Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

The students are both nervous and excited about this monthly exam.

In the past month, their class and Class 2 have been fighting openly and secretly many times.

You have to compete with them to win the court for playing games and do inter-class exercises to see who can gather faster; in class hygiene, you also have to compete for moving red flags.

The students in both classes were very angry and wanted to beat each other in terms of grades.

Of course, a class of classmates were not afraid. They even set a high goal for themselves.

They are planning to destroy Class 2, so that Class 2's first place ranking will be ranked last in Class 1.

It's not impossible. Class placement in schools is based on admission scores.

There are about fifty students in a class. The first class has the top fifty students, and the second class has fifty to one hundred students.

A group of fearless teenagers work hard for their ambitious goals.

But there are always bumps on the road to growth, and the results are often unsatisfactory.

In this monthly exam, two people from Class 2 still did well, and their scores reached the upper-middle level of Class 1.

Among them was Ding Min, who was later transferred to the second class.

Ding Min was even more arrogant now. Every time she passed by the door of Class 1, she would hold her head high with contempt on her face.

Ding Min: "You are so brazen that you want to destroy our class, bah~"

Class 2 students: "Why are there so many cows flying in the sky?"

Ding Min: "Because a group of students are playing!"

"Hahaha..."

Ding Min and a girl from her class walked arm in arm through the door of a classroom, deliberately sarcastic loudly.

The classroom fell into silence. Everyone looked depressed and depressed, and a few thin-skinned girls even blushed.

Song Pan'er took a look and saw that the situation was not good!

This is not okay, don't just charge and have them all fall down!

Morale is so low, which is not conducive to her work as the new study committee member!

Song Paner stood up from her seat, stepped on the stool, and said loudly:

"Students, our class's score has surpassed that of Class 2! There is no doubt about it.

But, is the goal of group destruction~"

“The price we set is indeed a bit big!”

When Song Pan'er said this, she looked around. The classmates looked at her unwillingly, as if they wanted to object to her words, but they knew that what she said was the truth and had nothing to refute.

Song Pan'er smiled and changed the topic,

"But - yes - it's good! I like it very much."

"We should not be arrogant and waste our youth. We must have great ambitions. If it doesn't work once, we will do it twice. If it doesn't work twice, we will continue to do it. We will trample the enemy squad to death under our feet!"

Song Pan'er's words made everyone's blood boil with excitement. They clapped, clapped on the table, and cheered loudly.

"good-"

"right-"

"Step on the dog to death"

Ding Min, who was in the corridor, gritted his teeth in hatred when he heard this. He turned around and ran back to the classroom without going to the toilet.

People are so strange, they are often confused by the things attached to others, thus ignoring the essence of this person.

With the blessing of the academic committee, Song Paner, who is four or five years younger than her classmates, has become the leader of the whole class.

At some point, the class bell rang, and the English teacher walked into the classroom with a lesson plan.

"Hey - Song Pan'er, what are you doing? There's no room for you on the ground? Do you want to take off?"

The English teacher threw the lesson plan on the desk, folded his arms, and stared at Song Pan'er who jumped off the stool in despair.

"Go to my office after class."

Disaster fell from the sky, Song Pan'er wanted to cry but had no tears.

She is not afraid of teachers from other subjects looking for her, but this English teacher is definitely not going to do anything good by looking for her, so she will just wait to be criticized!

The impassioned spirit and the heroic spirit that he had just raised his arms and raised his arms disappeared in an instant. Song Pan'er turned into a little quail in an instant, huddled in her seat and worried.

The English teacher had been unhappy with Song Paner for a long time, and now he found an opportunity to deal with her.

After class, the English teacher raised his hand and took Song Paner directly to the office.

"You are ranked first in every subject, why do you treat me as a special subject only in English?"

"Come on, Song Pan'er, talk to the teacher. Do you have a problem with English as a subject? Or do you have a problem with me as an English teacher?"

These words were terrifying. Song Paner shook her head in fear, "Teacher, listen to me."

"My family comes from a rural area, and the conditions are not good. I can't afford English tapes. I didn't learn English until late, so I-"

Song Pan'er pinched her thigh secretly, her eyes red.

Seeing that Song Pan'er was scared to tears by him, the English teacher calmed down.

But his posture just now was a bit high, and now this change seems particularly funny.

"Ah~ No, it's not your fault, eh! Don't cry!"

The English teacher uncomfortably picked up the pen on the table, repeatedly pulled out the pen cap with one hand and then put it back on again.

"Okay, nothing's wrong! If you have any questions in the future, just ask the teacher and go back to class!"

Song Paner bid farewell to her English teacher with tears in her eyes.

On the way back to class, Song Paner took a deep breath.

It was not easy for her every day. Not only did she have to encourage her classmates, she also had to fool the teacher.

It was late autumn, and the wind blew in from the window in the corridor. Song Pan'er, who had not recovered from her cold, sneezed heavily and muttered, "Did she miss her?"

Someone is indeed thinking about her, but it's not her, but someone else.

In the office of Jincheng Youth Magazine, a young man put down the phone in his hand and showed his shining white teeth.

I saw him pick up the pen and write the three words "Song Pan'er" at the beginning of the letter, and suddenly paused.

He stood up suddenly and ran to knock on the office door at the end of the corridor.

"Enter!"

After receiving permission, Zhou Wen closed the corners of his exaggerated grin, showed a four-tooth smile, opened the door and walked in.

"Boss, I'm in charge of the serial novel "The Puppy Returns Home", and Bayi Film and Television wants to buy its animation rights."

The middle-aged woman in the office raised her eyebrows and praised: "Not bad! Zhou Wen! You have a sharp eye for pearls!"

"You can discuss this matter. The minimum copyright fee cannot be less than the standard line we have set. As for the sharing-"

The woman thought for a moment and then continued: "Let's divide it into four or six! Didn't you say that the author is still writing the second part? Let's use the highest dividing standard! In case people run away."

"Yes, boss, I promise to complete the mission!"

Zhou Wen gave a nondescript salute, ran out in a hurry, and made a phone call.

Song Pan'er doesn't know this good news yet. She is busy with human relations at this time.