The next day, when Lu Feng walked into the classroom with a blue face and a swollen nose and scars, he was not stared at with pity and sympathy, but with cold eyes and ridicule. Walking down the aisle, he could hear many whispers.

"I heard that he was beaten out of Xiang by Fang Peng yesterday!"

"That's right, he couldn't get up after beating him, and he lay on the ground and begged for mercy."

"It's a lesson to be dragged like this!"

Showing off everywhere and watching the lively schadenfreude, Lu Feng was not annoyed, but silently lowered his head and listened carefully to all this. He believes in an eternal truth on the field - those who get information win the world, and only by knowing themselves and knowing their opponents can they not be defeated in a hundred battles. Therefore, it is necessary to gather as much intelligence as possible about this class at the moment.

Luckily, you don't have to ask hard at all, as long as you sit still, the information will continue to flow into your ears and eyes through the chat, and all you need is a little more patience and attention than usual.

"Yesterday I saw that little flat head slip in the toilet and laughed at my belly......"

"Li Tian from the next class came back with a big bouquet of flowers yesterday, and I heard that he knelt down at the staircase to propose to Xiaohui......"

"Really? Super romantic......"

"These shoes were brought back by my dad in the United States, and they are too expensive......

"Can I lend this book a day......

"Wouldn't it, 39 points? It's the first time I've seen this kind of score when I'm this old......"

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No matter how big or small the words are, Lu Feng carefully recorded them in his notebook, and then categorized each sentence into the name of the speaker or the object of the discourse, and in this way, he collected the fragments of words like a child picking up puzzles, carefully scrutinizing and figuring out everyone's personality and love and hate. Finally, the relationship between each person is connected in a straight line based on the dialogue.

Gradually, the veins of a puzzle became clear.

When Lu Feng looked up from his notebook with a sigh of relief, he just caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes staring at him in front of him, the other party had dark skin and a sneer on his face. His left cheek and forehead were bruised, but nowhere near as much as Lu Feng's.

"Fang Peng," his notes described the swarthy boy, "the man of the year in the class and even in the whole grade." There is a big brother who mixes with the underworld outside the school, his father is a loan shark, and his mother was hacked to death by the enemy in her early years - at least that's what others say. ”

In view of this special "birth", no one in this class dares to disobey him, unless he is "ignorant of the world" like Lu Feng. Lu Feng knew in his heart that Fang Peng's tilt on himself would definitely not be only once.

In addition to Fang Peng, there is another force in the class, and he is Yan Xiaojun. Yan Xiaojun is not tall, fair-skinned, and his small flat head is dyed light red, he wants others to call him "Sakuragi", but in the end he is still called "Little Flat Head". Every time a teacher suspected him of dyeing his hair, he would justifiably retort, "Born like this, isn't it?" ”

Unlike Fang Peng, Yan Xiaojun was not born "prominent", but he was a well-known fighting king, and even junior high school students dared to beat him. Fang Peng and his gang often ridiculed and slandered him in private, but none of them dared to really provoke him.

Fang Peng formed a party for personal gain and collected protection money everywhere. Yan Xiaojun is single-handed, but everyone has to give in to his fists. Two whirlpools swept through the class together - this was the power map that Lu Feng finally put together.

The two vortices are ostensibly inviolable against each other, but in fact they are constantly undercurrent. And all Lu Feng had to do was to flick it lightly, so that the whirlpool named Yan Xiaojun would devour the whirlpool named Fang Peng......

Lu Feng stayed late in the classroom that day, and after finishing his homework, he lay on his desk and slew. After the classmates on duty finished cleaning, they just glanced at him and left nonchalantly.

Fang Peng and his gang waited for a long time at the school gate to block him, but they couldn't wait, and finally had to give up. Fang Peng thought to himself, "Hmph, if you can run, the monk can't run the temple, and I'll concoct you tomorrow", so he took his partner to fight.

The huge campus suddenly became quiet, and the huge canopy of phoenix trees swayed in the wind, and the branches and leaves made a rustling sound. Lu Feng felt a cold wind pass through the back of his neck, like someone gently wiped the back of his neck with the back of a knife, the residual temperature of the setting sun gradually disappeared from his feet, and he smelled the breath of the night.

Only then did Lu Feng raise his head from the crook of his arm, and a thin bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, and it was scorching. The classroom had become so dark that the flag above the blackboard was almost invisible, and a breeze blew through it, and a chalk wind flew over the uncleaned podium.

There was a blood-red remnant sun hanging on the floor and desk of the classroom, which looked like a pool of blood, and Lu Feng felt that this was simply an apocalyptic scene. He slowly approached Yan Xiaojun's desk, and reached out to turn out all the books in the drawer.

Looking at it under the remnant sun, most of the books were comics, and the few textbooks were also full of graffiti, and there was nothing Lu Feng was looking for, so he simply tilted the desk and shook it twice, and the next paper ball jumped out.

Lu Feng picked up the paper ball and opened it to take a look, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he really didn't take this kind of thing away. He knew that this little ball of paper was about to take it by storm.