Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

As soon as these words came out, many of the classmates who were not waiting to see Song Nanye laughed.

The math teacher smiled and waved his hand, "Stop talking about it, just look at the blackboard and continue to talk--"

"teacher!"

Jiang Beize in the first row stood up abruptly.

"What's wrong with Jiang Beize?"

Jiang Beize stood upright, with a clear posture, a thin figure, and a bit of sullenness in his clear eyes.

"You are a teacher and educating students, so you should also know that you should give the students the minimum respect, and openly attack a student in the classroom. This is the minimum quality. How can you be a teacher?"

The class was silent.

The classmates were all stunned. Who would have thought that the small Banbao, who was warm and gentle, would openly confront the teacher and maintain a low-level student.

In the end, the mathematics teacher roared and told Jiang Beize to go out of the penalty station!

"Jiang Beize, don't think that you came back from studying abroad, I dare not move you, and call your parents over at night!"

"My second brother will think I'm right!"

After Jiang Beize finished speaking, he picked up the math textbook and went out.

He was leaning against the wall outside, the sun was blazing, the sound of birds heard in his ears, and his heart had never been calm before.

For the first time, I felt that I had an opinion, and finally I didn't have to follow the crowd anymore, and finally I could say whatever I wanted, without disguising.

This is his Jiang Beize, a brand new beginning, and an important lesson he learned after coming to Zhicheng.

"Hey, kid."

The familiar male voice pulled back his thoughts.

Song Nanye put a hand in his pocket, looking at him condescendingly, his eyes curled up, as if smiling.

"Are you stupid?"

"You are stupid, why did you go out suddenly in class?"

"Urine urgency."

"...Oh." One sentence blocked Jiang Beize back.

Song Nanye pursed the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, but after all he didn't say anything. He swaggered in through the back door, swaggered out again, carrying his guitar.

In the next second, Jiang Beize heard the mathematics teacher's rough voice——

"Don't let me see you in math class from Song Nanye!"

"...Let's go."

Song Nanye was carrying a guitar, and the sun shining brightly on his back.

"Where to go?"

"Take you out to practice boxing, or else stand a class like a fool?"

Hearing this, Jiang Beize hurried to keep up.

This is the first time he skipped class in his lifetime.

...

There is a deserted parking lot behind the school. This is an abandoned parking lot that is connected to the cemetery and looks desolate.

When passing by the cemetery, Jiang Beize felt that there was a storm behind him, as if a ghost was following him.

"Master, what shall we do here..."

Subconsciously grasping the boy's arm in front of him, the clear face was full of panic.

Song Nanye frowned and stared at the hand on his arm, throwing him away impatiently.

"Don't touch me!"

"...Oh." Jiang Beize retracted his hand again angrily.

"Song Nanye, when do you owe Laozi the money?!"

A rough voice came from the front, and the words were gritted.

Jiang Beize looked at it along the way, and there were three small gangsters in front of him. He looked familiar with the yellow hair in the middle, and recognized that it was the gangster who was chasing Song Nanye at the school gate before.

Song Nanye smiled, grabbed Jiang Beize by the collar without saying a word, and pushed him forward abruptly.

"If you win him today, Xiaoye will pay you back! If he wins you, the money on you will be mine!"