Yan Zhou's back became smaller and smaller, and he saw a small girl wearing the same black uniform as Yan Zhou walk out of the teacher's building, come to Yan Zhou's side, frowning and complaining about something.

Song Mingcheng, who was staring at Yan Zhou closely, stood at the school gate, feeling only anger, anger, and extreme anger.

And the group of burning clouds naturally didn't dare to go up and touch his brow, and for a while, they didn't know whether to enter the campus or continue to accompany their boss to stand stupidly outside the school gate.

Song Mingcheng's face was gloomy, he took a deep breath, and looked at the little henchman who was alive and kicking around before and now looked like a dead dog.

The boy who was originally targeted by Yan Zhou and turned red with anger, his body trembled a little at the moment, and he looked at Song Mingcheng timidly, and after receiving Song Mingcheng's meaning, he hurriedly expressed his loyalty and said: "I'll go check on this person immediately!" ”

Yan Zhou - Very good, he remembered!

A gust of wind blew, and the only green on the campus sounded. Today, the sun is just right, lining the old school of No. 1 Middle School.

The campus area of this school is 108.8 acres, three teaching buildings are arranged on the left side, from south to north are the first high school and the second and third high school, each building is separated by the pond rockery of the Suzhou garden, and is connected by the arch bridge zigzag, along the pond planted with peach, pear, apricot, laurel tree, in spring and autumn, the pond is extraordinarily lively.

Facing the door is engraved with the "love, sincerity" two words of the school motto of the stele, the font is magnificent, but the red paint has been somewhat faded in the wind and sun, the stele is also full of potholes, at a glance you can see the stele is full of mottled times, according to legend, it was established 80 years ago when the school was erected here.

Behind the stele is a dense forest of unspeakable names, and beyond that, there is a cafeteria, student dormitories, and a gymnasium.

On the right is the laboratory building, the teaching building, and the auditorium, which looks newer than the others and has apparently just been renovated.

Most of these buildings are made of stone, and the walls are full of creepers, because it is winter, and only dead vines can be seen on the walls, which is quite miserable.

Song Mingcheng was very uncomfortable with this kind of school with a sense of the times, as if he had suddenly traveled from modern society to the Middle Ages.

No. 7 Middle School is a private school, and the teaching equipment is very modern along the route of an aristocratic college. And now the No. 1 Middle School is equipped with classrooms with multimedia equipment, but in the end it is still far from the No. 7 Middle School.

The classroom was half smaller than before, there were more than a dozen more people, there were many scratches on the stools, and even the desks were made of iron, which made him think of that Yan Zhou, who was also cold and square, and it really made people want to step on that cold face a few times.

More than 500 students of No. 7 Middle School were forced to change into school uniforms, not to mention, the school uniforms of No. 1 Middle School are very good-looking, mainly because the previous principal has a very aesthetic eye, and this school uniform is worn on people, and the temperament is completely different.

Especially girls, their skin is already snow-white, and after wearing blue, they look crystal clear. So the first to take the lead were those girls, and the boys who were bought by the beauty of the girls were also half-pushed, half-persuaded by the members of the discipline inspection department, and put on new school uniforms.

Of course, excluding Song Mingcheng.

Obviously, his name has long been known, so none of the members of the Discipline Inspection Department took the initiative to send him to vent his anger.

Song Mingcheng looked at the scattered red dots in the class and laughed angrily.

That Yan Zhou, what a good means!

Before he was angry enough, his eyes swept to Hu Moyin, who walked into the classroom with his head down.

Hu Moyin glanced at Song Mingcheng, lowered his head again, his long black hair was roughly tied up, and stubbornly hung on her slightly slumped shoulder, covering the small red birthmark on the back of her neck.

It seems that the whole person is soulless.

Song Mingcheng's eyes were sharp, and when he saw Hu Moyin's abnormality, he endured his irritability, lowered his voice as low as possible, and asked, "What are you crying about?" ”

As everyone knows, his occasional gentleness can make a girl's eyes red in an instant.

Hu Moyin, who hadn't changed into a middle school uniform because he was late, lowered his head and said, "Brother Song, I'm sorry...... Your breakfast was taken away by the Discipline Inspection Department. ”

Song Mingcheng, who was already angry: "Damn! ”

Hu Moyin raised his head in panic, and his bright eyes were suddenly stained with a layer of mist. Song Mingcheng's face froze, and he reluctantly softened his tone and said, "I'm not scolding you." ”

Song Mingcheng still wanted to comfort her with a few more words when he was hungry, but at this time, Qin Deng, who was in the next class, was also dressed in red, and he didn't come early or late, so he came to see Song Mingcheng at this time.

He glanced at Song Mingcheng's class, and there were only a few people wearing the school uniforms of the original No. 7 Middle School, and he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother Song, even you don't use it." ”

He and Song Mingcheng are completely two types of people, his tall and thin figure always feels like he is going to fall to the ground when he blows, his complexion is pale, his lips are bright red, and there is no trace of vitality.

But those who knew Qin Deng's methods would never despise him because of Qin Deng's appearance.

Not to mention anything else, fighting with people and playing tricks is what Qin Deng is best at. Song Mingcheng has always been unable to grasp his handle, so although Qin Deng's methods are despicable, he still becomes one of the best figures in the seven.

However, Qin Deng and Song Mingcheng's concepts are extremely incompatible, especially Song Mingcheng, who is the supremacy of strength and advocates an upright duel, is very disdainful of his unpopular methods, so Qin Deng usually does not rush up to be sarcastic by him.

This time, Qin Deng took the initiative to find Song Mingcheng, obviously he also heard the rumors, and knew that Song Mingcheng was blocked at the door by a person from No. 1 Middle School, and he was almost humiliated, but he found an opportunity to find out Song Mingcheng's bad luck. Seeing that Song Mingcheng ignored him, Qin Deng asked again: "Could it be that Brother Song also knows how to write the word 'afraid'?" ”

Song Mingcheng naturally saw Qin Deng's intentions, but at this moment, because of his disgust for Qin Deng, he calmed down and asked rhetorically: "Didn't you also run here like a lost dog?" It's better to care about me than to care about yourself, don't always chew the root of people's tongues behind your back, like a. ”

didn't follow his script, which made Qin Deng a little annoyed, so naturally he wanted to slap the table and fight with Song Mingcheng on the spot, but fortunately, at this time, Song Mingcheng's homeroom teacher Sun Linfei entered the classroom, looked at Qin Deng, frowned, and said, "Go back to your classroom." ”

Although Sun Linfei has done enough of the majesty of a teacher, her voice is too soft and gentle, so that people can't feel any compulsion. However, Qin Deng would not take the initiative to provoke Song Mingcheng in front of the teacher, so he immediately shook off his disdainful eyes and left abruptly.

And Song Mingcheng also had a small note in his hand. Song Mingcheng wanted to throw it but couldn't bear it, so he forcibly endured the sense of rejection and stuffed the note into his pocket.

The bright red school uniform is like scattered blood droplets in the blue sea, and it is difficult to become a climate. However, Song Mingcheng was angry, but he was not as brainless as Qin Deng thought. Everyone knows that he, Song Mingcheng, has suffered a loss from Yan Zhou, so it is naturally impossible to find trouble with people openly and honestly now.

Here, he had a bad stomach, and he had already tossed Yan Zhou in his mind, and over there, Sun Linfei had already stood on the podium to conduct her lengthy class meeting teaching.

It is nothing more than to introduce the school motto and rules of No. 1 Middle School, Sun Linfei's voice is a little small, but he speaks very seriously, but no one is listening. She has long been accustomed to such a situation, but just now she passed by the classroom of the group of children in No. 1 Middle School, and when she saw the polite attitude of those students, she didn't know whether envy or sadness rose in her heart.

It wasn't until she talked about the most feared discipline inspection department that she found that the attention of the whole class was attracted, especially Song Mingcheng, who was either sleeping or skipping class all day, was looking at her without blinking.

Sun Linfei held back the strong thought of wanting to turn around and run away, and said: "Although the Discipline Inspection Department belongs to the student union and belongs to the student autonomy, the head of the Discipline Inspection Department is jointly elected by the parents of the parent committee......

Song Mingcheng's eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon swept over, and Sun Linfei's thinking was disrupted and he paused on the podium.

A few girls whispered, "Is that Yan Zhou?" I didn't see it so powerful. ”

"But didn't you hear that Brother Song was ...... just now? Blocked, blocked the door? This voice was obviously very low, but it was still heard by Song Mingcheng.

Sun Linfei came back to his senses, straightened his attitude, and his tone was rarely a little tough, and said: "Discipline inspection is in charge of attendance and school discipline and school rules, in the past, we all turned a blind eye to let you pass, but now I'm afraid it won't work." ”

Some people have already taken out their mobile phones and logged on to the No. 1 China forum. Of course, the name of the forum has now been changed to the West-China Forum, but this does not prevent the seventh middle school students from treating it as a position of the No. 1 Middle School.

Searching for "Yan Zhou" on the forum, hundreds of topics immediately appeared in front of their eyes, and there were even candid photos posted by the candid photographers, not only, but also made Yan Zhou even more handsome to a new height.

The girls who had seen Yan Zhou himself naturally recalled Yan Zhou's appearance, and some of the undetermined wall grasses immediately defected from Song Mingcheng's group to Yan Zhou's group.

Although I don't want to admit it, Yan Zhou's abstinence and handsomeness are completely rare in their seven, and Rao is a firm Song Mingcheng fan couldn't help but look at Yan Zhou's photos a few more times.

However, in addition to those daily candid photos, there are also many Yan Zhou's appearances in the list of commendations from the school, as well as various competition awards, and all kinds of revelations, which finally put him on the altar.

There are hundreds of topics, but there is not a single black boat, which is simply unscientific.

"Wow, he actually has a parent fan group, this plug-in is too big!"

A boy shouted out directly, shaking Sun Linfei and the whole class, and there was a few faint exclamations in the classroom, and then, there was a riot.

Yan Zhou, Yan Zhou, Yan Zhou!

With a "bang", Song Mingcheng slammed his hand on the table, and the classroom immediately fell silent.

Song Mingcheng stood up and pulled away the stool, and the feet of the stool scratched the ground with a piercing scream. He walked past the frightened and frightened gazes of his classmates and left the classroom.