no way

Sixth Middle School started a tireless day in the face of the bright morning sun.

There was a thin, tall physics teacher standing on the platform of the second class of science. He was spraying saliva with his mouth open, and his throat was split into eight forks: "If you don't write the equation, don't analyze it! If you don't analyze it, don't find a partner." ! Don’t study physics if you don’t find a partner!”

There was a burst of laughter immediately below, and there were a few young boys who were fooling around, their eyelids stretched horizontally like three cats and beasts, and they whistled a few times in a high-profile manner.

"Quiet me!" The physics teacher tapped on the blackboard, "I'm talking about the analysis object in the question! You all don't learn well!..."

He continued to swear, and while swearing, he taught Lorentz force and the difference between left and right hands at the same time.

Zhang Cong gently opened the back door of the classroom, and Tang Fuxing's shitty clothes were hung on his shoulders. With his schoolbag on one shoulder, he walked to the last row of empty seats.

"Zhang Cong!" The physics teacher threw a piece of chalk at him unceremoniously.

Zhang Cong didn't even raise his eyes. He turned his head slightly, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the chalk in his hand. His fingers snapped off with a bang.

Physics teacher: "... Zhang Cong, why did you come to class!"

Zhang Cong glanced at him and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Physics teacher: "..."

Zhang Cong's smile made it clear - he would definitely not explain why, and asked the teacher not to ask any more.

The physics teacher immediately criticized him, but the teacher himself knew it was useless.Zhang Cong came late and left early as usual, relying on his grades to do his best.Even looking for the parents is fruitless, yes, Zhang Hanma doesn't care about this matter.

There are chattering sounds down there, especially from girls.Zhang Cong was scolded, and sat down with a stern face. He didn't quite understand that he just picked up a piece of chalk. What is there to talk about?There were even girls who snickered and said he was "so handsome".

Girls nowadays don't know what they think, is it cool to be chalked up by the teacher?

Zhang Cong threw the chalk on the ground, crushed it into powder with his toes, successfully polluted a piece of pure land, and then slowly took out the physics book.He looked up at the blackboard, pondered for a while, and turned to the page he was talking about.

The episode passed quickly, and the physics teacher continued to spit on it.Zhang Cong listened with his ears and occasionally looked up.

He felt it from the moment he entered the door, Huang Liang kept staring at him.It's also a coincidence.Zhang Cong and Huang Liang are in the same class.But Huang Liang looked at him with interesting eyes.

Just look at Huang Liang's virtue, but you can feel it by looking at the yellow hair on the top of his head. He got a bloody nose when he was beaten by Zhang Cong, so he must not let it go.It's normal to stare at Zhang Cong, but what's abnormal is...

Zhang Cong turned to look at Huang Liang.

Huang Liang frowned, looking at him hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something to him.

Zhang Cong: "..."

He was surprised, this is definitely not looking for revenge.

Just when Zhang Cong couldn't figure it out, the person in front took advantage of the teacher's writing on the blackboard and turned around and threw him a note.

Zhang Cong glanced at the back of the head of the seat in front, and slowly unfolded the note.

It's a girl's handwriting, which looks very delicate, and it says: Zhang Cong, I know it was Liu Enming from the third class who asked you to beat Huang Liang. I told Huang Liang, can you stop making trouble with Huang Liang?

Zhang Cong frowned. It seems that this note should have been written by the girl who made Liu Enming provoke a green hair.

what do you say that is?It seems that I am in the same class as myself.

I really don't blame Zhang Cong.Zhang Cong often skipped classes and did his own way. He came to school to listen to lectures, and left after listening.He seldom pays attention to the people in the class, and he seldom speaks at ordinary times.Whoever dislikes him or whom he dislikes, he will beat them directly, and beat them repeatedly.

It was probably because Zhang Cong was so indifferent and not easy to provoke, that he was dubbed a "very capable" school bully.

Zhang Cong glanced at the inscription under the note again, the name was thoughtfully written on it: Zou Yao.

Not impressed.

Zhang Cong looked up and looked around the class. Sure enough, there was a very quiet girl looking at him anxiously by the wall.

Zhang Cong folded the note twice, threw it into the seat, ignored it, and continued listening to the class.

The last section of the physics class in the morning.When school was over at noon, Huang Liang stood up immediately. Zhang Cong knew that he was coming, so he wanted to sit and wait, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Tang Fuxing standing at the back door, holding his fat head Drill into the door.

"..." Zhang Cong stood up, put the book in his bag, hung it on his shoulder and walked out.

Zou Yao immediately stood in front of him and said anxiously, "Zhang Cong! Huang Liang can't beat you! Don't!"

"Who the hell said I couldn't beat him!" Huang Liang groaned immediately after hearing what his girlfriend said.

Zou Yao saw that Huang Liang was going to charge upwards, and immediately turned around and pushed Huang Liang, but she was too busy, and it was very difficult for her small body to look at it: "How did you promise me!"

Many students around were not even in a hurry to eat, so they stopped there to watch the excitement.

Just kidding, you have to know that this is Zhang Cong, a rare person like Zhang Cong, who has never seen his head and tail, has actually been involved in a love triangle dispute.

However, Zhang Cong was extremely puzzled. He turned his head and glanced at the people in the class. Everyone immediately dispersed and rushed out from the front door.

Tang Fuxing, who watched the whole process, had to sigh with emotion: "Zhang Cong's deterrent power is really good."

"Get out of the way." Zhang Cong spoke, frowning at a pair of brain-dead couples standing in front of him, "I want to go out, you are blocking the way."

Huang Liang, who was fighting with all his strength, said, "..."

Zou Yao, who is doing his best to stop the fight: "..."

Zhang Cong clicked his tongue, pushed Huang Liang, and waved to Tang Fuxing: "Go out. Close the door."

"...Oh." Tang Fuxing glanced at Huang Liang and said, "Call me if you need anything."

"No need." Zhang Cong fumbled for the cigarette case from his pocket, and skillfully shook out one and put it in his mouth, but he didn't light it, he just bit it.

"What do you want to do, tell me." Zhang Cong asked.

"Liu Enming asked you to hit me?" Huang Liang said, blocking Zou Yao behind him.

"Yeah." Zhang Cong had a cigarette in his mouth, and his words were a little vague, "He said you gave him green. Let me clean you up."

"You agreed?" Huang Liang glared sharply, "Yao Yao broke up with him last semester! You're a fool! You want to eat swan meat! It's good if I didn't beat him!"

Zhang Cong was too lazy to sort out the plot with him, so he just said, "What do you want to do? I have something else to do."

This obviously meant a quick fix.

Huang Liang was silent for a while, then pushed Zou Yao: "Get out."

"Huang Liang..."

"Get out." Huang Liang comforted, "Don't worry, I promised you not to cause trouble."

After Zou Yao went out, Huang Liang said to Zhang Cong again: "I've always been able to tell the difference. You have nothing to do with me, so I won't mess with you."

Huang Liang: "But I have a relationship with Liu Enming."

He rubbed his nose, and there was obviously a bruise on the bridge of his nose: "I will give you whatever benefits Liu Enming gave you."

Zhang Cong smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, what an honor, he was regarded as a professional fighter.

"Money." Zhang Cong said.

"What the hell?" Huang Liang was stunned, he never expected it to be like this.He thought about it all morning, and thought that Zhang Cong had something to do with Liu Enming, but he didn't dare to ask.After a long time of trouble, it is true that money can turn ghosts around.

"No problem." Huang Liang slapped his hands, "This is the amount. I will give you all the New Year's money."

Huang Liang: "You heard it too, I promised Yao Yao, it's not convenient for me to make a move."

"Your brain is not well developed. Is your brain as big as a toe?" Zhang Cong said, "Liu Enming asked me to beat you with the front foot, and I will beat Liu Enming with the back foot? Even a beast can figure out that it is you... .”

Zhang Cong paused for less than a second, then smiled softly: "Bring a murderer to beat someone."

Huang Liang: "..."

Huang Liang frowned: "I didn't let you show up, anyway, you can find a way to beat him up, or scare him, but tell him to be honest anyway."

Zhang Cong thought about it and nodded, "Okay."

After negotiating a fistful of business, Zhang Cong came out of the teaching building, and Tang Fuxing had been standing at the school gate waiting for him.Seeing him, he covered his face and asked, "What's going on? That grandson..."

"It's okay." Zhang Cong sighed, "Don't ask me nonsense, what do you have to do with these things?"

Tang Fuxing pouted, sighed and followed him: "Yes, I have nothing to do with these things."

He glanced at the schoolbag on Zhang Cong's body: "Aren't you coming back this afternoon?"

"Yeah." Zhang Cong paused, "I found a new job."

"What are you doing?" Tang Fuxing asked immediately, "Is it reliable?"

Look at his stupid mouth asking.Zhang Cong is not yet eighteen, what reliable job can he use?

Zhang Cong didn't speak, and looked at Tang Fuxing coldly with sideways eyes.

"Hey, I see, it has nothing to do with me." Tang Fuxing said again, "Then go eat. What to eat?"

"Drink porridge." Zhang Cong said.

"Ah?" Tang Fuxing was taken aback.

"Drink porridge." Zhang Cong repeated, reaching out to rub his stomach.

Tang Fuxing had good eyesight, so Pidianpidian asked, "Are you feeling sick to your stomach?"

"No." Zhang Cong spit the unlit cigarette into the trash can, "By the way, bring a bowl for the old man."

"Oh, okay." Tang Fuxing walked down side by side with Zhang Cong, "I know there is a porridge shop, it's very delicious."

Tang Fuxing can't do anything, but the No.1 eater, a reincarnated guy with a face full of flesh, has grown a human miracle. ——As long as eating is mentioned, he will automatically find his way like a humanoid navigator, and the taste is definitely not wrong.

Zhang Cong's stomach has been empty for too long, and he didn't drink too much, just a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge.He left after drinking, and he didn't have to wait for Tang Fuxing's snorting gluttony.

After packing a bowl of porridge and putting it in an insulated plastic box, Zhang Cong went to the hospital immediately.

It's cold, hurry up, or the porridge won't be hot.

But Zhang Cong still didn't take a taxi. He took a small road and ran with his legs.With his pace, running for 10 minutes is almost enough.

The sun at noon is obviously warmer, and the snow on the street has basically melted, and the puddles are mixed with the water.Zhang Cong ran carelessly, and black mud was splashed on the trouser legs of his school uniform.

This path leads directly to the garden behind the hospital.It's cold now, otherwise many patients would be supported by others, or they would come out in wheelchairs to let the air out.

Zhang Cong went straight to the building without slowing down. He had just stepped up the stairs, and before he could raise his head, he bumped his head into a strong chest, and his face was full of warmth and soreness.

"Fuck!" Zhang Cong only had time to curse, the porridge in his hand was knocked over, his feet slipped, and he was about to fall backwards!

At this moment, his wrist was tightly strangled.Zhang Cong felt like a chicken cub, being picked up so violently by the other party that his wrists were numb.

Before he could stand firmly on his feet, he heard the man on the other side yelling fiercely: "Re-education prisoner, are you rushing to reincarnate? Do you need to let the morgue make a bed for you!"

Yan Jianghe's temper is particularly bad now, and he belongs to the kind where the gun primer is already in place, and he is so short of a matchstick.

The hot porridge in Zhang Cong's hand just now flew out of the collision, and when he saw that he was about to pounce on Zhang Cong's "re-education prisoner" face, Yan Jianghe reacted quickly, except to drag him up to prevent him from rushing into the emergency room with his head , and at the same time stretched out the other arm to block it.

So now, the sleeves of Yan Jianghe's coat are dripping with white porridge, and it is still steaming, steaming upwards.