I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"If I'm looking for a boyfriend, of course I'll show you."

When Chu Tingdong pinched out his cigarette and went to the office of the third grade group, Chu Henglin had already left.

"Come on, sit first."

The teacher in charge was surnamed Xu, in his 40s, slightly fat, wearing a dark blue undershirt, with a naturally cold face, which looked serious. When he heard the knock on the door, he raised his head and smiled at the boy in front of him.

"It's called Chu Tingdong, right? I didn't have time to chat this morning. How is it? Have you completed the transfer procedures?"

"Thank you teacher, everything is done." Chu Tingdong nodded.

"School has started for several days, you can follow the class later," Xu Chunhong handed him a thick stack of papers, "This is the paper at the end of last semester, the teacher has seen your previous report card, but still I want you to do it first to see the progress of your current review."

Hearing that there was going to be a transfer student in the class, Xu Chunhong was actually sweating, after all, Chu Tingdong's situation was too special.

He even felt that there was no need for Chu Tingdong to come here to repeat the study.

Chu Tingdong had been attending school in S city before, a sprint class of a key provincial high school, before he dropped out of school last year, his grades had never dropped out of the top five in his grade, no accidents, he could be recommended to a prestigious school.

"You will gradually become familiar with the environment of our school," Xu Chunhong said hesitantly, holding a thermos cup, "but...you should also know that it is definitely incomparable with your original high school, although it is not clear that you insist on transferring The reason for coming here, but the teacher hopes that you can adapt as soon as possible, don't delay your review, if you have any difficulties, just report to the school."

Chu Tingdong responded with lowered eyes.

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Zhong Xunhuang didn't return to the classroom until the break, and the science class (1) of the third grade was on the far right side of the third floor, near the stairs.

He was better than the bell, and when he walked in with a cold face, the whole class fell silent for three seconds, and even those who opened the snack bags stopped, daring not to move.

He walked to the last row by the window, pulled out the outer chair and sat down, took out his mobile phone to play games, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Who is this?" Zhong Xun kicked the boy's chair in front of him.

Only then did he realize that there were things on the empty table next to him, a neatly stacked pile of textbooks and test papers, a few half-used gel pens, and a schoolbag in the desk pocket.

"Brother Xun!" The boy in front didn't realize he was coming, and turned around excitedly, "I thought you weren't coming to class today! Old Xu wants to come over before school... Damn, your face is so What happened to the arm?"

"Uh..." Zhong Xun raised his chin to the side and asked again, "Who is this?"

"Did you fucking not read my message again?" Song Yijin said with a bitter expression, "I told you in the morning that there was a transfer student who came to repeat his studies, and Lao Xu arranged him next to you. His surname seems to be Chu, what's his name?" Didn't remember."

Zhong Xun couldn't help frowning.

Hell, is repetition so popular these days?

He was a little annoyed at first, and he felt that it was even more annoying when he looked at the pile of papers, but he didn't say much, thinking that he would find Lao Xu to change seats later.

It is very rare for someone who is already in the third year of high school to transfer to another school. When Zhong Xun put on the earphones, he could still hear the disdainful comments from a few boys next to him, "It's okay if you look good. It is said that I used to practice figure skating, and my grades are very good. I don't know." What's wrong with transferring from a key high school, sitting here all morning ignoring anyone, why pretending to be coercive."

"Haha, the principal went to pick it up in person during the report, so I'll pretend it's the same for me."

"It's no wonder, Xueba, how can people care about you."

Zhong Xun was wearing earphones and couldn't stop the eerie laughter. The noise made him have a headache, and he accidentally poked his fingertips. The little man in suspenders and eating beans on the screen fell to his death, and his face became even more stinky.

They didn't hold down their voices, and deliberately glanced at the seats in the front row of the classroom. The boy with glasses next to the podium was trembling in fright after being innocently hurt.

The seats in the class are clearly divided, and those who are ranked high sit in the front row.

A position like Zhong Xun basically belongs to those who all teachers think are hopeless, and it would be considered good if they can stay in school until they graduate from high school.

Ningcheng was originally a small city on the 38th line. Although No. [-] Middle School has a long history, it is not a good school.

Good students are not easy to mix here.Those from better families have tried their best to leave the No. [-] Middle School. Those who stay here will either stay at home, or they can't afford the travel and accommodation expenses, so they can't leave at all.

Zhong Xun restarted the game, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the handwriting with silver hooks on the paper next to him, but he didn't speak.

He was manipulating the little man in overalls to jump up the stairs when suddenly someone tapped his desk.

Die again.

Zhong Xun was so annoyed that he couldn't bear it anymore, and when he raised his head, he looked angry and said, "What are you doing..."

He was caught off guard by a familiar face, and the words were in his throat.

The boy in front of him was wearing a black and white school uniform jacket, with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, exposing a section of his forearm.

Unlike the dark cubicle just now, now he can clearly see that his nose bridge is straight, his eyes are red phoenix eyes, the double eyelids are deep, the tails of his eyes are narrow and beautiful, and the color of his eyes is also dark, with a kind of fierce beauty.

"Give way." Chu Tingdong said.

Everyone in the class couldn't help but look back, always feeling that the two of them had the aura of fighting at any time, but they didn't dare to speak.

Zhong Xun always sat by himself.

When he was just in high school, the teacher heard that he had kicked out the boy with good grades at the same table in the third grade of junior high school.

Later, when he was in the sophomore class and the head teacher was changed, Xu Chunhong arranged seats for him several times, but he was not happy and insisted on sitting alone.

So this boy in front of him is Zhong Xun's first tablemate in more than two years.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Xu Chunhong walked in behind Chu Tingdong, and said with a somber face, "It's so noisy, it's almost class time and you still don't return to your seat! Zhong Xun, come out with me!"

Zhong Xun stared at Chu Tingdong expressionlessly for a second, then threw the phone into his pocket on the table, got up and went out.

"Come, come," Xu Chunhong nodded to Zhong Xun with his hands behind his back in the corridor, "I won't say anything, you can tell me first, what are you doing?"

"Uh..." Zhong Xun obviously didn't like this kind of deceit. He raised his index finger and rubbed the tip of his nose, pointing to the school motto hanging in the corridor, "If you want to respect the teacher, you should talk about it first."

Xu Chunhong covered his chest and took a deep breath.

He almost couldn't help but want to touch the antihypertensive medicine in his pocket, and he held his breath again, and asked him: "Did you fight with someone outside the school again? The last review is still in my office, so I don't have a long memory, right?" ?”

"No--"

"Then what's the matter with your face? Did you drop it? Try throwing it on the spot again?!" Xu Chunhong frowned, "It's only been less than a week since the start of school, and you caused trouble outside the school, causing trouble for new students and parents. It has created a very bad impression, what should people think of our school, huh? Don't you feel ashamed to affect the reputation of the school for you?!"

"There are so many fights in our school." Zhong Xun looked left and right, but still refused to admit it, "It's so tiring, I can't go every time."

Xu Chunhong was completely angry, "You still say it's not you! His parents have already said that he looks decent and clean. He mingles with some tall guys and beats them all to tears. Why is it not you! Come on, come on, Tell me, who else?!"

Zhong Xun: "..."

Zhong Xun copied his pockets with both hands, stood a little more straight, and said sincerely, "Thank you, teacher."

Xu Chunhong was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong, but he was very polite, so he subconsciously asked him: "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for affirming my beauty." Zhong Xun said.

Xu Chunhong almost laughed angrily, "Who is talking to you!"

"Come to my office tomorrow to hand in a self-criticism, at least [-] words, no copying, no making up." Xu Chunhong pulled his yellow hair in front of his eyes, let him see for himself, "Also, quickly dye your hair back for me , or go to the flag raising platform tomorrow, and I will dye it for you with my own hands!"

Zhong Xun was a little hurt from being pulled, and frowned, knowing that he could really do this, he nodded in agreement.

Back in the classroom, the class bell rang for several minutes. As soon as Xu Chunhong left, Zhong Xun put on his school uniform skillfully, pulled the collar over his head, and fell asleep in a second.

When he woke up again, it was already a big recess.

Chu Tingdong was still in the same position as before he fell asleep. He took a pen and lowered his head to make the paper. The veins on the back of his hand were very clear. Zhong Xun glanced at him. The draft paper of this person was cleaner than his paper, and he was obsessive-compulsive. write down.

If Lao Xu sees it, he probably wants to frame it for him.

Zhong Xun started the game, held his wrists and stretched backwards, his fingertips closed together and made a soft "click", his eyes fell on Chu Tingdong's side face.

The school is such a big place, the freshmen and sophomores haven't started yet, and Chu Tingdong is the only newcomer who transferred to the third grade, so it doesn't take too much effort to know who told Xu Chunhong that he did it outside the school.

This man looks like a cold face, and he's a bit of a fucking meddler.

As he was thinking, Chu Tingdong suddenly put away the paper and stood up.

Zhong Xun was a little annoyed, he felt that the people beside him were too much of a hindrance, maybe his face was too gloomy, and he was obviously very unhappy, Chu Tingdong paused for a second in silence, and did not let him make way.

He put the stack of papers on the window sill outside the classroom, turned them over with both hands, then took the things and left.

"Uh..." Song Yijin happened to turn his head around, and was startled by the relentless, habitual offender's actions, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, "I'm going, not...how did he get out?"

Zhong Xun turned off the game without interest, got up and said, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Song Yijin was stunned, and stopped him, "Lao Xu's class will be called later."

Zhong Xun grabbed the messy yellow hair, shook his hands perfunctorily, and said, "I'm going to dye this thing black."

Anyway, there is a barbershop in the back street of No. [-] Middle School, and it was just getting dark when the dye was finished.

A barbecue stall had already been set up on the side of the street, Zhong Xun wrinkled his nose, zipped his school uniform jacket to the top, copied his pockets with both hands, and turned into the old community in the back street of No. [-] Middle School.

Zhong Zhonglin was smoking on the balcony and talking on the phone.

Zhong Xun passed by and glanced at it, first went to the bathroom to take a shower, then found a few clean clothes and stuffed them in his schoolbag, then walked to the door to change his shoes.

"Stop." Zhong Zhonglin came out to stop him, and asked with a frown, "Where are you going to fool around again? Didn't I tell you that my brother is coming to the house at night, so why don't you calm down and be honest?"

Zhong Xun doesn't live on campus, but he rarely lives at home. Zhong Zhonglin doesn't know where he sleeps at night, and he doesn't care about it. Anyway, it's a billiard hall, Internet cafe or something.

He stared at Zhong Xun's beautiful and beautiful face, the more he looked at it, the more disgusting he felt, his face became tense.

"Didn't I stop here to make room for you?" Zhong Xun leaned against the door.

Zhong Zhonglin felt that he was hopeless and had given up a long time ago. He wished he had never been born such an ignorant, incompetent, trouble-making scum, even if he died outside, he didn't really care.

But today is different.

Wu Yulan brought the child over and agreed to meet. Zhong Xun is leaving now without even showing his face. He made it clear that he wanted to embarrass him and make him lose face. He couldn't suppress his anger for a moment.

"Are you hanging out with Song Yiling's brother again?" Zhong Zhonglin's eyes turned red with anger, "Song Yiling even hospitalized Uncle Song, and you want to piss me off too? I'm talking to you!"

Song Yiling's younger brother is Song Yijin.

Zhong Xun suddenly stopped opening the door, and turned his head coldly.

When Zhong Zhonglin divorced his ex-wife back then, no one wanted to have children, and there was a lawsuit for this. Zhong Zhonglin lost and had to take over his burden. This was enough for Zhong Zhonglin to hate him.

But he didn't expect that Zhong Zhonglin really attacked him for this the day before yesterday.

The more Zhong Zhonglin spoke, the more angry he became, and before he thought about it, he felt disgusted, and couldn't help raising his hand, "Do you know that Song Yiling—"

"Do you still want to slap me again?" Zhong Xun said suddenly.

His face was still swollen, mixed with bruises, and the fingerprints hadn't completely faded away. There was a small wound in the corner of his eye that had just formed a scar, which was dark red, so he didn't go to school much these days.

Zhong Zhonglin frowned deeply, thinking that he was threatening himself, and said angrily: "You think I dare not?"

"I don't think it's necessary," Zhong Xun walked outside the door, looked at Zhong Zhonglin calmly, and quickly raised the corner of his mouth, "If I'm looking for a boyfriend, of course I'll bring it home to show you first, don't in a hurry."

After speaking, he slammed the door shut.

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