

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The next day, Fang He got up early in the morning and came to school early.

As soon as he entered the door, he put down his schoolbag and went to find Fugui first.

Since the school gate has just opened, there are only a few students in the class.

Fugui also didn't have long arrived at school, and at this time, he was borrowing the math book of Cao En, the school committee, to make up his homework frantically.

Cao En held a language book next to him, and read it vigorously: "When you sing about wine, how much is your life?" The oath is like the morning dew, and the days are bitter and ......"

This is the ancient Chinese poem they learned yesterday afternoon.

Fu Gui was almost collapsed by his recitation next to him: "School Committee, are you so worthy of the math teacher?" ”

But the school committee obviously didn't understand the meaning of Fu Gui's words: "Why am I sorry for the math teacher?" ”

Fu Gui pinched the pen and kept making up his homework, and said to Cao En without raising his head: "Today's first class is math class, you are studying Chinese now, aren't you afraid of the math teacher and the Chinese teacher fighting?" ”

Cao En: "......"

Fang He listened and laughed behind him, and then strode over, raised his hand and patted Fugui's shoulder.

Fu Gui was writing to the key point of the big topic, and after being patted twice, he shrugged his shoulders a few times, and while continuing to write hard, he still didn't raise his head and said, "Who?" To make up the homework, queue up first. ”

After saying this, he wrote less than two strokes, and asked Cao En: "School Committee, who is behind me?" ”

Cao En raised his head from the language book with some reluctance, glanced at the person standing behind Fu Gui, and then retracted his gaze and said indifferently: "Fang He." ”

Fu Gui repeated: "Oh, Fang He, ......"

He went on to write a few numbers.

Two seconds later, he suddenly reacted to who Cao En was talking about, and the pen fell on the table with a snap: "Who's who...... Who are you talking about!? Fang Fang ......"

Fang He patted him on the shoulder again and calmly added his name: "I, Fang He." ”

Fugui was almost not scared to death, a name had already knotted his tongue for a long time, and before he could come over, he was suddenly slapped by Fang He, not scared to death, but biting his tongue himself, almost not biting himself to death!

Fang He couldn't figure it out, was Fugui so bold?

He went around in half a circle, directly pulled the chair of the empty seat in front of Fugui, sat on it, and met Fugui's eyes face to face.

Fu Gui coldly bumped into the eyes of the famous and famous He, and he was all panicked in his heart and on the surface.

"Big, big, big!" He tried extremely hard to straighten his tongue repeatedly, "What do you command?" ”

Fang He frowned: "Are you afraid of me?" ”

Fugui: "......"

How would he answer this?

This is obviously a proposition.

Fu Gui's mind had already crossed one hundred and eight ways to die in an instant.

The barrage in my head was still scrolling wildly.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Sitting in front of me is the legendary Beicheng boss Fang He, am I going to die immediately?

However, in fact, Fugui swallowed his saliva twice and said, "Don't be afraid! All of them are brothers, what am I afraid of! ”

However, Fang He obviously didn't dwell too much on this issue, he quickly crossed out the conversation just now, and became serious-