I am the father of the devil king?

In a blink of an eye, I will be 15 years old, and it is actually just a summer vacation.

Grandpa forbade me to go to the third grade of junior high school again, saying that others would think I was a fool, and he always cared more about other people's eyes than my feelings.

Due to lack of exams, my scores can only go to 2 high schools, my alma mater and Xingde High School.

Only fools choose boys' schools!

I wrote three consecutive "Xiande High School" on the volunteer letter.

Because of the sudden incident, when I went to Xunde High School for inspection, I found that the school gate was closed, and few stores around were open to welcome customers.

There are only a few words about this school in the online chat, and some of them are relatively cryptic, like exchanging codes.

Since Xingde is far away from my home, and it takes several hours to travel by various means of transportation, my grandfather plans to let me live in school.

And I took advantage of the summer vacation to work several odd jobs. After all, I will soon leave the control of adults, meet a new life and a new girlfriend, dating and giving gifts are all very expensive.

With joy, I embarked on the road of registration.

Different from what I saw before, those street shops are open for business, and there are many enthusiastic salesmen pulling students to recommend their own products. I looked around and saw many high-quality (figure) girls.

The teacher at the registration office looked at the information I submitted, and pushed his height glasses.

"Student, you are late, the dormitory beds we arranged are all full."

"What?" I obviously reported on time according to the time notified above, how could it be late?

"However, we have arranged special dormitories outside the campus, and you can move in there."

I was entangled, the tuition fees I finally got from my parents were not much, and I didn't want to use my small coffers.

"Students, don't worry, the fee is the same."

Hearing that, I became worried instead, whether the house would be too dilapidated, and the price was actually the same as the school's cheap price.

A muscular senior helped me carry my luggage and lead the way. He claimed to be from the student union.

"The student union is still here to do odd jobs?"

"I don't know what my junior is. In our Shende High School, the student union is just doing odd jobs."

Unexpectedly, the other party finally led me to a small independent two-story bungalow. If he hadn't opened the gates with the key, I would have suspected that he had taken the wrong way.

"This is my dormitory?"

"To be precise, there is another junior who lives with you, but he is in a special situation, so he will probably report later! Here, here, I give you the key, and tidy it up myself. I'm going back to help!"

I was stunned and couldn't help pinching my thigh to see if I was dreaming.

"It hurts..."

I immediately rushed into one of the bedrooms and rolled on the big bed.

"Long live Xingde!"

Such excitement was washed away the next day.

I came to school full of energy early in the morning, only to see a group of people chasing one, yes, just like the [-]:[-] show on TV, and then forcing that person to jump into the lake at the end of the road.

"Junior Xia Zhi, don't look, be careful of being targeted by them." The muscle senior came over and dragged me away who was standing there.

"them?"

The senior didn't answer my question, but took me to the bulletin board.

"Let's see which class you are assigned to!"

It may be that I have a predestined relationship with "Three", and this time it is actually Class Three again.

My new class was arranged on the top 6th floor, with a good view, overlooking the playground, and I could see girls chatting in twos and threes in the classroom, and I suddenly felt that the haze just dissipated in an instant.

At 9 o'clock, a slightly childish man came in with a folder and wrote two beautiful words on the blackboard - Zou Congee, he is our head teacher, who teaches history, and then began the routine - roll call.

I used a notebook to write down the girls who were named, and wrote comments and comments later to give a score. This behavior was noticed by the new deskmate at the side, with a look of contempt.

Until a quiet girl with glasses, my deskmate used his pen to make an X on my handwriting, and wrote 3 big characters "my girl" after it.

Well, there are only 50 girls out of more than 11 people, and one of them is yours!

I gave him a thumbs up, and he gave me a thumbs up, but down.

"There is another classmate who is temporarily unable to..."

With a sound of "swipe", the back door was opened, and a tall figure broke in.

"Teacher, Cang Ling has come to report early."

I almost jumped out of my seat.

It's him!

Everyone in the classroom looked over... No, there was another one sleeping on the table, so no one noticed the teacher's nervous expression.

"Cang Ling...student... hurry up and find a seat!"

He looked around and finally kicked the chair at the same table.

"You..." The deskmate was about to get up to reason, but was dragged away by a few students who came out of nowhere.

"You guy last time..."

"Do you know, you made me unable to go back!"

He didn't look at me, the sun shone on his handsome profile, like a beautiful oil painting.

I knew he was speaking to me, and I could hear the annoyance in his mouth.

I calm down.

Can't go back?Does it mean abroad?He is obviously of mixed race, and the property manager also said that the owner of that house has gone abroad, although according to his age he would not be a child of that family, he might be a younger brother or something.

Did you miss the chance to reunite with your family because you took me in?

Immediately I felt guilty.

"Yes... I'm sorry!"