After entering the book, I no longer want to be a substitute

Yunxiu didn't sleep well that night and went to school the next day with dark circles under his eyes.

On the way, she received a "greeting" from Shen Que, which probably meant that he would not let her go so easily.

As for the matter of Lin Momo, Shen Que's answer was even more beyond imagination.

[Shen Que]: I don’t know. I just heard about it. For your safety, I lied to her and said there was a video.

Yunxiu was finally convinced. It turned out that the source of everything was not whether Shen Que had the video, but that Lin Momo trusted Shen Que's methods too much.

It turned out that everything was just a deception. Lin Momo trusted Shen Que too much.

Yunxiu walked to school. He got up early and bought a bun when passing by a breakfast shop. He still had half a bun in his mouth when he arrived at the school gate.

It is said that enemies often meet on a narrow road, and it is really too narrow. Now I have met Cheng Yan.

The young master is really spoiled. When he gets out of the car, he asks the driver to open the door himself.

Does his family know that he was beaten like a little turtle by himself?

This man was talkative, and Yunxiu wanted to run away quickly, but he was discovered after running a few steps.

Cheng Yan thought she was afraid of him, and he felt very happy in his heart, so he chased after her happily.

There were too many people around, and Yunxiu couldn't take advantage of the situation. Cheng Yan had forgotten his roots after not seeing her for one night and dared to lift her collar.

Yunxiu grabbed his hand and pulled it away with force. Cheng Yan suffered the loss and cried out in pain.

He made threats here and there, relying solely on his mouth the entire time, and Yunxiu took the opportunity to kick him several times.

When they reached the classroom door, Yunxiu suddenly stopped. Cheng Yan was caught off guard, his feet slipped, and he almost lost his balance.

Cheng Yan looked around and found that there were not many people around, but he still felt embarrassed. "What are you doing?! Do you want to throw me to death?"

Seeing him being beaten, yet still so energetic, not even wiping his dirty pants, as if to tell others he had been beaten, Yunxiu couldn't help but ask, "Are you M?"

He was stunned by the question, and when he realized what the question meant, Yunxiu had already entered the classroom.

As soon as Yunxiu sat down, he immediately felt several unfriendly gazes.

She knew who they were without even looking up, and she casually took out a pen from her bag and a notebook to prepare for the dictation work.

The class representative specifically reminded us that there would be no time for memorization in the morning, and we basically had to start writing as soon as the teacher arrived.

Cheng Yantian was fearless, but he was a little afraid of Wu Jia. She was so scary when she got angry, especially when he couldn't remember a word and secretly glanced at his deskmate, and then was caught and pulled by her ear. It was a complete replay of the scene.

Yunxiu had been performing quite well these past two days, and since she didn't study English and her grades were good anyway, Cheng Yan immediately set his sights on her.

A note was passed on the table. Yunxiu was suffering from his old habit - he was in a daze and his thoughts were interrupted.

The handwriting was so ugly, so crooked and awful.

Yunxiu frowned and looked at it for a long time before he realized what was written on it: Those who are sensible have already started to help me, and those who are not sensible will be quietly killed by me.

What to help him?

Write down words and short sentences?

Yunxiu crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it back on Cheng Yan's desk. "Don't dream, and stop bothering me."

There was no movement in front. Half a minute later, another note appeared on the table. It read: Cheng Myan extended a cordial invitation to Yun Sxiu - to help me with dictation.

Yunxiu regretted asking that question. She didn't know what was going on in this person's head. He probably took it for granted that she was a perverted S.

The morning self-study dictation began soon. Wu Jia seemed to see through Cheng Yan's thoughts. She stayed next to the two of them throughout the dictation process, and her eyes never left Yunxiu's notebook.

It looks good, really good. It has been a long time since I have seen such neat and round characters. Wu Jia couldn't help but admire it silently in his heart, and automatically blocked out Yunxiu's past.

The situation here was good, and there was nothing the class representative couldn't read. But when I turned around and saw the boy named Cheng, his notebook was about to be torn into pieces, and he could only write a few ugly letters with difficulty.

Wu Jia felt a surge of anger burning at his forehead, and his eyes became darker and darker.

She wanted to curse, but the classroom was so quiet that she didn't want to disturb others. She was very angry, so she just grabbed him the old way.

Cheng Yan's heart turned dark, and he thought about how to kill Yunxiu a hundred and eight times.

The dictation was quickly completed, and Yunxiu's notebook was taken away directly by Wu Jia.

To prevent Cheng Yan from tearing it up in retaliation.

There were still ten minutes left in morning self-study. Wu Jia asked everyone to review the template for the application composition of gratitude, put a pile of notebooks on the podium and started to correct them.

There are more than twenty different categories of English essays in the college entrance examination. This is a detailed classification. From a macro perspective, there are actually only three categories. It is important to know how to use and modify words.

After Yunxiu figured out the general system, she skipped this step directly. She knew in her heart that English was still too simple and not worth wasting so much time on.

As for the free time, you can daydream.

Yes, this is her old problem, she tends to be distracted.

The table legs were kicked again and again, making too much noise. Yunxiu clenched his fists, looking furious. "Are you so eager to play the role of M?"

Cheng Yan said with an innocent face, "Look at the forum."

A mobile phone was stuffed into Yunxiu's hand, and the screen displayed the top news from the school forum.

Big headline: Who dares to mess with me?

The picture was taken yesterday. Cheng Yan was lying in front of his desk, while she was sitting there with a calm expression.

Most of the comments were still scolding her, using words like "bitch" and so on endlessly. Some people who were not afraid of being criticized said that she had her own aura and it was a pleasure to deal with Cheng Yan, and they threatened to be her first batch of true fans.

Yunxiu returned the phone to Cheng Yan, turned around and stared out the window without saying a word.

She just didn't want to care and felt bored, but Cheng Yan automatically imagined that she minded being scolded like that.

Cheng Yan felt very happy that he had finally won the game.

Cheng Yan briefly put aside the morning's dictation and quickly put aside the idea of ​​killing her, then lay down and went back to sleep as usual.

To others, the two seemed to be very close and had a good relationship.

Zhou Xi didn't look at her once during the entire morning self-study session, and relied entirely on his deskmate to act as a scout and report the situation.

With every report from the scout, Zhou Xi became more angry.

Almost as soon as the morning self-study ended, this man could no longer hold back and got up and walked towards Yunxiu.

Yunxiu was feeling very sleepy and was about to take a break, but before he could find a good position, his neck was pinched.

She subconsciously pushed the hand away, and at the same time looked up. The person who came with ill intentions was Zhou Xi.

Yunxiu exhaled with difficulty: "Murder in public?"

Zhou Xi's face became even more sullen, and he wished he could strangle her to death.

After thinking about it, Zhou Xi felt that it was a bit inconvenient with so many people still there, so he let go of her hand and pulled her to the corner of the stairs in the corridor outside.