Bai Mao and Xiang Zai suddenly fell into those unforgettable memories from before.

"What are we doing here?" Another student came up with a new plan.

"Will you be betrayed by someone from your own class?" Xiang Tsai raised a key question.

"Why don't we ask him to clean the dorm toilet for us?" A handsome guy with blond hair said.

This handsome guy has only recently regained his reputation as a handsome guy, and he didn't even recognize his face for the past two months. Sometimes handsome is also a sin, Meng Fan looked at him, he was more ruthless, and greeted him in the face.

"Andy, don't you have a long face? It's no wonder that so many people don't die when they sweep the dormitory toilets. Bai Mao instantly rejected Andy's opinion.

There was a rather heated discussion below, but I didn't notice the growing trembling body of the teacher above.

Meng Fan paced small steps and slowly walked on the Maple Leaf Avenue of the Fifth Middle School.

As soon as Meng Fan returned to the door of the classroom, he was watched by a pilgrim's gaze.

Meng Fan reacted and looked at the English teacher's expectant eyes, "Teacher, I went to the toilet just now." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, come in class, come in and sit, come in and sit." The English teacher was extremely enthusiastic and personally invited Meng Fan to his seat.

Being a teacher and a student to this level is also quite powerful.

Meng Fan didn't react for a while, after all, he had just been arrested and punished, and now the English teacher had the intention of inviting the ancestor back.

"You didn't do anything to him, did you?" Meng Fan looked at the English teacher who was already sweating all over, and said to the white-haired Zhao An.

"Boss, we didn't do anything." Bai Mao immediately denied it, but Meng Fan's eyes revealed deep suspicion.

When the English teacher heard the conversation between Meng Fan and Bai Mao, she suddenly felt like she was in tears.

Who can calmly be stared at by dozens of murderous eyes in class, and it is like a fish on a chopping board being discussed in front of others whether it should be boiled or steamed.

Who can live without psychological pressure? It's nice that it won't form a psychological shadow.

Time always passes before people know it, in this strange class. Those who should have attended the lectures did not attend the lectures, and those who should have attended the classes did not have the spirit to attend the classes, and the time passed too long in their eyes.

Meng Fan has directly flipped through the English book more than 20 times, but he still hasn't found a word that he knows himself, and he also knows it.

"After class, all students can do their own free activities." The English teacher couldn't stand this depression anymore and announced the end of the class in advance.

The students reacted quickly in just a fraction of a second, and within a minute, everyone except Meng Fan and the English teacher were gone.

"Goodbye, teacher." Meng Fan stood up and left the classroom.

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The moonlight hangs the curtains, and the stars scatter in all directions......

Meng Fan and Ouyang Yan walked together on the most prosperous street in Changping City, and the two walked together in harmony.

"Son, look at that boy, he has a girlfriend at such a young age. Look at yourself, twenty-seven, eight, you haven't even found a girlfriend. A gray-haired woman saw Meng Fan and the others, and turned her head sideways to talk to a man who looked honest.

Because the woman didn't suppress the volume, Meng Fan and the others heard it clearly.

As soon as Ouyang Yan heard this, he immediately took a step back, looking like he didn't know Meng Fan.

But this is an alternative acquiescence in the eyes of passers-by, after all, young people will always be embarrassed when they encounter this kind of thing.

"You don't look at their eyes like they're saying their little couple is shy." Meng Fan followed Ouyang Yan and took a step back, and once again tilted his head next to her and whispered in Ouyang Yan's ear.

The ambiguous atmosphere suddenly increased dramatically, and Ouyang Yan's ears felt the heat of Meng Fan's words, and he immediately pushed Meng Fan away.

"It feels like you're playing tricks on me." Meng Fan teased Ouyang Yan, further strengthening the ambiguity between the two.

"If you do this again, I can consider visiting the student's home to see what the student's parents have to say about the student's situation at school." Ouyang Yan counterattacked at the right time.

"Then I'll send you home!" Meng Fan continued to take Ouyang Yan shopping while running the train with his mouth full.

A lot of times it takes a little shamelessness for something unexpected to happen. Just like Meng Fan dragged Ouyang Yan to the pedestrian street, Ouyang Yan walked for a while and happily accompanied Meng Fan to enjoy the prosperity of Changping City.

"Meng Fan, what do you want to do in the future?" Ouyang Yan asked Meng Fan casually.

"I have a goal that I probably won't be able to achieve in my lifetime -- I want people to accept mutants." Meng Fan replied very seriously.

Ouyang Yan was taken aback by Meng Fan, "This may be difficult, very difficult!" It's unrealistically hard. ”

"I know, I know it's going to be hard, if not impossible, to achieve this goal, but I don't want to see the people here, the home, everything here destroyed because of the mutant war, it wouldn't be worth it." Meng Fan stopped and looked into Ouyang Yan's eyes and said.

"The rights and wrongs of mutants and ordinary people cannot be explained in one or two sentences, but the unforgettable hatred of the first interterionormal war is not something that one or two generations can forget."

"But it needs someone to do it, and I might not be able to do anything, but I have to do it. If you don't do it, you can't make any progress, and if you do it, there will always be a glimmer of hope. Meng Fan was a little frustrated, and said a little helplessly.

"Your path will be difficult, you may not have a good ending, and your family may be ruined."

"I know, I'm well aware of the consequences of defeat, but I don't think there's anything left of the world if there's a world war."

"Because of the first time?"

"The first casualties don't mean anything, so many deaths don't mean anything. Then no one will make the same mistake again the second time. ”

Although the wind is blowing as always, it brings a trace of coolness to everyone's hearts.

The fog on the Hanjiang River slowly rose, gradually enveloping Changping City, and the fog seemed to be tangible and intangible, hazy and ethereal between the literati's poems. Hope does not have the slightest artistic conception of heaven and earth, and some are only hazy and ethereal.

The yellow lights on the streets of Changping City give people a very unreal feeling, and the autumn mood is too heavy.

Ouyang Yan felt that the wind was too cold tonight.

Meng Fan looked at Ouyang Yan's trembling body, took off his black windbreaker and draped it over Ouyang Yan.

Ouyang Yan silently held Meng Fan's hand, hoping to use the only warmth she had to give Meng Fan a little recognition in his lonely heart.

Meng Fan paused slightly, and clutched the soft wattle in his hand tightly