Wild and easy to tame

Isn't it amazing to be the first in grade?

Feng Zhuo didn't expect that the guy who accidentally made a quarrel with him in the Internet cafe was Duan Yi, who Yan Jia said was the face of the middle school.

He was so lucky to be in the same class as this person.

It's a bit of a narrow road.

Feng Zhuo complained silently in his heart, then turned and left the class door, intending to go to the bathroom.

Yan Jia followed, hooked Feng Zhuo's neck, and said with a smile, "You recruited me truthfully, do you know Duan Yi?"

Feng Zhuo thought about it for a while, and said very rigorously: "It's not considered acquaintance."

"Then you just stared at him for a long time, and he also looked at you!" Yan Jia said, "No matter how you look at it, it looks like there is a story!"

"If we almost got to know each other," Feng Zhuo turned into the men's room, and said casually, "I do know each other, but I didn't know his name was Duan Yi before."

Yan Jia was confused, "Almost got into a fight?"

"When?"

"where is it?"

"Why did you almost fight?"

Yan Jia's gossip heart was burning, and he threw out several questions in one breath.

Feng Zhuo said slowly while turning on the water: "That time when I fought with those scumbags in the Internet cafe."

"I accidentally broke his keychain and he touched me."

Yan Jia asked in shock: "Have you done anything?"

"Oh no, didn't you almost get into a fight?"

Feng Zhuo straightened his clothes, walked to the sink and rushed his hands, and said casually: "He made a move, but I didn't move."

"It's not like you," Yan Jia stared at Feng Zhuo in astonishment, "Generally, if someone dares to move a finger of you, you will definitely beat him to the ground."

"Oh shit," Yan Jia said gloatingly, "Brother Zhuo, you can't beat him, right?"

Feng Zhuo: "?"

In Feng Zhuo's place, others can call him a jerk, laugh that he is the last one, and even ridicule him for having no parents, but they cannot doubt his fighting ability.

It has nothing to do with other things, it is probably caused by the self-esteem of the teenager in the second grade.

"Who have you ever seen me lose in a fight?" Feng Zhuo flicked water droplets on Yan Jia's face with his wet hands, and then hummed: "Whoever told me to break his things, let him once, It's even."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and bumped into Duan Yi who walked in.

The other party didn't look sideways, as if he didn't exist at all, and walked straight over.

It didn't seem to have heard him either.

Yan Jia keenly sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so he immediately pulled Feng Zhuo out of the men's room.

Just after walking out, Xiao Yuanqiu, who was also assigned to Class 13, saw Yan Jia and greeted him, "Yan Jia!"

Before there were no arts and science classes, Xiao Yuanqiu and Yan Jia were classmates, and Xiao Yuanqiu was the monitor at the time.

Fortunately, the two are in the same class again this time.

Speaking of Jia's understanding of Duan Yi, he also heard it from Xiao Yuanqiu.

Because Xiao Yuanqiu and Duan Yi have been friends since junior high school.

Seeing him, Yan Jia laughed, "Hi, Yuanqiuqiu."

Xiao Yuanqiu's face was covered with black lines, and he said speechlessly, "Can you speak more normally?"

Yan Jia continued joking: "Little round ball."

Xiao Yuanqiu: "..."

He was too lazy to break up with Yan Jia, and asked directly: "Do you know the new classmate in our class, named Feng Zhuo, the class teacher wants him to go to the office."

Yan Jia laughed, pointed at Feng Zhuo beside him, and said, "This deity is right in front of you."

Xiao Yuanqiu looked at Feng Zhuo, who was acting like a fool, and felt that this person was not easy to mess with, and he looked like he could start a fight at any time.

He said politely: "Hello, classmate, the head teacher said..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Zhuo frowned and said impatiently: "I heard it just now, you don't need to repeat it."

"Which is the office?"

Xiao Yuanqiu immediately said: "It's on this floor, 305."

Then he showed Feng Zhuo the way thoughtfully: "Go along the corridor and turn left."

Feng Zhuo was too lazy to speak, so he raised his hand and made an "OK" gesture, and then swayed with his schoolbag on one shoulder to the office building connected to the teaching building by a corridor.

When he disappeared around the corner, Xiao Yuanqiu let out a sigh of relief, turned his face and asked Yan Jia, "Are you familiar with him?"

Yan Jia laughed happily: "Then we can't be more familiar."

"He is a good buddy I have known since I was young."

After finishing speaking, Yan Jia took the piece of paper in Xiao Yuanqiu's hand, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"The seat chart for the class teacher row." Xiao Yuanqiu said: "The teacher said that he will implement a one-on-one support plan between the same desks, so that everyone can find their own seats according to this seat."

Yan Jia searched quickly, and finally found her name in the penultimate row on the innermost side of the classroom.

The tablemate is...Xiao Yuanqiu.

Yan Jia laughed and said, "What the hell? We're at the same table again! So you're going to help me next? Xueba, please take me away!"

"Well," Xiao Yuanqiu also smiled, "I was quite surprised when I saw it."

Yan Jia continued to look, and saw Feng Zhuo's name in the next second. :лf

It was his back table, in the penultimate row.

And the name next to Feng Zhuo...

Yan Jia swallowed involuntarily, and exclaimed: "I'm going! My brother Zhuo is actually at the same table as the boss?!"

Xiao Yuanqiu asked: "Boss? You mean Brother Yi?"

"That's right, otherwise, who else would be worthy of the word "big brother"?" Yan Jia was still in shock, and couldn't help sighing: "The two of them are at odds!This is not going to fight, is it? "

Duan Yi, who came out of the bathroom, heard the conversation between Xiao Yuanqiu and another boy in front of him without taking a few steps.

Duan Yi's already indifferent expression was even worse, he subconsciously lowered his eyebrows.

It's fine that that annoying guy is in his class, but he's still at his desk?

Why is it so lingering.

Feng Zhuo knocked on the office door, then pushed it open.

Yang Qijin was sitting inside, looking at his files.

"Teacher." Feng Zhuo called lazily, and walked in without restraint.

Yang Qijin looked up at Feng Zhuo, without any disgust or indifference.

He smiled gently, and said to Feng Zhuo, "Sit down and talk."

Feng Zhuo sat down unceremoniously.

Although Feng Zhuo was persuaded to leave by the No. [-] Middle School, it was not written in the file that he was expelled from school.

In the eyes of outsiders, he just transferred schools normally.

But Yang Qijin had heard more or less about his deeds, and knew that he was an unwanted student at No. [-] Middle School.

Yang Qijin spoke softly and said, "I saw your grades, it's very poor, you've always been at the bottom."

"I heard from the teacher at No. [-] Middle School that you never listen to lectures in class, and you always hand in blank papers in exams. I don't care why you didn't study, but if you enter my class, you can't do your own way."

Feng Zhuo shrugged and said nothing.

Yang Qijin added: "I have also heard about the reason why you were persuaded to quit, but I still want to hear what you have to say."

Feng Zhuo frowned slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said indifferently: "There is nothing to say."

Yang Qijin was not in a hurry, he just smiled lightly and said, "Don't rush to refuse, you should think about it again."

"Don't think about it, I have nothing to say, the facts are what they say." Feng Zhuo stood up after speaking, with a little dryness in his brows and eyes, he said impatiently: "If the teacher has nothing else, I will leave .”

Yang Qijin called to stop him: "Feng Zhuo."

"Did you know that your grandma wrote a letter to the school leaders?"

Feng Zhuo's steps stopped suddenly.

He turned around, the emotion in his eyes couldn't be restrained, and he asked very concerned: "When? Where is the letter? Where is the letter? What did my grandma say?"

Yang Qijin said: "I can't give you the letter right now, but I can tell you that she said in the letter that she believes you are not that kind of child."

Feng Zhuo's heart suddenly tightened, as if someone had firmly grasped it in his palm.

Yang Qijin's attitude is gentle but firm: "The teacher is also willing to believe in you."

Feng Zhuo stared blankly at this new teacher who had never met before, his eyes were slightly loose, but he said firmly: "Teacher, do you understand me? You only know me for a few minutes, just trust me."

Yang Qijin smiled and said, "I don't really know you well, just think that I know you a little bit from your grandma's letter."

Feng Zhuo pursed his lips, and asked unwillingly: "How can you give me the letter?"

Yang Qijin didn't say it clearly, he just smiled warmly and said, "Let's see how you behave."

His words made Feng Zhuo feel that he answered but didn't fully answer.

Back to a lonely.

After coming out of the office, Feng Zhuo went straight to the classroom.

As soon as he reached the back door of the classroom, he was stopped by Yan Jia who was waiting there.

"Brother Zhuo," Yan Jia pulled Feng Zhuo to the railing, and said in a serious manner, "The head teacher said that he would implement one-on-one support between deskmates, and the seats have been assigned, guess who you are at the same desk with."

Feng Zhuo, who was so full of thoughts about the letter left by his grandma, didn't bother to guess, so he answered one word very carelessly: "You?"

Yan Jia: "?"

"Brother, wake up, how can we help? Are you pulling me to the last place or should I hand in a blank paper and let you sit in my second last place?"

Feng Zhuo asked absently, "Who is that?"

Yan Jia approached him and said in a low voice, "Your tablemate is a boss! Duan Yi!"

Feng Zhuo nodded indifferently.

Three seconds later, he suddenly turned his face to look at Yan Jia, and asked in disbelief, "Who did you just talk about?"

Yan Jia, who was wondering why he didn't respond, blinked and told him again: "Duan Yi."

Feng Zhuo tightened his brows and cursed in a low voice: "Damn!"

Yan Jia said, "Maybe you will have to ask him to give you a supplementary lecture."

"Don't consider the little sesame seeds of the two of you, Duan Yi is really a good match, after all, he is the first in grade, maybe you can be taken away by him directly..."

Feng Zhuo: "?"

Being at odds with Duan Yi and being rebellious against his superiors, he snorted lightly, "Isn't it amazing to be number one in grade?"

"What kind of bullshit support plan, I won't cooperate with you!"

Coincidentally, Duan Yi, who was coming out of the classroom, happened to hear Feng Zhuo's words clearly.

He sneered as he walked past him.

Like who wants to help you.

The author says:

Zhuo Zhuo: You show up every time I mention you. Who is haunted?

Brother Yi: ... :)

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Zhuo Zhuo: He made a move, but I didn't.

Yan Jia understood and teased meaningfully: Oh - you can't beat him!

Zhuozhuo in the future: I would rather not be able to beat :D;

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Yan Jia: Duan Yi is a good match, you may be taken away by him!

Zhuo Zhuo: You were a prophet in your previous life, right?

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!