"Boss, how did you become so good-looking? Is it just a haircut? ”

"Boss, you used to be so good-looking, why didn't you take care of us, this took you out, what a face!"

The monkey kicked them away.

", boss, you dare to get involved? is as good as the boss, and only a scholar like Tang Mohan can be worthy of it! ”

……

Xia Ling sat there calmly.

Although she never does her homework, since she returned to the third middle school this time, she has changed the atmosphere of the second and third classes of high school.

First of all, during class, keep her absolutely quiet.

Even if you don't listen to lectures, even if you skip class, even if you lie there and sleep, it doesn't matter......

But who dares to speak in class, I'm sorry, see you at the corner of the stairs, and a beating is light.

Second, answer questions in class.

When the teacher asks questions, be sure to create a very positive atmosphere to drive the teacher's enthusiasm in class.

So monkeys and the like, every time they go to class, they can't even sleep......

Obviously, I just stayed up all night last night surfing the Internet and playing games.

But when they arrived at the classroom, one group of them could only take turns to catch up on sleep, and the other group could only hold their eyes and raise their half-dead hands, creating an illusion that the students were actively answering when the teacher asked questions.

"Boss, Tang Xueba is very good. looks handsome, and his grades are so good that he flies, but ...... It's been a few days since you've been back, when can you take us and give those bunnies in the first year of high school a little bit of power? ”

The monkey asked Xia Ling with a smile on his face.

He's talking about the bastards in the first year of high school.

Since Su Xia changed schools, the third middle school has been in chaos.

The first year of high school hugged a group of people, and the third year of high school hugged a group of people, each of whom claimed to be the leader of the third middle school.

In the second year of high school, the monkey barely carried the banner, but his strength was not good, and he was very tired and weak......

Therefore, it is easy to look forward to the girl's return, and he is bent on recovering the field he lost before.

"When?" Xia Ling hooked his lips and turned his pen.

The ballpoint pen swirled between her white fingers, and then clicked and pressed against the table.

The soft sound made a noise to Tang Mohan next to him.

Qingjun's face had some red marks, his eyebrows twisted slightly, and he sat up.

I only saw the girl's peach blossom eyes, the light moved slightly, and I heard the girl's low voice.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, since you want to fight, then make a war book today, make an appointment tomorrow afternoon, and let those little rabbit cubs call people neatly, so as not to say that our sophomore bullies are not even."

"Good!" It was as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and the monkey suddenly became excited.

However, after the excitement, he was a little apprehensive.

"Boss, the people before us have dispersed, although the bunnies in the first year of high school are a little crazy, but there are still a lot of people, at least twenty or thirty, we can fight more than a dozen people, can we fight?"

"Twenty or thirty? Afraid of what? Xia Ling raised his eyebrows and looked at Tang Mohan next to him.

The latter looked indifferent, sat there, and continued to work on his new book "The Complete Solution of Mathematics".

His eyes flashed, and Xia Ling said to the monkey: "I can fight four or five alone, Tang Mohan can fight four or five alone, and you can divide the rest equally." ”

Can Tang Mohan fight? When he said this, the monkeys didn't believe it.

Since coming to No. 3 Middle School, in a pile of scumbags, Tang Mohan has set up a god of learning, and he is still very stable.