Forty-five minutes of physical education class passed quickly.

A group of people were walking out of the gymnasium when they saw the school bus of No. 3 Middle School driving into the school gate from a distance.

The 10th middle school is famous for the academic performance of its students, and the third middle school is famous for the students' love of fighting.

It is said that the students of the third middle school are very difficult to mess with any of them.

The physical education teacher stood on the steps with his waist crossed, looked at the colorful clothes in the distance, and sighed long: "Children, this time the third middle school came to play a friendly game. You ask yourselves for many blessings. In fact, your class is considered to be the best in the grade, and there is no need to fight with them to the death. ”

"Teacher, don't bring such a shocking person." Sports Commissioner Wei Ran was the first to jump out and express his disbelief: "What's wrong with the third middle school, it's impossible for us to lose in the third class." ”

As he said that, the gang from the third middle school also walked towards them.

The scene was very spicy for a while.

Their hair is dyed with bells and whistles, and their clothes are also strangely dressed. Properly kill Matt Boy.

Compared to the children who obediently wear school uniforms, they do look very difficult to mess with.

The three classes all glanced at each other, and collectively took a big step back in tacit understanding.

A certain teenager became the leader in a league of his own.

Nanyi, who was already in the end, silently felt sorry for the boss for ten seconds, and then leisurely hid in the shade to watch the excitement.

"Yo, Master Xu."

The boy who spoke was estimated to be a representative of the Third Middle School, and as soon as he saw Ning Zhixu, he went over directly to talk: "Long time no see, I miss you to death." ”

Class 3: ...... Sure enough, it's the way people in society greet each other.

Ning Zhixu looked at the pinch of purple hair in front of him and pulled his lips: "You thing has changed color again." ”

"Isn't it cool?" Xiao Zimao leaned over his head and showed off: "The latest bleaching, the thief is dazzling." ”

Class 3: We're all scared to death, you're actually studying hair color? It's so social!

"Ning Zhixu, our school is not allowed to perm and dye your hair." The physical education teacher was really afraid that they would make an appointment in the barbershop in the next second, and come out in time to stop the thoughts that the students of the school should not have, and then looked at the purple hair.

"I heard from your teacher that a group of students accidentally smashed the gymnasium in a fight, and there was no place to train, so they came to borrow our venue. You can use the place, but you can't cause trouble. ”

The students of the third middle school have never taken the teacher seriously, but at this moment-

Purple hair glanced at Ning Zhixu, knowing that he couldn't afford to provoke him.

Perfunctory response: "Okay, got it." ”

"Hmm."

The physical education teacher nodded, quite relieved: "Let's go back to the third class of students." ”

The group obediently left in order, Nanyi was at the end, and as soon as they came out of the sheltered place, someone from the third middle school immediately whistled.

"it."

Zimao was also stunned, staring at the girl's figure, his eyes straightened: "Master Xu, the best." Isn't your school full of nerds, I didn't think there was such a thing. Ask for introductions, ask for introductions. ”

That gaze can literally burn a person.

When Nanyi passed by Ning Zhixu's side, he tilted his head and smiled: "Boss, you said that you covered me." ”

The words fell.

The surroundings are quiet and audible needles.

What yellow, purple, green, and pink hairs were stunned, looked at the young man's face, and asked tentatively: "Master Xu, really?" ”

Ning Zhixu: "I'm at the same table." ”

Heartbreaking.

At the same table, rounding up is not Xu Ye's person.

Tut...... It's a pity, you can only look at it and can't touch it.

Nanyi put his hands into the pockets of his school uniform, and was sheltered by the big guy and went down the stairs leisurely.

As soon as he walked down the last step of the stairs, a black-haired teenager holding a basketball rushed over and hugged the person firmly. The tone was excited, and with a bit of silly feeling: "Nannan, is it really you?" ”