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Sitting on the brand-new chair, Luo Jiang completely ignored the teacher's feelings, and looked out the window in a daze.

At the last moment of the last battle of the Ninth Middle School, Lin Yantang turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind. With the death of Lin Yantang, Lin Qiuping, Lin Xiaoran, Qiong Lian, and Sun Haoran returned to normal one after another, and there was no more evenly matched opponent, but there was Lin Qiuping, a powerful helper, and it was no longer a problem to escape from the threat of the tornado.

The only thing that made Luo Jiang feel nostalgic was that the old guy from Wang Quan not only did not receive any punishment, but mixed up the title of a hero.

The identity of Lin Yantang's tombstone clan was exposed, and everything he did was no longer caused by any good things, whether it was improving the teaching quality of the ninth middle school, or improving the promotion rate of the ninth middle school, it was useless, everything was useless.

Because he is a tombstone clan, everything he does is to subvert the human race, and because the royal power indirectly killed Lin Yantang, everything he did will no longer be pursued.

The massacre of the teachers and students of the Ninth Middle School was to prevent Lin Yantang's conspiracy from being carried out, and the massacre of former students of the Ninth Middle School was to prevent Lin Yantang's conspiracy from succeeding.

All in all, the royal power was whitewashed. has become dignified, and the word hero deserves its name.

Another hero, undoubtedly, is not Luo Jiang, but Zhang Yu, who is the vice president of Shancheng University.

Principal Zhang Yu was not afraid of danger and experienced the crisis, not only successfully stopped Lin Yantang's crazy plan, but also rescued thousands of students from Jiujiu Middle School in the collapse of the teaching building. It can really be described as a model of educators, and the title of a hero is naturally not exaggerated.

Luo Jiang didn't know what was wrong with it, and he didn't bother to care.

rejected Wang Quan's kind intention to invite him to skip a grade to go to high school in No. 2 Middle School, Luo Jiang followed the students of No. 9 Middle School who escaped death and transferred to No. 21 Middle School together.

No. 21 Middle School, the best junior high school in the whole mountain city, has good teaching quality and strong teachers, which is many times better than the No. 9 Middle School in a remote corner.

To be able to transfer to No. 21 Middle School, almost all the parents of students chose to remain silent and no longer pursue it, as long as they can go to No. 21 Middle School.

However, is Twenty-One really as good as it is rumored? Not really.

Today, so far, in just two twenty-minute breaks between classes, Luo Jiang has already had two former Ninth Middle School students bullied in front of his eyes.

Twenty-one Middle School is worthy of Twenty-one Middle School, the teaching quality of teachers is not said, and the source of students is far stronger than that of Ninth Middle School, I don't know how much. Therefore, the students of No. 9 Middle School were reduced to the bottom students as soon as they came.

Why did those poor students from No. 9 Middle School encroach on our living space? The seats that were already crowded were fatally squeezed because the students of No. 9 Middle School who suddenly arrived became a little smaller. I don't know where the news came from, but it quickly became popular and became the mainstream concept of the students of No. 21 Middle School.

Since you have seized my study space and squeezed out my study resources, then you should have stronger strength than me! What? No? That's good! Then I will weigh your ability!

"Hey, Nine! Say you! Yes, it's you!" The squad leader of Class 5, a short and chubby little man, his name was Zheng Zhong, and his voice was a little silly.

"Huh, talk about me?"

Before you know it, another class has passed, and the students of Class 5 have ushered in their third recess.

"It's not you, who else, there are only three nines in our class!" the little fat man was impatient.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, you know? Since you are from the ninth middle school, we have to abide by the rules of our twenty-first middle school, and the transfer students will all have a greeting gift! You choose, do you sing upside down like the first one? Or the second one-backed push-ups?"

The first two bullied students of the ninth middle school were not students in the third class, and Luo Jiang didn't know each other, although he wanted to help, but seeing the two of them being like a glutton, Luo Jiang also put out the idea of meddling, he didn't expect the current world to come so quickly, and finally it was his turn in the third class.

"Okay, I have three ponds here, you can take them and eat them, it will be regarded as a meeting gift!" Luo Jiang looked at the little fat man with interest.

Sure enough, the little fat man's face turned the color of pig liver: "Fuck, shame on your face! Brothers, this kid from the ninth middle school wants to find something exciting!"

Hearing the class leader's call, the students of Class 5 immediately came to their senses, and surrounded Luo Jiang in three strokes and two times.

"Luo Jiang, I know you are amazing, but this is the 21st Middle School, not the 9th Middle School, you are still ......" The two classmates who were bullied just now looked like I was a student of the 21st Middle School, and one of them kindly persuaded Luo Jiang.

"Or what? Do you follow the local customs? If you should be bullied, you should be bullied? You can't let out a fart?"

"You, how can you do this? We kindly persuade you, lest you suffer a big loss, and you don't even know what to do!" Another classmate who was bullied pulled the one who spoke before: "Ignore him, let him suffer a little!"

The little fat man of the fifth class leader smiled, and his face was full of meat folds with a smile: "Hahaha... Do you see it? The one who knows the times is Junjie, your two classmates are Junjie, I'm thinking about whether to develop them as reservists in the fifth class of the Champion Pavilion!"

"What?Champion Pavilion?Can you really enter the Champion Pavilion?"

"Hmph, the Champion Pavilion can enter if you want to?"

How do you know that the little fat man's face suddenly changed, and he kicked the short man away: "I don't have any eyesight, I need a seat!"

The short man was fascinated by the three words of Zhuangyuan Pavilion, and he got up with a roll, and ran to the stool in a hurry, but Zheng Zhong didn't appreciate it at all, and raised his leg and kicked it again: "Isn't it the one who has a heart? The bench is so hard, do you want to kill me?"

The short man didn't know where he got the courage, and he actually "pounced" and fell to his knees. simply landed on all fours and used Zheng Zhong as a chair.

"Tsk, smart, it's going to happen!Okay, just rush this, you, the reserve member of the fifth class of the Champion Pavilion, didn't run!" The short man's submission made the little fat man quite proud.

The other students laughed.

Everyone knows that if it is really a reserve member of the Champion Pavilion, this gold content is absolutely sufficient. But if you add a fifth class in front of it, the meaning will change.

Class 5 is a parallel class, and Zheng Zhong, the most powerful person in the entire fifth class, is only one hundred and thirty-five in the whole grade. He hasn't even entered the Champion Pavilion yet, and if the wish he made can be accurate, I'm afraid he won't be a reserve member for a long time.

"That tall one, what's your name?" the little fat man sat down one by one, and stretched out his hand to another ninth middle school student.

"I, my name is Shan Qiang. ”

"Yo, gable?, good, tsk, good name, change Ming'er, my family built a villa, and I found you to build a wall, hahaha..."

As soon as the little fat man was happy, the whole class was immediately filled with laughter.

"It's a single strong, not a gable, it's a single single, polyphonic word, strong is..."

The little fat man slapped him and interrupted Shan Qiang's explanation: "Made, did Lao Tzu ask you so much? Get out of the way!"

Turning his head, the little fat man set his eyes on Luo Jiang again, and from beginning to end, Luo Jiang had a faint smile on his face, as if watching a play, watching the little fat man and several other actors perform.