I went to the teaching office, made a simple report, filled in the pages and pages, took the textbook materials, and the first report of Borian was so easily passed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If you want to enter Borian, this is an extremely difficult thing in the eyes of civilians, but it is simply easy for Lin Hao to come by.

Lin Hao was registered as an old man over fifty years old, who seemed to know Lin Hao's origins, everything was handled simply, looking at Lin Hao's eyes with a hint of awe, Lin Hao could of course guess that the origin of this respect must have the shadow of Zhou Jianguo.

Taking the bookmaterials and putting them in the schoolbag, Lin Hao also walked to the classroom where Zhou Min'er was, this was bought with Uncle Wu yesterday, from childhood to adulthood, the only bag Lin Hao has ever had, only something that can be eaten, nothing can be used.

The classroom is on the second floor of the teaching building on the right, which is class 306.

Everything in the classroom is decorated with high-grade decorations, with chalk of various colors on the lectern about two meters or so, in addition to books placed by the incoming teachers, and a cup beautifully carved in yellow wood.

There are four rows of tables and chairs, eight in a row, each spaced half a meter long, and each one is for two people to sit, after all, it is now high school, and the two people at the same table are both men and women, and the order of men and women is also separated in each row.

There are no fans on the ceiling, and there is nothing on the smooth ceiling except for the light tubes embedded in it.

There is a floor-to-ceiling air conditioner at the back of the classroom, which is one meter and eight meters away, although there is only one, but under its coolness, it will not be affected by the heat of this summer.

Zhou Min'er and Zhou Qianqian were at the fourth table in the second row, and when Lin Hao didn't know how to choose a seat, Zhou Qianqian pointed to the back of their row, obviously telling Lin Hao that it was an empty seat.

Lin Hao came to the last party to sit down, in fact, Lin Hao and Zhou Min'er didn't want too many people to know about their relationship if they wanted to get along so low-key at school.

Zhou Min'er felt that if people knew that Lin Hao was her bodyguard, the people who were so strong in this school would definitely treat Lin Hao as a subordinate, which was not what Zhou Min'er wanted to see.

As for Lin Haoke, he didn't think about it so much, he just felt that Zhou Min'er's suggestion was to let him protect him secretly, so as to catch the enemy off guard.

If someone finds out that they are unusual, they will explain it on the grounds of friends, and it is better to get along as classmates when no one knows.

It was also the trio after a night... After a short period of time, Zhou Qianqian felt that everything was a floating cloud, and it really didn't matter to her that Lin Hao's identity was not made public.

Sitting in his position, Lin Hao looked at everything in front of him very curiously, which should have been in his age, but he was unfamiliar with all this, and he was extremely happy.

Sitting at Lin Hao's table was a handsome young man, but why was his head wrapped in bandages?

It was dense, wrapped around and around, almost approaching his eyebrows, making his originally good-looking facial features lose a bit of color.

Seeing a new tablemate coming, the student with a bandage on his head showed a sunny smile and raised the handshake gesture to Lin Hao, "Hello, you are a new transfer student, my name is Fan Xiao." ”

"My name is Lin Hao, yes, I came here on the first day today, and I will give me a lot of advice. Lin Hao also stretched out his right hand and shook it with Fan Xiao.

Regarding the politeness of the same table, Lin Hao also feels that Fan Xiao is very qualified, and such a table is worth making deep friends, because the next alarm clock that wakes me up from sleep every day is you.

It's just that Lin Hao has always been curious about what is going on with his head, in this hot summer, even if it is a long scar on his head, Lin Hao refuses to wrap so many bandages on his head. So he said, "What's wrong with your head, are you alright?"

Speaking of this, Fan Xiao looked at Zhou Qianqian in front of him with some speechlessness, but it was also a moment, and he said embarrassedly, "Hehe, it's okay, it's just a small injury, a small injury." ”

It turned out that this classmate Fan Xiao was the classmate whose hair was burned off by Zhou Qianqian with a lighter that day. Fortunately, a few classmates around me at that time brought drinking bottles and drinks, and the fire was extinguished at the moment it started.

Although I just burned my hair, my scalp was also damaged, and now that I have no hair, it's good to have something to cover my ugliness.

Therefore, although his scalp was already healed, he was still reluctant to take off the bandage, and planned to wait for some burn marks to be intact before buying a hat to wear.

Because Zhou Qianqian's atrocity school really has no way to take her, not to mention the strength of his uncle Zhou Jianguo, and even the majesty of his father Zhou Yongsheng in the urban police circle, the school has to think twice about what policy Zhou Qianqian has.

Under the power, there is nothing to do, but Fan Xiaoke is one of the top students in the 306 class, and he is among the best in the whole grade.

It is precisely because of Fan Xiao's good study and close to Zhou Qianqian that the teacher also likes to compare them, and on weekdays, Fan Xiao is not less beaten by Zhou Qianqian.

Therefore, in order to let him get a better learning atmosphere, he was transferred to the back seat and escaped from Zhou Qianqian's clutches, I can't afford to provoke you, a little witch, and I can't hide.

Fan Xiao himself is also nearly one meter eight tall, and sitting in the back seat will not affect his vision. As for being placed in the front seat, it was only because of the good academic performance, so I was placed there.

Lin Hao looked at Fan Xiao's eyes and looked in the direction of Zhou Qianqian, and he guessed the rough idea.

Yesterday, he had already heard about Zhou Qianqian's incident at school, but he would not pierce this layer of window paper, after all, it is enough to be humiliated for a big man to be bullied like this by a girl.

After Fan Xiao opened the topic, the two also chatted. It wasn't until the bell rang that the teacher walked into the classroom.

After simply asking Lin Hao to introduce himself, he started today's lesson.

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For high school, everyone is angry and strives to get into a good university, or be admitted to a junior college. Everyone is striving for their goals.

Of course, this category refers to those students of the general population, who do not have the background of those who are wealthy, who have no parents who can help them, only parents who will drag them down in the future.

Therefore, they work harder, and the college entrance examination is a turning point in their lives, during this time, in addition to facing the darkness when they sleep, the day they open their eyes is basically facing books.

And Lin Hao is like those rich children, not because he is stupid, but what the teacher said, he basically can't understand a word, and he doesn't know much about junior high school, let alone high school?

Until the end of the last class in the afternoon, Fan Xiao was still writing and drawing in his notebook to record what he had learned today.

And Lin Hao, who was in the fog when he heard it, either played with the pen in his hand, or looked left and right, but when he looked away from Zhou Min'er and the others, a perception would still fall nearby.

It's not that he doesn't want to listen to the class, but only if he can understand it. Seeing that Zhou Min'er and her two daughters in front of them were packing their schoolbags, Lin Hao also began to pack up.

Just when Lin Hao lowered his head to clean up, Zhou Qianqian in front of him roared angrily, "Li Shikai, get out of the way for my mother." ”

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