Nonlinear Love

"Evil Sect, why did you just transfer to our class?" Lin Yan supported his chin and joined the discussion.

Chi Xuan seemed to have stayed up all night, yawning without raising his eyelids: "It's none of my business."

Su Lian: "..."

How should I put it, when I first entered junior high school, because it was a single-parent family and was eye-catching, I was blocked by a group of gangsters in the toilet at the beginning of school, saying that I would teach him a lesson, so that he should not be too ostentatious and restrained.

Su Lian thought it was funny.

It was the other party who made the first move, and being bullied must have to resist. Su Lian was slammed into the corner, and as soon as his fist came out, he fought back.

The history of 1v5 fame was that time, the effect was outstanding, and no one dared to trouble him since then.

Although his grades were not very good at that time, he was really not a typical social brother, but he had a hard fist and beat people harder.

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred, and the details are exaggerated and described by the middleman, and his glorious image becomes more bizarre.

Gu Anjiu pondered for a while, then boldly speculated: "Master, it has been a few days since school started and suddenly transferred to our class. Is he trying to challenge your status in the world?"

Lin Yan buckled the table, and analyzed rationally: "Maybe I have a grudge against the arrogant master, come and be hard at close range."

Su Lian was speechless again, wondering if all of you were persecuted and delusional.

He just pushed open the back door halfway, when a sudden pat on the shoulder: "What are you looking at?"

Su Lian turned his head and explained to the man who was half bald: "Hello, teacher, I just transferred to class six."

"Oh, I heard." The head teacher Li Guoqing raised his hand and touched a few hairs, his tone was cold, and he was not very happy with the arrival of this rumored social brother.

He pushed open the back door vigorously, and with a bang, many people in the classroom turned their heads.

Li Guoqing circled his eyes, stared at the back two rows and clicked his tongue: "What are you looking at, have you finished the review of the three of you escaping from bed two days ago? Give it to me before the evening self-study."

"Mr. Li, we were wrong." Gu Anjiu sat upright in an instant, with a well-behaved face, "Will five hundred words do?"

Li Guoqing's expression was cold, and his tone was calm: "There is no need to discuss, not a single word can be omitted, and each person who speaks will add 1000. Well, Su Lian, you can find a vacant seat and sit first."

Su Lian nodded, walked in with his schoolbag in front of everyone's eyes, pulled the stool next to Chili, ignored the inquiring eyes, and sat down calmly.

"What to watch, do your questions." Li Guoqing was a little impatient today, staring at the beards of his classmates who were watching the excitement.

Everyone withdrew their curious eyes and pretended to be serious.

Li Guoqing walked away with his hands behind his back.

Gu Anjiu didn't react when he heard the name, his back was numb, and he was dumbfounded: "Handsome guy, you are Su, Su, Su..."

"Nine, ninth brother, you, why are you stuttering like me, one," a thin boy next to him spoke with difficulty.

"Little monkey, don't interrupt." Gu Anjiu blinked and said in shock, "It can't be so coincidental."

"Well, I'm Su Lian."

Gu Anjiu calmed down for a long time: "Fuck, he is the tyrant of the No. 8 High School."

Chi Wang looked sideways at his new tablemate for a few seconds, thinking that it wasn't too surprising that the little bào's temper was biting while sleeping.

Frightened by Su Lian's history of fame, his legs became weak, Gu Anjiu grabbed Lin Yan for comfort: "Brother, I was here that day, but I actually called a big guy to work as a part-timer, do I have to close the coffin board? Looking at the brothers game, can you prepare some paper money for me?"

Lin Yan patted him on the shoulder with empathy: "It's okay, I also have a share. I will also pay him two hundred and fifty an hour. Why don't we choose a feng shui treasure to be buried together?"

Chi Huang couldn't help laughing: "Promise."

"Master, he suddenly appeared in the Internet cafe two days ago, and he chose you as his tablemate again today. He must have a purpose. You are careful to really come to trouble you." Gu Anjiu was very cowardly, and he lowered his voice and bit his ears.

"I'm not deaf, I can hear." Su Lian put the thermos cup on the table and made a clanging sound.

The aura was too strong, and the two people in the front row turned their heads in unison, holding the language textbook upside down, in a hurry, pretending to read a book.

Su Lian expressionlessly pushed the thermos cup to the table next to him, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for staying that day, I'll bring you dinner."

"I'm really hungry, kind enough, thank you."

Chi Wang leaned back on the seat in a bit of a daze, thinking to himself, isn't this frightened social brother quite human.

He unscrewed the bottle cap with one hand, unguarded, raised his head and took a big mouthful.

The sticky taste rolled down the throat, and a strange taste exploded in the mouth.

Before I had time to taste it, the indescribable bitterness immediately shot up to the sky, accompanied by a sour aftertaste like a lingering sound, which continued for three days.

If Shen Nong drank it, he would have to call him an expert.

Chili almost died on the spot.

"You call this thing dinner?"

He put the thermos cup on the table, and his expression was indescribable: "Kixing, are you poisoning me?"

The author has something to say:

Health Care Cool: Oh, I don't know what to do.

Su Lian has a better understanding of Chi Li's physical condition, so don't try it lightly (serious face)

Chapter 5

Su Lian's expression was not very good for a moment, and he felt that his fist was a little hard.

"What's the poison?" Gu Anjiu in the front row turned around, stared at Chi Li in horror, and muttered,

"Master, you're foaming at the mouth... No, no, no, what a deep hatred, why is this?"