Although Qian Jun understood everything in his heart, he just couldn't see others bullying his sister, not to mention that in front of himself, Qian Jun felt that he couldn't bear it.

As soon as he saw Qian Jiao's face looking at others, he couldn't help but show his face to others first.

Qian Jun sighed in his heart, and had to take her hand and walk out of the office, while comforting her: "Jiaojiao, in fact, the third class is not as bad as you think, you see that there are as many as fifty or sixty people in each class, and there are so many people in the third class, and not all of them are bad, among them are also good and bad, that is, the first and second classes are also good and bad, we don't care about others, just do our best, as long as we don't forget our original intention, in fact, what does it matter which class you are in?" It's the same with Class 3, right? ”

Qian Jun's tone was cautious, and Qian Jiao's heart became warmer when she heard it, if they didn't feel disappointed and embarrassed because they were in the third class, in fact, Qian Jiao really didn't care which class she was in.

It's just that it doesn't matter if you don't care, it's still unpleasant to be framed by someone else for Qian Jiao.

For the person who hacked her, don't let her know, otherwise, she will definitely make her look good.

The two men left the office and walked to the classroom of the third class.

The people in the office all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, especially Ma Hong, who had been threatened by Qian Jun, was unusually quiet now, and didn't even say a word of complaint.

That's pretty strange.

However, in front of the wornmost old desk, the teacher's expression was a little richer.

The teacher looked like he was in his fifties, fat, round-faced, bald on the top of his head, and wore a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

His name is Yin Ren, and he is the head teacher of the third class of junior high school.

At this time, he was stretching his neck with a surprised expression, looking at Qian Jiao's back as they walked out of the office, smacked his lips, and said with a small regret: "I'm the head teacher of the third class, they don't want you anymore, and you won't come to coax me?" ”

However, his voice was very quiet, and his table was far away from the other people, so no one else heard his words.

Qian Jun took Qian Jiao to the classroom of the third class of the first grade of junior high school.

They were still far away from the classroom, and they could hear the noise coming from the third class, which was deafening, and they didn't know what they were doing.

Qian Jun couldn't help frowning, and began to worry about Qian Jiao again, the environment in the third class was so poor, he really didn't worry about his sister.

When they arrived at the door of the third class, Qian Jun walked to the front first, pushed open the door, and walked in first.

The classroom was in chaos, with desks and chairs pulled to the side of the wall, leaving a large open space in the middle, surrounded by a group of boys and girls.

They all waved their arms and shouted cheers hoarsely, and they didn't even know that Qian Jun and Qian Jiao had walked into the classroom.

Qian Jiao looked a little frightened and stupid, and finally understood what the chaos in their mouths meant.

But is this a mess?

Is this really a mess?

It's super messy, right?

If anyone dares to come out and say that this is chaos, Qian Jiao promised that she would not kill him.......

When Qian Jun turned around with a toothache and peeked at Qian Jiao's expression, what he saw was that her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth opened slightly.

He suddenly felt that the days ahead might not be very peaceful, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out.

Finally, he walked to the podium, picked up the blackboard and erased the iron side, and smashed it on the table.

It may be that the special group of Class 3 often needs to knock on the table to remind the students below, so on the table of the wooden podium, a place where it is easy to knock on the table, ordered a piece of iron.

In this way, when the blackboard rubs the top of the podium, it is the iron sheet that is struck, and the sound is louder.

Therefore, the sound of Qian Jun deliberately increasing his efforts to tap on the table is particularly loud.

I only heard a loud bang, and the sound in the classroom, which was still noisy, suddenly stopped.

The students who were in a circle below immediately turned their heads to look at the podium in surprise.

However, when they saw that the person on the podium was not the teacher, most of them immediately turned their heads back and wanted to continue watching the game.

However, the people in the circle were not happy with Qian Jun's interruption of them.

The crowd was pulled apart, and a sturdy thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy walked out of the crowd, looking at Qian Jun on the podium with untamed eyes, and when he got closer, he yelled at him unceremoniously and loudly.

"Who are you? Who brought you into our class? Do you know what you've just been doing? ”

Qian Jiao, who was still standing by the door, was also startled by the roar of the young man who suddenly attacked Qian Jun.

Unexpectedly, when she stepped into the third class, she encountered the militants in this class.

Thorns, absolute thorns.

However, Qian Jiao was not worried at all that Qian Jun would not be able to cope with it.

After all, first of all, Qian Jun has an absolute advantage in age, he is now seventeen years old, and the young man in front of him is at most fourteen years old.

Although there is only a distance of two or three years in between, the age of seventeen and the age of fourteen are the watersheds of two different stages.

The difference in height and physical strength is simply not a little bit apart.

Even if Qian Jun doesn't know how to fight again, the advantage of age is enough to have a tie with him, not to mention, according to Nanfan's teaching him military physical boxing that day, as soon as he learns it, Qian Jiao can conclude that Qian Jun is definitely not a person who can't fight.

Sure enough, when the young man walked to the side of the podium, Qian Jun had already bypassed the podium, and as soon as his long arm stretched out, he directly grabbed his placket.

The fourteen-year-old boy whose body had just been drawn was mentioned by Qian Jun, who was already almost one meter eight tall, and the whole thing was like a chicken caught by Qian Jun.

The young man was lifted directly from the ground by Qian Jun, and he could only be like a fish out of the water, fluttering helplessly, but he couldn't get rid of Qian Jun's shackles, and he looked very embarrassed.

Qian Jun looked directly into the young man's eyes coldly, and said in a deep voice word by word: "My sister is going to take classes here in the future, she is afraid of noise and timid." If I find out that she is in a bad mood when she comes home from school one day, I will come to you and know what to do. ”

After all, the boy is still a teenager, and compared with Qian Jun, not only is his body and physical strength not developed in place, but his mind is also much worse.

As soon as he found out that he was not Qian Jun's opponent, he was immediately intimidated, and he couldn't wait to immediately retract the cruel words he had just said, but it was a pity that it was too late.

Qian Jun defeated the enemy with one move, and in the eyes of people who didn't know how to fight, it was just relying on the advantage of height and physical strength to preemptively seize the boy.

But those who often fight will know that Qian Jun's hand is slippery, and at first glance he is a master of immersion.

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