A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

Xu Xuehai paused for a moment, looked at him, and smiled again: "It's okay, Shen Wen, come in quickly, I'm on leave for two weeks, what are you doing?"

Shen Wen?

Zhuang Shen looked at the boy's straight back.

Unexpectedly, I met the hero Shen Wen by mistake before.

Shen Wen's brows and eyes were full of laziness and casualness, and the girls couldn't bear to take their eyes off his face.

He said casually, "I've been collecting music in Europe before, and I went to Africa on the way. I just got off the plane."

Zhuang Shen: "...?"

Dude we were in the same car yesterday.

Why don't you say that you travel around the world in one day?

Shen Wen's voice was on the low side, it sounded lazy and casual, and the ending was a bit cold.

It was the kind of voice that Zhuang Shen liked very much.

From the moment Shen Wen stood to the door, everyone started whispering, and the girls' faces were blushing with excitement.

Xu Xuehai nodded, seeming to be serious: "That was quite hard work, go back to your seat."

"Thank you, teacher." Shen Wen was neither humble nor overbearing, and walked slowly to the back row, even with the simplest school uniform, he did not hide his dignity.

Xu Xuehai's speech was interrupted, and he didn't continue the topic just now, and went directly to the topic: "Today, a transfer student came to our class. Let's give a round of applause!"

After everyone knew that the transfer student was a killer, they were not very interested. Most of the girls' attention was drawn away by Shen Wen, and only a small number of people clapped their hands in Xu Xuehai's face.

The applause below was sparse, mixed with the sound of chatter.

"Hey, the one in front, do you see what that killer looks like? Have you dyed your hair, permed your head, and put a nail on your nose?"

"What's interesting, I want to see you run outside to see."

"An ugly comparison, should I go see it myself?"

Amid the intermittent applause, Xu Xuehai nodded in satisfaction, waved to Zhuang Shen who was standing outside the door, and called cordially: "Zhuang Shen, come in and say hello to your classmates."

Jiang Huai, who had been sleeping on his stomach in the back row, was woken up by the applause, and sat up impatiently with a frown on his face, muttering, "What's the noise?"

He sat up and leaned against the wall, sitting on his side, just in time to see his deskmate Zhao Xiaoxia looking at the podium motionlessly, with a smile on his face and a dazed expression.

Doesn't look too smart.

The classroom was unprecedentedly quiet.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Huai didn't know, so he looked at the podium.

This time, I woke up completely.

Jiang Huai stared blankly at the above: "Fuck, who is this, it looks pretty..."

Shen Wen sat down behind him, the chair collided with a bump.

"Brother Wen? You are finally back to class." Jiang Huai turned around excitedly, with a smirk on his face: "Look at that handsome guy above, your position as a school grass is not guaranteed."

Shen Wen put the sketchbook on the table and looked up.

The person on the podium is now facing away from them, writing his name on the blackboard with white knuckles.

Because of raising his hand and stretching, the beautiful butterfly bone on the back is looming under the light white clothes.

Zhuang Shen wrote extremely fast, and after writing two unrestrained and unrecognizable characters, he turned his head and said, "My name is Zhuang Shen, and I come from No. [-] Middle School."

His skin is very fair, even giving people the illusion that it is cleaner and more transparent than his white shirt.

The pupils of the eyes are lighter in color, and the eyebrows and eyes are like the Jiangnan landscape paintings drawn by the masters, with an elegant charm under the infiltration of sunlight.

From the face to the temperament, it is not easy to see on weekdays.

Everyone was waiting for him to continue, but Zhuang Shen didn't say another word.

There was another eerie silence in the classroom.

Xu Xuehai also smiled gratifiedly at Zhuang Shen, this temperament is not as ineffective as Teacher Ma said!

It took him half a beat to react, and he asked kindly, "Is the introduction finished?"

Zhuang Shencheng said: "Yes."

Jiang Huai was startled, patted Shen Wen's desk and said, "Fuck, this transfer student is pretty cool."

Shen Wen was idly leaning on the back of the chair, with his thin and cold arms resting on the table, he raised his eyebrows.

"It's pretty good-looking." He squinted his eyes and said casually, "It's also pretty cool."

Xu Xuehai just nodded to Zhuang Shen's answer, just as a teacher was looking for him outside, he pointed to the seat by the window inside and said: "The second row is next to Duan Nianwei, your seat, sit down first."

Went out after saying that.

At this time, Duan Nianwei, who was sitting on the seat and whose name was read, was stunned, looking at the semi-wet tabletop to the right, his face was pale.

She didn't expect Zhuang Shen to be so good-looking. It was so different from what she had imagined. Now that the table has become like this, would he still be willing to sit here?

Duan Nianwei was in a complicated mood, regret and self-blame came to her heart for a while, she looked nervous, and saw that Zhuang Shen had already walked to the side of the seat.

The students around who knew what happened all looked at Zhuang Shen with bated breath.

Zhuang Shen swept across the table, tilted his head, and looked at Duan Nianwei with a smile on his lips.

It's just a little cold.

Duan Nianwei's head went numb from his stare, her eyelashes were half drooping, and her voice was a little bit aggrieved in his gaze: "I didn't do this..."

Zhuang Shen moved his eyes away and glanced to the side. No one spoke, and the people around who were watching the theater even lowered their heads when he swept over.

Fan Sheng has the power to fight hard, and they dare not provoke him. Talking at this time is courting death.

In the back row, Jiang Huai, who didn't know what was going on, asked his deskmate: "What's going on?"

Zhao Xiaoxia was also very anxious, with one hand on her mouth, she whispered the beginning to him.

"Fuck, Fan Sheng is too deceitful." Jiang Huai turned his body sideways, leaning his elbows against the books on Shen Wen's desk behind him: "Don't you think so?"

Turning around, he realized that Shen Wen's handsome face was covered with depression, and his brows and eyes were quite indifferent.

Hearing his words, he put his hands on the edge of the table, as if he wanted to stand up.

Someone spoke up ahead.

"I did it, why?" Fan Sheng turned around and looked at him, with a sarcastic smile on his lips: "A gift for you, do you like it?"

Fan Sheng was sitting in the first row against the wall. Zhuang Shen went around and stood in front of him after he finished speaking.

Fan Sheng raised his eyebrows and folded his hands confidently: "I heard that you injured the dean's son and transferred him here? Although my dad is not the dean, if you dare to do it—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Shen took the ink bottle in front of his desk, quickly opened it, and poured it on top of his head.

Thick black ink trickled down the top of his head and slid across the side of his face.

Shen Wen paused.

The whole class was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

Fan Sheng has been domineering and domineering at school for so long, obviously he didn't expect that someone would strike before he finished speaking.

He touched his face, saw the black ink on the palm of his hand, opened his eyes suddenly, stood up all of a sudden, and approached Zhuang Shen with an angry roar: "Fuck! You are looking for death!"

The people around were motionless, already petrified by Zhuang Shen's actions.

Fan Sheng's family is engaged in real estate, and they are considered the richest group in their tenth class. He installed a library for the school as soon as he entered the school, and occasionally bullied his classmates, and the teachers in the school turned a blind eye to him. Eye.

No one had ever dared to hit him in the face like this in front of everyone.

It's too embarrassing, still in front of the girl he likes.

Fan Sheng raised his hand to grab Zhuang Shen and beat him up, and even had the urge to let Zhuang Shen die here.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Shen was so fast that he grabbed his collar suddenly when he approached. Before Fan Sheng could react, he was pushed against the wall by an irresistible force!

A dull pain in the head.

The crisp sound of glass breaking rang in my ears.

Fan Sheng opened his eyes and trembled all over.

The broken ink bottle was less than half a centimeter away from his eye!

He could still clearly see the ink stains on the tip of the glass.

Fan Sheng's pupils constricted, his body began to tremble instinctively, his limbs became weak, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Zhuang Shen pressed his head, his fingers were as white as high-quality gelatin, blindingly white.

There was an inexplicable smile on that eye-catching face, it was obviously a smile, but it made people's heart tremble.

"Thank you for your gift," Zhuang Shen's voice came from above his head, with a soft and cold ending, "This is my return gift, do you like it?"