Zhang Tangmu and Li Jerry

Cicada is calling.

Report on a hot day.

Nandu Medical University.

General medicine, class one, class two, class three, class four.

"Zhang Tangmu!"

Counselor roll call.

The air was silent for a while, and a tepid voice came from somewhere in the back row of the auditorium—"Here."

The director's heart felt stuck, and he couldn't help it.

This simple response, polite, cold, faintly sharp, was completely different from most previous expressions that were either eager, flattering, lazy, shy, dull, frizzy, or stupid...

The instructor stood in front of the podium, frowning instinctively, and continued to roll the roll.

The air conditioner and the electric fan were humming softly, and 150 six freshmen filled this semi-circular lecture hall of a large family.

The instructors have experienced many battles, and they never need to look at the roll call.

Don't think that if you shout for someone lightly, you can escape his witty ears.

Of course, this is also for the sake of his own cervical spine health, not only does he not have to raise his head and lower his head frequently like a chicken pecking at rice, like a fool, but also he has developed a superb ability to listen to and distinguish people.

But the instructor really wanted to look up this time and look for the face of the cruel man.But the search seemed demeaning.It is the attitude of the weak to strike back immediately as if being provoked.

The instructor's rich fighting experience told him that the future will be long.

The school is the society. As the leader of the class, he must firmly believe in his own class advantages and never waver.

Establishing such a belief, the instructor couldn't help readjusting the slightly disrupted speech rate, speaking confidently, calmly, and more loudly to the still lengthy registration list.

However, cicada is annoying.

Why do you suddenly have a sense of sight of the African savannah, the director thought.

In the wilderness overgrown with black grass in front of him, there was some ferocious little beast ready to go, squinting the corners of its eyes from a high place, condescending and scorning him like an emperor.

The instructor's back felt chills, and the sense of crisis in life came in an instant, comparable to the few seconds before a car accident.

Bang-!

The door of the classroom was knocked half open, and a figure was thrown into it.

The instructor was so startled that he jumped up on the spot, turned around quickly, and looked up and down with angry eyes.

In the afternoon light, a boy stands.

He has a T-shirt and shorts, white sneakers, his right hand is placed lightly in his trouser pocket, and the slender and powerful fingertips of his left hand are holding one end of a used and severely worn narrow-edged skateboard.

Beads of sweat glistened on the black temples, and the full and firm chest followed the deep panting, open and unruly, and the rhythm fluctuated.

The young man with short hair is fearless, looking around in the quiet lobby with a population of more than 100. His black eyebrows and dark eyes flashed innocent, innocent and ignorant eyes.

After observing for a short moment, the young man suddenly squinted and stared at the instructor who was also at the head of the podium and was the closest in a straight line.

The instructor was sweating profusely because of a large gold chain dangling from the stirrup around the boy's wheat-colored neck.

The gold chain is unpretentious, made of pure gold, not thin, not thick, short and blunt in size, without any hint of showing off, but it complements the boy's body, and the male hormones are getting stronger.

The instructor took a step back, his Adam's apple clicked, and he swallowed heavily.

"Damn it!——" The boy raised his eyebrows, and the guide asked, "What are you looking at?! Where is the place to report?! Do you know?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, under the creaking and automatically closed door, someone stepped out, and the door was pushed open by a few hands. In front of the secluded corridor, a few hippie smiling faces and a few evil-looking people stood upside down. teenager.

Sure enough, the sense of crisis was right, but the prediction was in the wrong direction.

The instructor shook his body, pretending to be calm: "What are you doing?"

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, he touched the hedgehog-like hair on his forehead, took a breath and said with an angry smile: "Ask! The way!"

The young man has a strong and solid physique, full of coercion, he stands tall, and his black figure covers the instructor's small bones.

"I'm a counselor!" The counselor still believes in the power of class.

"Damn it! The teacher is amazing!—" I don't want to stare the boy's eyes even more roundly, screaming and spitting stars, shining brightly in the midsummer light.

His eyebrows and eyes showed a tyrannical look.

The instructor didn't retreat, but just supported the podium: "You, are you from our school?..." The tone was weak.

A hero doesn't suffer from immediate disadvantages, and the subtext of the instructor's benevolent eyebrows is--little brother, do we have something to discuss?

The young man had sharp eyebrows and pointed eyes, and he resolutely sensed the cowardice of the director. He raised his resolute mouth in disdain, and replied with the alertness of a hooligan: "I am a general practitioner, how about you?"

A century-old prestigious school actually recruited such a person. The world is going downhill, the country will not be the country, and the instructor wants to cry without tears: "I am a general counselor."

The young man was taken aback for a moment, "Bajibaji" blinked his big innocent eyes, his face did not change at all, and said: "Damn it, you didn't say it earlier?!"

The instructor is twenty-eight years old, and his hair was cut off when he was young.

No, no.

The instructor is 25 years old, and on the first day of registration, he was cut to pieces by hooligans.

The little instructor was so angry that he couldn't speak, and he was also terrified.

"Where should I sit?!" The young man shouted and asked the instructor loudly. He arched his shoulders, as if asking a very serious question, which made him very uncomfortable.

The auditorium is full of seats.

The students held their breath, dared not speak out when they were angry, and some watched the jokes in silence.

No matter what kind of mentality, everyone who has no space in the front, back, left, and right sides, in the sky and in the world, is very lucky.

"You... you..." The director wanted to scold, get the hell out of your head, you fucking want to sit, you die and stand on the side!

But in the end, he didn't curse out.

If you don't curse, it's shit stuck in the sewer.It serves no purpose other than disgusting yourself.

Seeing the little instructor angry, the boy was a little funny. He shook his head, playing with the cowardly and weak prey like a skilled and vulgar hunter: "Little teacher! You fucking talk! If you don't talk, I won't dare to sit down!" !"

There was a lot of sinister laughter at the door. He said such words, but he was able to maintain the innocent and pure eyes of a reckless boy.

The little instructor burst into tears.

Xue Xiaogu is 25 years old. He has not graduated from Nandu Normal University for a long time, and he thinks he has mastered all the secrets of being a good college counselor.

The classroom is as silent as lead, with two-thirds boys and one-third girls.

The corner of the boy's eyes glanced at Xue Xiaogu's weak and slender body, and he looked out of the window as if he was empty.

The sun is shining brightly there, the flowers are blooming, and the trees are long in shade.

"Damn it." The young man muttered thoughtfully.

"You sit next to me."

From a high place in the classroom, a clear male voice suddenly came out.

Bright but not sharp, clear but not thin.

The boy turned his head from a moment of absence with a wicked smile, and the voice despised him from a high place.

There was a burst of astonishment in the classroom, and then it returned to silence.

The eyes around him became eager.

In the crowd of people, a tall, long-haired figure slowly walked down.

Back wall, tall pane windows.

The incoming light blurs the face.

The boy thought to himself, damn it, who pushed his girlfriend down? !

The smooth long hair hung down to the sharp chin, the man walked from top to bottom, and stopped in front of the boy.

With slender and delicate fingers, he took off the small gold-rimmed glasses, and the same voice said with contempt: "I'll take care of you."

"Damn it! Who are you?!" The young man paused before staring.

This boy is half a head taller than the boy.

The young man is not afraid, he just thinks that he is old and dim-sighted? !

Look again, the slender eyebrows, the eyes set into the temples, the pointed nose, the breath as cold as autumn water.

Damn!The young man said to himself, no wonder he looks like a nine-headed beauty!

"I'm class one of general subjects, monitor." The long-haired boy replied calmly and looked down.

"Damn it! What's so great about the monitor of class one?!" The boy responded with his neck raised in a familiar sentence pattern.He has no cunning language, he has only a heroic determination.

There was no longer wanton laughter around, and it seemed that even the boy's accomplices believed that this long-haired man should not be underestimated.

When a hunter meets a hunter for the first time, who is the prey?

The contemptuous and alienated eyes of the long-haired man made the young man restless, and flames burst into the young man's eyes.

"In the morning, I did a roll call in the dormitory." The long-haired man folded his gold-rimmed glasses and put them lightly into his shirt pocket.

The young man's eyes followed. His experience in gang fights in the streets told him that slowly putting away his glasses is one of the important signs before an insidious man makes a move.

But what the boy chased after was the white shirt's unbuttoned, white and slender collarbone.

Oh shit!goblin!

The boy withdrew his eyes and stared at the long-haired man's face.

"Our class is short of one person." In the cold and rippling pupils of the long-haired man, there was something hesitant to say.

The upright boy just poked his neck and said, "Damn it! What's missing is my son! I'm a fucking transfer student, so you don't even know what grandpa looks like!"

"Oh?...Dare to ask, what is your name?" The long-haired man asked long and long. He seemed to be asking the boy, but he didn't seem to be asking the boy, because the corners of his eyes floated over the boy's face, and he never looked at him again. glance.

The young man sniffed, raised his face and said arrogantly: "Grandpa, I won't change my name when I go, and I won't change my surname when I sit. My name is Li Jerui! ——You?!"

The long-haired handsome man turned his eyes lightly, and the glint of cunning was fleeting.

He was half-smiling, vaguely, Piao Miao looked at the rogue-looking but clumsy male animal in front of him, and said clearly: "You are Li Jerui? My name is Zhang Tangmu!..."

The first class of general subjects got together Tom and Jerry in one day, the whole world celebrates, the common people are virtuous, and the world will never be peaceful again.

"Fuck your mother! My name is Jerry Lee, and your fucking name is Tom Zhang! I'll fuck your mother Legor JB!—"

Li Jerui's accomplices laughed loudly, and dragged Li Jerui out of the lecture hall amidst the deafening and deafening laughter of 150 people in four classes of the whole department.

Li Jerui's neck is full of arms, almost being carried out, but he is still steadfastly digging the door frame with his fingernails, yelling: "You f*cking long-haired old monster! You are worthy of being Tom! Oh, what a shame! I'm yuck!" Bah bah! You're a cat, I'm a mouse?! You fucking dare to take advantage of me! I'll fuck your mother's bastard! You remember it for grandpa!—Huh?! I'm fucked! What are you bastards doing! Damn, put me down! I'm going to beat this bastard to death!—"

When Li Jerui carried out the teaching building for his own people, the atmosphere in the lecture hall reached its climax.

General medicine, freshmen all year round, patted their desks and shouted: "Zhang Tangmu!" "Zhang Tangmu!" "Zhang Tangmu!" "Zhang Tangmu!"...

The instructor Xue Xiaogu was so excited that he was shaking like chaff, as if he had returned to the passionate student days.

Zhang Tangmu remained silent, pretending to be full of force, shaking his long hair, walked up the stairs and took his seat.

Taking out the gold-rimmed glasses from the pocket of his white shirt, Zhang Tangmu didn't put them on right away, but gracefully put them on the table, then raised his hand, and rubbed one temple enchantingly, feeling a little worried.

Why don't you forget about the appearance at a respectful distance.

Those clear eyes...

I have never met a person with such clear eyes...

Prey, coveted by hunters.As a hunter, why not be watched by the prey.

Who is more dangerous?

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