If you are afraid, come to your arms [Quick Transmigration]

Chen Zhou collapsed on the bed and slept for a whole day.

When I woke up, I saw the simulation paper for the college entrance examination that had never appeared on the desk. Obviously, it was obtained by the system.

Looking at the half-height exercise paper, he began to tremble all over.

Chen Zhou: I don't think I can do it.

[Yao Lingling: Men can't say no. 】

【Chen Zhou: ... It's really fucking hot. 】

The Samoyed in his mind tilted his head and barked.

Chen Zhou covered his face and cursed angrily, "Get lost!"

He tried his best to cheer up, sat at the desk, took a test paper, grabbed a pen and started working.

If you can't do it, just jump over it.

So Chen Zhou skipped to the last question.

Damn, the last question is the hardest!

He gave up completely.

A test paper was ignored, Chen Zhou didn't move a single question, and simply took out his mobile phone to check the news.

He just turned on his phone when he noticed the time.

He watched helplessly as the date on the phone screen jumped wildly, and finally stopped until August 8st.

In other words, school will start tomorrow!

Chen Zhou spent his summer vacation in a single test paper!

He slammed his phone onto the bed, and vented his anger into the air with his fists. After venting his anger, he resigned to his fate.

It is naturally straight from the bridge to the bow, he thought big, turned on the computer and played all night until the alarm rang at seven o'clock in the morning.

Chen Zhou picked up his schoolbag casually, found some clothes, trousers and shoes and stuffed them into the suitcase.

Then find the school uniform from the messy closet and put it on.

He looked at the strange figure in the mirror and shook his head.

School uniforms, so fucking ugly.

White blue striped short sleeves, the back is still black, and black and white striped trousers set off each other.

If it weren't for the original owner's good looks, according to Chen Zhou's aesthetics, the school uniform would be like a broken sack.

As expected of a key high school, the greening effect is very good. From the time I can see the school buildings, there are dense trees planted on both sides of the road, and the rows are very neat.

The leaves are green and fat, and cast a large area of ​​shade, leaving only small cracks for the sunlight to pass through, turning into beams of hot light.

At 07:30 in the morning, Chen Zhou dragged his suitcase and mixed with a large group of students. The crowd was surging, and Chen Zhou was dazzled by the sight.

The school uniform, white on the front and black on the back, was wide and big. He only felt that penguins were walking by in front of him.

When he really entered the school gate, Chen Zhou couldn't help but let out a loud wow——

This is a rich man's school!

In this exquisite western-style decoration, the floor of each teaching building is covered with marble patterns, which are still polished and gleaming. There are spiral stairs going up and down, and each teaching building is connected by a suspension bridge.

Chen Zhou: This school uniform is not suitable for this school.

He once suspected that this world was Mary Sue's world, and he, like this school uniform, was not worthy to appear here.

Chen Zhou walked to the student dormitory area with his suitcase, and saw his dormitory on the wall, so he went up to the third floor.

The bedroom is a standard quadruple room with bed and table, separate toilet and washroom, washing machine and small balcony.

Chen Zhou smelled corruption.

So fucking luxurious.

Chen Zhou, who once went to ordinary high school and lived in a ten-person room, got up early every day to go to the toilet, suddenly felt a little happy.

Chen Zhou chose a sunny place, and just as soon as he put his luggage away, he heard a loud closing sound of the bedroom door opposite.

He looked back and saw the boy pushed out of the dormitory door.

He looked dull, wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses, his short hair was pulled in a mess, and there was a slap mark on his left cheek.

The whole person is small, his eyes are dull, and he doesn't know where to look.

The door opened, and a boy who was taller and stronger than him came out and poked his head with his middle finger.

The tone was very bad: "Cheng Chen, remember to bring cigarettes back for me. You are so rich anyway, just treat those things as your invitation to us."

After speaking, there was laughter in the dormitory, and the tall boy went back to the dormitory and closed the door.

Only then did Chen Zhou realize that the person called Cheng Chen in front of him was being bullied.

I think back when Chen Zhou was in high school, the learning atmosphere in the school was very good. Everyone was going to college, especially in the third year of high school. Apart from going to the toilet, eating and sleeping, everyone had nothing to do but to study the questions.

Even in such a beautiful atmosphere, Chen Zhou, who was ignorant and only thinking about games, still couldn't be mobilized.

On the contrary, Chen Zhou felt that one or two of them had turned into machines for solving problems.

Also tsk tsk, sorry for their loss of freshness of life.

And this kind of regret came to an abrupt end after the results of the college entrance examination came out.

Chen Zhou's school life is full of harmony and warmth, probably because the students are dedicated to their studies, and bullying rarely happens.

This is the first time Chen Zhou has seen such a thing.

Numbness and pain were seen on one minor's face, and age-appropriate ugliness was seen on another minor's face.

"Hey, classmate." Chen Zhou shouted.

Cheng Chen raised his head and looked over in a daze.

Before Chen Zhou could say another word, he fled in despair.

Chen Zhou originally wanted to invite him to sit in his dormitory, but now that he is gone, he is a little embarrassed.

He touched the tip of his nose, thinking about talking about it next time we meet.

Chen Zhou sorted out his things in the dormitory, and found that it was still early, so he tidied up the dormitory cleanliness.

At ten o'clock, Chen Zhou found his classroom according to the regulations. Now the classroom is noisy, and everyone is sitting in his previous position.

Chen Zhou, a student transferred from other places, didn't know anyone.

As soon as he entered the classroom, the classroom was quiet for a moment, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

"I thought it was a girl, she looks really girly." A girl crossed her arms and laughed mockingly.

Another girl with curly curly hair also laughed: "Hmm...he looks like a poor boy."

Then, the class became noisy again, and no one paid attention to Chen Zhou, who had mixed feelings in his heart.

Chen Zhou: ...these little brats!

Everyone in the class wears small accessories on their hands or around their necks, a silver chain can cost tens of thousands, but Chen Zhou has nothing on him, even the shoes are cheap canvas shoes.

This became a reason to look down on him.

Calling him a 'mother' made Chen Zhou feel powerlessly angry.

He himself thought that the original owner was too cute and handsome.

Chen Zhou shrugged and looked for a seat with his schoolbag on his back.

There are only two seats in the last row by the window.

Chen Zhou walked over and sat down by the window.

The whole class fell silent, and looked at Chen Zhou again, with jokes, surprise, and pity.

Chen Zhou was confused and opened his mouth, suddenly at a loss.

No one explained anything to him, they all looked at him as if they were watching a play, and then didn't look at him.

They talked about their own things.

Chen Zhou clicked his tongue, yawned, and closed his eyes with his head on his schoolbag.

I stayed up late yesterday to play games, so I have to catch up on sleep.

The noise in the classroom made Chen Zhou fall asleep quickly.

He had a dream.

Dreamed about Lele.

In the dream is a world of ice and snow, which is in sharp contrast with the heat of this world.

He saw Lele crying for a long, long time in front of the rose building, crying until he had no strength, and then dragged his heavy steps back to his home on the fifth floor.

Everything about Chen Zhou at home disappeared.

Lele looked around blankly, went back to the room where Chen Zhou slept, and sat by the bed for a whole day.

Then another day passed.

Another day passed.

Chen Zhou felt very distressed.

"Hello." A cold voice sounded beside my ear, "This is my place."

Then, a hot hand was placed on Chen Zhou's shoulder and shook him.

Chen Zhou woke up in a daze, and found that the class had quieted down again, and they all looked this way carefully.

He looked up at the person standing beside him.

It is the target person who surrenders.

Qu Yue squinted his eyes, his eyes were cold, and the person sitting in his seat in front of him was very familiar.

But it's very strange, not a classmate in the class.

Chen Zhou just woke up, and his voice was a little thin: "Ah, it's you."

It was only when Qu Yue heard this voice that he suddenly realized, and quickly recalled the girl who saved him in the alley half a month ago.

The corner of his mouth suddenly hooked slightly, revealing a subtle and imperceptible smile, and sat next to Chen Zhou with a cold face.

Everyone in the class was stunned.

He he he, didn't throw that poor boy out? ?

They seem to be very familiar? !

Qu Yue scanned the class for a week, and the others all lowered their heads not daring to look at him.

Chen Zhou supported his head and leaned over, his eyes were shining brightly.

He thought that he could be regarded as a benefactor if he saved Qu Yue once, and this time with the help of the target person, the task must be easy to complete.

"Do you remember me?" Chen Zhou approached.

Qu Yue squinted at him, raised his eyebrows, and replied in a low voice, "I remember."

Chen Zhou beamed with joy, puffed out his chest and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Chen Zhou, and it's a done deal."

"Qu Yue."

"I'm eighteen!"

"Seventeen."

"..."

The silent classroom could hear even a needle drop, and they were all listening to the conversation between Chen Zhou and Qu Yue.

Why is Qu Yue, who is usually taciturn, so cooperative in answering questions?

How did this poor boy know Qu Yue?

I kept my doubts in my stomach until the head teacher came.

The homeroom teacher was a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean personality. As soon as he spoke, Chen Zhou fell asleep. He glanced at Qu Yue who was already sleeping on the table, and followed suit.

As soon as the class meeting started, it lasted until twelve o'clock at noon, and a lot of things were explained.

Chen Zhou wanted to make things easier.

He woke up from his sleep, stood up and met Qu Yue's eyes.

Qu Yue kept looking at him, and the more he looked, the more puzzled he became.

He always felt that this new deskmate didn't look like a girl, at least in the thin school uniform, the outline of underwear could not be seen.

Maybe the chest is too flat?

Qu Yue knew that this topic was very hurtful, so he thought about it.

He saw Chen Zhou approaching cautiously, glanced at the teacher, and spoke in a breathy voice, for fear of being discovered by the teacher: "Qu Yue, let me go, I'll go to the toilet."

Qu Yue felt his breath coming, his voice was as soft and thin as a girl's, and he temporarily dispelled his doubts.

However, he looked at Chen Zhou expressionlessly, and said in a clear voice, "Say 'please,' and let you go."

Chen Zhou: "..."

Chen Zhou's position is very good. The air conditioner behind him can be used as a backrest, so it's impossible to get through from behind.

If there are no classmates sitting in front, Chen Zhou can step on a stool and turn over from the front.

Now there is no way to advance or retreat, the only way is to bend over.

The urge to urinate was fierce, and Chen Zhou stared at Qu Yue.

He suddenly remembered that night, and he seemed to have made such a bad request.

He was very generous, with a little nasal voice, he whispered: "Please."

Chen Zhou has never needed such a thing as a face.

Qu Yue was a little surprised at his quick compromise, and the experience of revenge was not good, he continued: "You can say 'please, brother' again."

Chen Zhou: ...you are too fucking deceptive!

It doesn't matter, what Chen Zhou is best at is putting on a show.

Relying on his sticky voice, he purposely said in a pretentious way: "Please, brother."

He made eight turns with one sound.

Qu Yue frowned, got up and made way.

Seeing Chen Zhougou walk out of the back door, Qu Yue's brows loosened again.

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