Will Mozun know how to multiply today? [Traveling]

"Oh, then what?"

Jiang Yike lazily hugged his tissue box, half raised his eyes to look at Lu Yao, "Does it have something to do with me?"

Lu Yao anxiously wanted to say something, but he looked into Jiang Yike's eyes, but couldn't speak for some reason.

What should he say?

Let Jiang Ge be careful, let Jiang Ge be cautious, let Jiang Ge go home and avoid it?

Lu Yao himself transferred from another school this year. He had no way of knowing what happened during his freshman year in high school. He could only peep a little bit from the silent briefings of his classmates.

Seeing Jiang Yike's nonchalant expression, Lu Yao could only worry: "Brother Jiang, you—"

As a party, you are even a victim, why are you calmer than me? !

Jiang Yike knocked on the table, nonchalantly said: "Why panic, I still think that school bully can't beat me."

Lu Yao still didn't think it would work: "I heard that the school bully is a Sanda champion, and he has been hanging out on the street since he was a child."

Jiang Yike said in his heart that he might scare you to death, I am still the majestic Lord of the Demon Realm, with a record of 99 victories and one loss in my life, he doesn't even bother to look at this little kid in the human world.

"Don't worry," Jiang Yike said, "If he really comes to find fault, he'll hit him back."

Seeing that he was full of confidence, Lu Yao suddenly felt that Jiang Ge might really be able to beat that school bully to the ground. Huo Lan told himself for a long time that maybe it was just an exaggeration?

No matter what, he pulled out the chair and sat down beside Jiang Yike, looking at him furtively.

Jiang Yike hugged his tissue box and sat quietly on the seat.He has a small frame, slender joints, and the wide cuffs are slightly drawn down, revealing a small section of cold white wrist.

If it hadn't been for Brother Jiang punching some gangsters to the ground, Lu Yao wouldn't have believed that Jiang Yike would fight even if he was beaten to death.

However, Lu Yao's words finally explained the students' strange attitude towards him just now.

Although the memory of the original body is very vague, but it has been some time since he came to modern times, and he can roughly piece together what happened in the past.

Jiang Yike tapped the tissue box thoughtfully, it seemed that this school bully was probably the one who kept insulting and bullying Yuanchen.

For language, body, and even the endless oppression and violence in the mind, the original body finally made such a decision after accumulating over time.

Jiang Yike looked out the window and smiled to himself.

It's just that the smile was extremely cold and quiet, the smile didn't reach the eyes, but floated on the surface falsely, with a bit of contempt and disdain.

I want to see, you "school bully"...

How many catties are there?

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In the principal's room not far away, a man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting on the sofa.

A middle-aged man with a bald head sat across from him, and beside him was a well-known absent-minded boy who kept playing with his mobile phone.

The headmaster wiped the perspiration from his forehead with a paper towel, and said with embarrassment: "...Then you mean, you are still in class F?"

The man in the suit was very polite: "That's right, just be in the original F class."

He sighed, and continued: "You also know that this kid doesn't care about his studies. If he moves to another class, he might affect other students."

However, the boy who was persecuted before, because his grades plummeted, he almost handed in a blank paper in the final exam... He happened to fall from class C to class F.

The principal wiped his sweat again, and finally compromised under the gaze of the man in the suit:

"Okay, then do as you say."

The principal sighed for a long time, watching the man in the suit take his son away, feeling very complicated.

Nancheng No. [-] Middle School is a kilometer high school, and even with the subsidy allocated from above, it is already unable to make ends meet.

Moreover, the budget for education has been gradually tightened over the years, which has put all high schools in an embarrassing situation.

So at this time, the support from the parents of "special" students is very important.As long as these students don't cause trouble and stay peacefully until graduation, parents will naturally pave the way for them.

The principal looked at the tea set on the table. The warm tea in the celadon cup was completely cold, and it hadn't even been moved.

At the bottom of the cup there is a lump of black tea leaves, as black as charcoal.

He sighed again, poured out the tea, turned around and spoke to the person who had been quietly in the corner, helping to pack things up:

"Chu Nian, take a set of textbooks and workbooks later and send them to your classmates."

Chu Nian said lightly, "Okay."

He handed the sorted list and other documents to the principal, and said obediently: "I'll go to the library teacher right away."

The principal nodded and waved him away.

Chu Nian retreated all the way to the door, put five fingers on the doorknob, and gently closed the door.

"Click", the door closed.

...Class F, that is, the class that Xiao Shaojun is in.

Chu Nian didn't care about what happened in the school in the past, he wasn't interested in learning about it, and he didn't bother to care about other things.

However, if Jiang Yike was involved, it would be a different matter.

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Jiang Yike took the medicine obediently, went back to sleep, and woke up the next day feeling better.

Although there is still a little fatigue and headache, but it is no longer a big problem.

In the early morning, the sun was shining in the gap between his hair. He walked briskly, humming a little song, and swayed to the school gate with his schoolbag on his back.

He arrived very early, and from a distance he could see the automatic door retracting "clicking", shrinking from a mighty white python to a dry section.

Three or four people with red armbands waited at the school gate early, and walked in together when the security uncle opened the door.

Jiang Yike looked around curiously, then quickened his pace and rushed over.

The team stood in front of the security booth to discuss matters, and one of them saw Jiang Yike approaching quietly from the corner of his eye. He and the other two signaled and walked out.

"It's so early today, don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

The man stopped beside Jiang Yike, his voice was very low, with a bit of hazy tenderness.

Jiang Yike smiled at him, and said, "I woke up early, and I have nothing to do at home anyway, so I'll come early."

The man nodded thoughtfully.

He was tall and slender, buttoned all the way to the top of the collar, and on his right arm was an armband with gold letters on a red background, which was buttoned meticulously with pins.

Jiang Yike focused all his attention on his armband, pointed curiously, and asked, "This is...?"

I saw Chu Nian wear it before playing basketball. Is it a badge, or something like a certificate?

Chu Nian looked in the direction of his finger, lowered his head slightly, untied the armband, and handed it to Jiang Yike silently.

Jiang Yike was dumbfounded holding the armband: "???"

He looked at Chu Nian speechlessly, and said, "Wait a minute... I'm just a little curious, why would you just take it apart and give it to me?"

"We are responsible for checking the school's discipline and hygiene. This armband is a symbol of the student union." Chu Nian said, "Untie it to see clearly."

Jiang Yike quickly returned the armband to him, and said, "Then you put it on quickly."

He leaned forward to help Chu Nian wear it, his body was almost pressed against him, his breath hit the shirt, spreading a warm touch.

Chu Nian stood motionless on the spot, and Jiang Yike helped him wear it for a long time, but the pins were always buckled incorrectly, and the entire armband was hanging crookedly on the sleeve, without any energy.

Jiang Yike fiddled with it for a long time, and then gave up.

Chu Nian was not in a hurry, he just watched him slowly stacking the armbands, with a smile unconsciously showing from the corners of his eyes and brows.

Jiang Yike took a step back guiltily, and then heard Chu Nian ask, "Do you feel better today?"

Jiang Yike said: "That's nonsense, this little cold can do nothing for me."

Chu Nian said "Mm", and his voice became lower and apologetic: "I'm going to check the discipline today, so I can't have lunch with you."

He reminded: "Remember to take cold medicine once after a meal, and don't keep blowing cold air in the corridor."

It seems that since no one knows when, Chu Nian has been very concerned about his own affairs, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is too busy.

Although a little embarrassed, this feeling of being cared for is not bad.

Jiang Yike responded with a full mouth.

Not daring to delay the time of their discipline inspection team any longer, he waved goodbye to Chu Nian, turned his head and walked towards the classroom.

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When Jiang Yike first arrived, there was still no one in the classroom. After sitting there for a long time, people came in from the door one after another.

He went out for a walk during the period, but when he came back, he heard a loud noise from the classroom far away.

"Bangdang-"

It was as if something had been smashed to pieces abruptly.

Then he saw a figure coming out from behind. The man was tall and strong, with his hair shaved to an inch, and a group of younger brothers surrounded him.

what happened?

Jiang Yike had doubts in his heart, he quickly ran to the classroom, and found that the classroom that was noisy before he left was now dead silent.

The wooden podium that was still intact just now had a big gap, as if someone kicked it hard from the middle, it was already crumbling.

Jiang Yike took a look and sighed, "Who kicked this?"

Really strong.

It was much stronger than the force he used when he kicked Chu Nian's table back then. It was ruthless and ferocious, as if he had a deep hatred against the table.

No one in the class answered him, so Lu Yao pointed to the only vacant seat in class F——

Now that empty seat has been thrown into a crumpled black schoolbag.

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In the cafeteria, Jiang Yike was carrying a plate and walking side by side with Lu Yao: "The school bully is so arrogant? He couldn't wait to kick the podium as soon as he arrived as a warning, can he afford the podium money?"

Lu Yao still had lingering fears: "Brother Jiang, you are not here, so I don't know how scary that person is—it doesn't matter if he is tall, but his eyes are also terrifying."

"I haven't seen him yet," Jiang Yike was very puzzled. "When I came back, he just left the classroom, and then he skipped the rest of the class in a grand manner, and no one showed up."

Huo Lan and a few other friends were still waiting in line, and only Jiang Yike and Lu Yao got their meals.

The two sat down at familiar positions with a plate, and Jiang Yike looked at the hill-like ribs on his plate happily, feeling very happy.

He suddenly remembered Chu Nian's advice, and took out a cold medicine pill from his pocket.

How did Chu Nian tell himself before, should he eat before or after meals?

... Forget it, it shouldn't matter much.

Jiang Yike poured the pills into his hands, remembering that he seemed to have drunk the water in his water bottle.

Too lazy to fill the water, Jiang Yike raised his head and asked Lu Yao: "Lu Yao, do you have any water?"

"Whoa-"

Before he finished speaking, a whole can of soda poured down from the top of his head without mercy.

Jiang Yike was splashed all over his body unexpectedly, the soda fizzed and bubbled, and dripped down along the tip of his hair, wetting a large piece of clothes.

"Hahahahahaha, long time no see." A voice sounded from behind, "Isn't this the poor bean sprouts?"

He remembered the voice.

To be precise, the original owner remembered the voice.

This voice was deeply engraved into his bones, and it was sealed up along with all the cruel and unbearable memories.

Jiang Yike thought he didn't remember.

But as soon as the voice sounded, the deepest fear in the memory suddenly boiled, and layers of scrambled to swell outward, swallowing up all reason.

Shortness of breath and increased heartbeat.

Every cell in his body was frantically screaming to escape, but his hands and feet seemed to be bound in circles, and his body froze in place, unable to move.

The wanton laughter continued behind him, and the five fingers holding the soda can crushed the body of the can, making a crisp creaking sound.

The man shook the can again, shaking out a few drops of soda, which fell on the top of his head:

"What, did you find a friend?"

Jiang Yike turned his head slowly, his black hair was wet and pressed against his cheeks, his face was covered with water marks, but his eyes were burning with fire.

Fiery and fearless.

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