Chapter 569: The Great Demon King of the Campus Mixed World 03

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This roar was ruthless, and Tang Wenming's beer belly also shook.

The class fell silent.

The young man leaning against the wall raised his eyebrows, and his black eyes were full of arrogance, "Old Tang, I just said three words, what are you yelling at me for?!" ”

As he spoke, he spread his hands very pretentiously.

Looking at Tang Wenming's angry green face, the boys in the class laughed wildly.

Hold on.

Bear with it.

endured it and blushed one by one.

Here it comes.

Not again!

Every day, I eat old soup, and I can't hang until no one has it!

And Luo Bai said at this time, "If you don't believe it, ask Hang Tian and let him repeat it to you." ”

Hang Tian, who was laughing as if he had goat epilepsy, froze in an instant, extremely frightened.

Let him repeat it to Lao Tang?

Brother Bai, you're trying to kill me!!

Tang Wenming's cheeks twitched with anger.

After two months of cognition, how could he not know that demon king's ability to make trouble?!

Even if it's just three words, I'm afraid there are no good words!

It's just -——

Just a transfer student came over today, and he did something, isn't this a slap in the face of his head teacher?!

Tang Wenming cleared his throat, "You have extra time to laugh, you might as well put more effort into studying!" The day after tomorrow is the first small exam of this semester, if some people seriously lower the grades of this class, I will definitely make him look good!! ”

When he said this, Tang Wenming glared at Luo Bai completely.

And the person who was stared at didn't care.

Suddenly, Luo Bai felt a dark gaze fall on him.

It's dark and uncertain, with a bit of gloom and thought.

And there's a glimmer of something unrecognizable.

Luo Bai looked down and found that the gaze came from the tall boy standing next to Tang Wenming on the podium.

He is indeed very tall, and it is estimated that he is a cut taller than Hong Hong, who is a basketball forward in the class, and he is at least 1.87 meters tall.

One meter eighty-seven.

This height, let alone the second year of high school, even if it is placed in the third year of high school, it will be up to the sky.

The boys' facial features are not very outstanding.

But put together, there is a strange handsomeness.

However, this handsomeness was quickly overwhelmed by his expressionless face and those obviously cold eyes.

Eerily gloomy.

The whole person seems to be wrapped in a dark cloud.

And after letting go of the cruel words, Tang Wenming quickly changed the topic.

He knew that if he didn't move away, the Demon King would continue to do things again.

"Ao Chen, please introduce yourself."

After saying that, he gave up his position.

The boy stepped forward and glanced lightly at the black-haired boy who had just become the focus of the audience, and then his eyes seemed to be empty.

"I'm Ao Chen."

After that, there was none.

The whole self-introduction is just four words.

Little fan: [Yayaya——! ~Baba, he seems to be messing with you at that time~]

Luo Bai: [Tsk. 】

For a moment, the atmosphere condensed.

Tang Wenming obviously didn't expect this transfer student to be so boring.

And in this stuffiness, there is also a little gloom.

His temples jumped, and Tang Wenming was suddenly worried.

Isn't it possible, there's another demon king?!

Don't!

It's this one, and he can't bear it!

But—

Tang Wenming's eyes flashed, "Ao Chen, you are tall, sit at the back, in the empty position in the last row of the fourth group." ”

As soon as these words came out.

The class fell silent again.

The last row of the fourth group.

That's—

Lo Bai's location.

One person, two seats!

Ao Chen didn't speak, his long legs moved, and he walked down from the podium in a few steps.

And the young man who was lazily leaning against the wall suddenly raised his foot, and a long straight leg was placed directly on the desk.

The limited-edition sneakers are very brand new and shining with the glow of a local tyrant.