The 30-year-old tree overcame the cold of winter and stood energetically on the sidewalks on both sides of the school. It was silent, as ever.

And today, the key high school of the city's No. 1 Middle School that it guards is several times more lively than in previous years.

On the two sidewalks, a group of students in the red striped No. 7 school uniform and the students in the blue uniform of No. 1 Middle School are clearly distinguished, like two constantly intertwined ropes that never accept each other, slowly moving towards the same school gate.

They test each other, but they never come close, and they watch from afar, and the dark waves are turbulent.

Since the beginning of this year, the city's No. 1 Middle School and the city's No. 7 Middle School have been merged into West Middle School, and the school building of No. 7 Middle School, which was originally in the downtown area, has been classified as commercial land, and the students of the original No. 7 Middle School will also go to study in the new building of the original No. 1 Middle School from today.

This notice has been passed down for several years, and now, it has finally been implemented.

Song Mingcheng wore a red school uniform, and the cuffs of his white shirt were casually rolled up, revealing his absolutely powerful arms and perfectly proportioned muscles.

The originally heroic appearance looked evil because of his rough movements.

With a height of 1.85 meters, he looked proudly at the middle school students who kept throwing hostile glances at them through Fatong, and his sharp gaze made those children who only knew how to read feel frightened.

A sturdier boy followed behind Song Mingcheng with a flattering face, like a little follower, looking at Song Mingcheng with a little respect in his expression, after seeing Song Mingcheng's expression and no dissatisfaction, he immediately said excitedly: "Brother Song, listen to me, this head of the discipline inspection department of No. 1 Middle School is said to be a menopausal old witch, and he thinks of ways to find trouble every day......"

This exaggerated tone and slightly stimulating content that he was not afraid of were shouted out by him with full anger, winning the angry eyes of the group of middle school students and Song Mingcheng sneering.

Song Mingcheng glanced over, and the boy's face immediately changed to a brighter smile, and he said: "This is also before, in the future, the first middle school is the world of our seventh middle school!" ”

When he said this, the two teams, which were not originally integrated, had already walked to the front of the school gate. These words were like an oath, which made everyone's attention focus on Song Mingcheng.

And whether it was a piercing or adoring gaze, Song Mingcheng didn't seem to care, and he still looked like a hanger.

You can feel the subtle atmosphere in the air when you board the school gate.

The first middle school students naturally entered the campus, but the boy from the seventh middle school just now made many students from the first middle school who did not agree to the merger of the school very annoyed, so many people stood at the school gate and stared at the group of seventh middle school students, most of their faces were full of indignation, but a blue ocean was formed.

Song Mingcheng's gaze swept over the group of little weak chickens, and he lost much interest. I just think that No. 1 Middle School is nothing more than that, and it is not worth him to be so excited.

He stopped at the door, and the group of people in the seventh middle school behind him also stopped. A large area of Wuwu in the seventh middle school was like a burning cloud, and no one entered the school gate. This looks more like a provocation than going to school.

The clouds of fire gathered more and more, and it was a headache to watch.

Song Mingcheng didn't speak, so no one dared to speak at the moment, and the dogleg who originally planned to continue gossiping noticed the subtle change in Song Mingcheng's attitude, and immediately shut up, stepped aside, and waited to see Song Mingcheng show his skills and bow down to the group of boys who had never seen the world.

For this group of cowards who didn't dare to speak, Song Mingcheng didn't care at all, but he was a little interested in the minister of discipline inspection mentioned by his younger brother.

"I would like to meet the minister of discipline inspection to see if she is strong in preaching or my fists." Song Mingcheng narrowed his eyebrows, and finally stepped into the school, and the momentum around him suddenly changed from lazy to sharp, making the dozen or so younger brothers who were originally following him feel a trace of excitement.

My boss is going to make trouble!

Just as they were gearing up, ready to let this group of bright reds disrupt the original pure blue campus environment, "Bang! A black whip grazed Song Mingcheng's neck and crossed in front of him, blocking Song Mingcheng's entire way.

The black close-fitting uniform rose slightly with the movements of the comer, and suddenly appeared between the red. The clear figure is silent and sharp.

The most distinctive symbol of the Discipline Inspection Department of No. 1 Middle School is this black stand-up collar uniform. Unexpectedly, the enemy came so quickly, Song Mingcheng raised his eyebrows proudly, and he was in an excellent mood.

It seems that his prestige is far and wide.

The teenager, who had his back to Song Mingcheng, looked at the first middle school student in the school and asked coldly, "Don't go to class?" ”

The blue ocean seemed to be disturbed by the black stone thrown into it, slowly rippling, and soon dispersed like a stream, and then turned into blue beads that fell into the jade plate, only some of the worried Yizhong students were reluctant to disperse for a long time, watching from afar.

It seems that this man ...... It's not a small source.

"This classmate, please be cautious in your words and deeds." The man with his back to them slowly turned around, revealing a cold and square face, and his beautiful voice seemed to be wrapped in a layer of frost, and with the black clothes, he was even more handsome.

Many girls in the seventh middle school saw that their eyes were straight, and they couldn't help but whisper.

When Song Mingcheng heard this, he chuckled lightly and slowly put on the school uniform on his shoulders as if it was intentional. The sportswear of No. 7 Middle School has always been their signature, and when worn on Song Mingcheng, it has a feeling of a big brother.

He looked up at the black-clothed young man who was half a head shorter than himself, about 1.75 meters, and arrogantly provoked: "Oh? What did I say? ”

Not only was he not deterred by this man's cold gaze, but he even took a few steps forward, and even deliberately approached the whip and responded with a defiant gaze.

The visitor ignored Song Mingcheng, who was already angry on the side, and swept his cold gaze to the little brother who told Song Mingcheng about the Discipline Inspection Department as a joke outside the school, and said indifferently: "I'm talking to you." ”

The boy who was named was flushed.

Song Mingcheng, who was provoked and ignored, suddenly reached out and grabbed the whip that was constantly stimulating his nerves. His strength was so great that he was holding the end of the whip by one person, standing at the school gate and not giving in to each other.

Of course, this "mutual incompatibility" is just what Song Mingcheng thinks. The intruder, who was a head shorter than him, did not change his expression in the slightest, as if he had not received the signal from Song Mingcheng's provocation at all.

Song Mingcheng didn't move, but the people in No. 7 Middle School were excited, and the people from No. 1 Middle School also watched from afar, and after seeing the warning gaze of the young man in black, he couldn't help but tremble reflexively, as if he had done something bad and hurried to class.

The whip trembled, and Song Mingcheng, who was holding the whip, naturally felt it, and he looked at the person who was shorter and thinner than him with disdain, and he didn't believe that person could really treat him.

He wants to capture No. 1 Middle School and become famous in a fight, and now is the best opportunity!

Song Mingcheng's dream was not over yet, and he suddenly felt that his wrist was being whipped by a cold whip somewhere, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand.

The silver whip drew a circle in the air and was taken back, but it was his own outstretched wrist, which was held by the other party.

The two froze at the school gate, but they were so harmonious that they seemed to be shaking hands.

"Shame on you!" Song Mingcheng never thought that if he didn't check for a while, someone would actually take the lead.

He naturally wanted to immediately beat the other party all over the ground to find teeth, but the other party's skills were good, and it was not something he could control for a while...... This person is much more powerful than those gangsters in the seventh middle school.

He tried to throw the other man out, but the boy's grip on his wrist was so strong that he didn't have any way to break it.

"Why don't you wear school uniforms?" As soon as these words came out, the students of the seventh middle school who were originally in turmoil felt inexplicable pressure in those eyes full of courage, and the team suddenly became quiet.

The blue uniforms had long been distributed to every student before the start of the school year, and today, a large number of people from No. 7 Middle School were wearing the uniforms of the original high school, no matter what their purpose was, it was already a great provocation for No. 1 Middle School.

It's just that the other party lightly avoided Song Mingcheng's angry gaze, as if he didn't take Song Mingcheng seriously at all, which was the reason for completely angering Song Mingcheng.

"Please, you don't want to think about why our two middle schools were merged. Isn't it because your school is so poor, so poor that you don't even have the spare money to install multimedia in every classroom, that you come to our No. 7 Middle School? Song Mingcheng buckled the other party's wrist, word by word, and said maliciously, "If you want to change the school uniform, you will also change it!" ”

Hearing this, the visitor lowered his eyes, and just when Song Mingcheng thought that he had finally won back a city, he saw Bingshan shake his head, and his lips showed an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, slowly opened his eyes, and said: "Isn't it because the private middle school is unsustainable, and only by merging with the public can it survive?" ”

He said it too firmly, with convincing power, which made Song Mingcheng blush with anger.

The calm and arrogant teenager said: "The second set of school uniforms, I have already asked people to put them in your classroom. ”

Obviously, come prepared!

Knowing that he had been put on a beating, Song Mingcheng clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes slightly. Those who know him know that Song Mingcheng is on the verge of going crazy at the moment.

This person seems to know very well where a person's bottom line is. When Song Mingcheng really wanted to fight back regardless of it, he actually turned around and left silently in the direction of the teaching building.

"Who are you?" Song Mingcheng kicked away the school uniform that had fallen at his feet, and his face was covered with dense dark clouds of impending rainstorm.

The young man didn't look back, far away, he said slowly: "I'm Yan Zhou." ”

No. 1 Middle School, the new head of the Department of Discipline Inspection.

Yan Zhou.

A more difficult role than the previous head of the discipline inspection department known as the "old witch".