What if there are no inhibitors?

After more than half a month of school, Song Zhiwei has adapted well to the new world.

Go to class and chat with the same table every day, eat some delicious natural food, and be carefree.

It was Ms. Liu Fengxia who took the time to give him another lesson. When she called, it was before self-study last night.

They are doing self-study four classes late, and they feel drowsy every day, so the time just after dinner is the most relaxing time. There is music and poetry on the radio, no need to study, and they can chat with their deskmates for a while talk.

The surrounding area is also bustling.

His mother made a phone call out of the blue and gave a [-]-word lecture with the main idea "Can you improve yourself".

The mother in the original world is cold and violent, but the mother in this world is a hot shot, but the essence is the same.

Song Zhiwei didn't want to quarrel with her, so he agreed with each other.

After finally coping with it, I just hung up the phone and called again.

Song Zhiwei's temper exploded, and he was not too angry when he picked it up: "What's the matter? Mom, didn't I tell you that I will study hard? My deskmate has good grades, just Han Lu, who is from our community , the first-grade college bully, don't worry if he supervises my study."

There was only a very shallow breathing sound over there, and it was very quiet.

Song Zhiwei knew right away that he had mistaken the person, he put down his phone and looked at the name - h.

h？

Song Zhiwei opened his eyes wide, so how do I know who it is.

Bite the bullet, he rushed to the other side and said, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake just now, I thought it was my mother."

Song Zhiwei thought that there should be a voice on the other side at this time, but in the end there was still an unspeakable silence.

He asked, "Speak?"

There was finally a voice over there, and he asked, "When did you share the same table with Han Lucheng, and you didn't tell me."

Wow, the familiarity in this tone.

Song Zhiwei didn't dare to speak for a while, because there were too many mistakes.

Noticing his silence, H suddenly opened his mouth to explain: "I don't mean anything else, just asking casually."

Song Zhiwei turned his pen boringly: "Well, what do you want from me?"

H sounded a little irritable: "I heard about Du Xu."

"Ah."

He Shengze was annoyed by Song Zhiwei's sloppy attitude, and shouted at him: "Why didn't you tell me about this? When Du Xu called me, I thought it was really as simple as borrowing money."

"As a result, I only found out in the past two weeks that it was blackmail and school violence. I wouldn't have known if my friends from No. [-] Middle School hadn't told me about it."

Song Zhiwei laughed inappropriately, his laughter was like a wind chime hanging in the forest and being blown by the wind, he really thought it was quite funny.

The school dealt with this matter strictly, and gave Du Xu and others a serious warning, but the punishment was serious and general, so many people only heard about it and didn't know the details.

It is really difficult for h to know.

Song Zhiwei shivered: "That's really hard for you."

He Shengze took a few heavy breaths: "Song Zhiwei, you don't have to do this. Compromise with Du Xu for me, and swallow all the grievances for me."

"You make me feel like I owe you that."

"How much money Du Xu and his group owe you, I will pay them back."

"Don't do these things again." In the end, He Shengze's voice was tinged with indifference.

"You don't have to pay them back."

He Shengze was just about to start swearing.

Song Zhiwei went on to say: "There is a grievance and a debt. You don't need to judge how I behaved in the world before, and you don't need to feel ashamed. Anyway, I won't appear in front of you again in the future."

Speaking of this, Song Zhiwei almost knew who this person was. He suddenly remembered that this phone also had a separate photo album called "h".

Speaking of this, I have to thank Du Xu's wife, if it weren't for him, Song Zhiwei would never have guessed that the original body still had such a strong crush.

Guessing the other party's identity now gave him a bit of a headache.

The other side asked, "Are you serious?"

"Isn't it?" Song Zhiwei said with a smile, because there was no formal shape in his mouth, but it seemed real.

Because I don't care about my attitude, it's not because my heart is pierced and I said with a sobbing voice, "We broke up."

Instead, he smiled and sighed, you bother me too, so the two of us said, "We broke up."

He Shengze played with the lighter in his hand, and the lighter spun around like a flower in his hand, ignited and extinguished, ignited and extinguished.

"Better so."

He hangs up.

No. [-] Middle School is not like No. [-] Middle School. No. [-] Middle School is a key school, and No. [-] Middle School is a general high school.A lot of dawdling.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for He Shengze to go to No. [-] Middle School, but his father thinks that he might cause some trouble for him by going abroad in high school, so it's better to keep it under his nose.

He Shengze didn't want to go to No. [-] Middle School, because the pressure of studying there was too much, and it was not treated at all.

Father and son each take a step back.

He went to No. [-] middle school.

How to say, each has its pros and cons.

The advantage is that he can make trouble without going abroad, and there are a lot of younger brothers around him.

At this moment, he just hung up the phone and was in a bad mood. He turned around and asked the younger brother next to him, "Have you heard of Han Lu?"

There was a lot of chatter around: "I have heard it, why haven't I heard it."

"I know, I know, the city is number one."

The meaning of He Shengze's smile is unclear: "Yes, famous."

"Why are you asking this?" They asked eagerly, thinking that Sheng Ze and Han Lu had conflicts.

After all, suddenly mentioning an unfamiliar name is either gossip or something.

And He Shengze is not a person who likes to gossip.

But they couldn't think of a situation where a group of people went to surround Han Lu, they didn't feel like they were from the same world.

He Shengze: "Just ask."

This group of people doesn't think highly of Xueba, and when they talk about Xueba, they sarcastically say that he is a nerd, can he afford a house in the local area if he studies hard, and can he be as rich as Brother Sheng's family?

Under normal circumstances, [-]% of the top students can be compared to He Shengze. At this time, everyone is in a happy mood.

Only Han Lu can't step on like this, others are smarter and richer than you.

He Shengze ignited the lighter in his hand, squinted his eyes unhappily as he watched the flickering lights.

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Song Zhiwei hung up the phone and looked aside.

Han Lu was leaning on the back of the chair, with his long legs unscrupulously put forward, looking down at the magazine in his hand, and when he looked over, he even flipped through an article.

Song Zhiwei's mood suddenly improved. Recently, he and Han Lu got a lot closer. After all, they were at the same table.

What did he say to those words just now, "I will never appear in front of you again." It sounds like something is wrong.

Most people have already asked, but Han Lu acted as if he didn't hear it, which really made him feel a lot easier.

I only hope that when he comes in the first week, Han Lu can also keep his ears shut and only read the sage books.