A middle-aged man with the Mediterranean Sea and a bright roof, gathering legendary mountains and historical sites, dressed in a simple robe, looked like a teacher with a strong sense of sight in the sixties, seventies and eighties, holding two books, and walked towards the first grade class.

"Hello head teacher Mingguang. A little fat man came late, rushed over, nodded and said.

As the little fat man came in, the middle-aged man came in later, and it was obvious that the middle-aged man was the head teacher of the first grade class.

"That's the only way," the young man sighed slightly, and under everyone's eyes, his little hand grabbed the back of the chair behind him, "click", and grabbed the book with one hand, and grabbed the horizontal wood on the back of the chair at once.

"Satisfied, right?" the young man waved the crossbar in his hand, threw it on the desk, and pulled his shoulders towards Xiao Wu in front of him.

Also lacking the horizontal wood of the back of the chair, the little five boy's face was obviously much more relaxed, and he looked at Mao Yijuan without blame, glared at the latter viciously, turned back, and sat down with his arms crossed, still puffing up.

"Wow wow" The little girl behind her looked at the young man's eyes and immediately worshipped...... It seems that they have never seen such a dashing and witty teenager in their lives...... Is this still that piece of waste?

"Cut, pretend, I can do it too. Li Lan behind the young man said disdainfully, and then her tender white little hand locked the horizontal wood on the back of the chair and dragged it...

Well, it's hard...

Drag again...

Sample, I don't believe I can't cure you...

Grit your teeth and pull again... I'll go...

Standing up, stepping on the chair with one foot, his face flushed and dragged hard...

Count you ruthless......

......

"Students, it's a new semester. The head teacher of Mingguang walked to the podium table and looked at the young man with a slightly complicated expression. The former teenager, five years without a breakthrough, although the results are in the middle, but the talent is really pleasing to the eye, but also for him as a class teacher out of the face, this is called Mingguang class teacher once hovered in the tavern, home, school three points and one line, he can't figure out how his career can meet this wonder, so many class teachers in the school, but he met ......

The stain on his life, it seems that he will graduate from the first grade in half a year, right? The only one who did not make the cut in the first grade will be born from his hands...... It's too glorious, it seems that Dongpo Academy has not had such a glorious thing in thousands of years...... A thick stroke......

Obviously, the head teacher of Mingguang unfortunately missed the scene of the teenager's high spirits.

The head teacher of Mingguang took a deep breath, and Qingming's eyes fell on the young man again, and he couldn't help but be complicated, he was slightly stunned, and then said: "Students, all report to it, now line up and follow me, the class ranking competition in the second semester is the same as before, I hope you students will play well, let me see the results of your vacation." ”

This is the fine tradition of Dongpo Academy, as long as you win the top three in the competition, you will have the opportunity to draw the human-level middle-grade martial arts, the first place has three chances, the second place has two chances, and the third place has one time. Of course, the chance of extracting middle-grade martial arts is very small, and most of them are extracted from low-grade martial arts.

The reward is very rich, light skills, internal skills, external skills, martial arts arbitrarily drawn, draw is yours, many students secretly work hard in order to get a good ranking, draw a handful, in case of luck to smash it?

"The class ranking contest has begun?"

Silence, death-like silence, the whole class looked at the head teacher of Mingguang, their eyes were hot, one by one, secretly clenching their fists, in this society where strength is respected, without strength, even their own women will look down on them.

Most of them are civilians and can't afford to buy high-cost martial arts, and the academy is where they get ahead.

"The mid-grade martial arts look like the market sells for 10,000 gold coins, right? The young man looked at the head teacher of Mingguang lightly, and when he thought about it, he couldn't help but smack his tongue a little, and his heart suddenly became hot and nervous.

Is it possible to win the first place? swept the class, secretly pinched a finger, and was all in the early stage of the third-rate...... It's kind of pleasing to the eye.

With medium-grade martial arts, your strength can be greatly improved, and you don't have to worry about gangsters making trouble, and Wang Dashuai.

Thinking of his sister, the young man's heart was full of energy, got up and followed the flow of people, holding his head, enjoying the scenery along the way, and came to a building, where the sound of martial arts humming and humming was endless, and I thought that some classes must have begun to fight.

Looking forward to the fight inside, it must be very exciting, and the boy can't help but be a little enthusiastic.

The appearance of the teenager in the flow of people is in stark contrast to the previous stupid brain, a class can't help but be a little surprised when it looks at the teenager, and the little beauty behind the teenager is even more stunned all the way, and the extremely beautiful little face looks at the teenager with an impenetrable color.

The jealousy, envy and hatred all the way were ignored by the young man.

The little beauty's face suddenly hesitated, looked at the young man, suddenly took a deep breath, her face was resolute, she trotted up, pulled the young man's clothes with her little hand, and changed in a low voice: "Mao Yijuan." ”

"Well, you are, you are ......" Mao turned his head and looked at the little beauty with some surprise, trying to recall, as if he was calling for this disaster at the same table...... Small shrimp, Hu Xiao Shrimp? Yes, yes, yes, it is Hu Xiao Shrimp, and people give it a nickname.

This is shameless, the whole class was so ashamed to pinch their faces just now, and they pretended not to know each other in a blink of an eye......

The little shrimp secretly glanced at the young man, the young man quickly showed a sudden realization, the little shrimp's face was happy, showing a sweet smile, the delicate face was very sweet, the mulberry heart was pleasing to the eye, and the young man suddenly felt that the summer did not seem to be so hot and boring.

"You are so powerful, how can you learn the inferior martial arts on vacation, and open the stele hand?" the girl looked at the young man adoringly, and said in a low voice, and suddenly two red clouds appeared on her face...... Obviously, the young man's intimate behavior in public just now made her think in a bad direction.

"Accidents and accidents, practice and practice. Mao Yijuan was a little surprised, she obviously didn't show the stele hand, she actually knew, it was not simple, haha, turned around, and looked at the plaque on the top of the building "Lian Wu Lou".

Xiao Shrimp looked at the perfunctory color on Mao Yijuan's face, pursed her brows, obviously didn't believe it, but the young man turned around and ignored her, she didn't pay attention to it anymore, her delicate little face looked a little depressed, but when she saw the girl in the class looking at herself talking to Mao Yijuan, both of them showed an unexpected light, and the girl where everyone's eyes converged couldn't help but feel a little proud. Vanity is a temptation that many women can't resist.

As the flow of people entered the Lian Wu Building, it was resplendent and spacious, and a cool breeze penetrated into the body, dissipating the heat outside.

"Cool. Rubbing the hot hair on his head, which was about to burn, the boy groaned, obviously a little drunk.

Li Lan looked at the young man who was rubbing his hair on the side and didn't remember to leave, his little face, which was a little too white, fell into the wind and messy, glanced at him, and put his tall and beautiful legs on his legs: "Let's go, everyone is gone." ”

Then, regardless of the young man's unexpected stunnedness, he walked in a tiger and walked towards the door of the "annual class of martial arts training room".

Looking at the grinning girl, the hair outside the door curled up and touched her chin, and muttered secretly: "It's not good, but the face is a little long, taller than me, and the face is not serious, and it will definitely be a little third and second mother in the future, should I be merciful and accept it now?"

The girl who had just walked into the door, listening to the lamentation of the young man outside the door, slipped under her feet and almost fell down.

"Mao Yijuan, I killed you. ”

The young man pulled the door with both hands, and listened to the sound of Peng Peng slamming the door inside, and his heart was beating in shock.

Entering the martial arts training room, Nuoda's venue, there is a ring above, a speech next to it, and some sports equipment are placed on both sides.

Looking at the two men and one woman standing above the podium, a Mingguang class teacher, a thin and delicate math teacher, and a beautiful Chinese teacher.

Looking at Mao Yijuan and Li Lan, who came in after the fight, they were still chasing and fighting, and all the teachers were a little surprised, what happened to this waste, there was such a big change?

The man who was a thin and delicate math teacher was a middle-aged man, with a mustache on his mouth, looking at the confidence and high-spiritedness on the young man's face, and the ease of ridicule, everyone looked at the young man's unexpected surprise, obviously a little unhappy, frowned, looked like he was thinking, touched his bare chin, looked at Mao Yi, his eyes lit up, and he teased: "I see, I'm afraid it's self-defeating." ”

Mingguang and the beautiful English teacher nodded, looking approving, and suddenly looked at the young man's eyes with contempt.

As soon as he said that, everyone suddenly turned their heads, their eyes converged on the young man, and their faces suddenly changed, obviously they liked to see the young man make a fool of himself.

"Just don't think about me like that?" Mao Yijuan was also a little angry.

Obviously, the three teachers and the students are still immersed in the name of juvenile waste, and they have not come to their senses.

Looking at the hair roll that was still joking with her just now, and her face turned solemn and blue, Li Lan felt a little furious in her heart, and she didn't dare to make trouble with Mao Yijuan, so she pulled her sleeves and said indignantly: "Little bastard, show them with your hand, the dog looks down on people, don't lose the people on our street." ”

"A must. Mao Yijuan nodded, regained his previous breezy color, calmly, and walked towards the team.

Xiao Shrimp looked at the slightly smiling hair in front of him, and his beautiful eyes looked directly at the young man's delicate little face, it seemed that the most dazzling aura of the young man was back?

Xiao Wu in front of Mao Yijuan turned his head and looked at Mao Yijuan and the three girls behind him all focused on him: Nanny, this is still my buddy, why does it look like a beast, heavy color and light friends.

"Little Wu, don't look at me like that, I'll be shy. Mao Yijuan looked at Xiao Wu, blinking his eyes low, looking very shy.

"Get out. Xiao Wu looked at Mao Yijuan, with an ambiguous and sissy look in his eyes, and shivered, and opened his mouth to spit out a word.

Thinking of the past when the teenager was depressed, he was comforted and accompanied by a figure to make him happy, even if he was fighting, when Weibo was insignificant, he was punched for the teenager, and his heart couldn't help but warm, and his good impression of Xiao Wu rose greatly.