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This. He. Mom. Talent. Is. Really. School. Bully. Okay.

Han Shen took two steps forward, and when he heard the driver calling him behind him, he kicked the curb and fell back.

Don't talk about length with SB.

Several buddies on WeChat got home and got their phones.

【-Are you still used to it? How is the surrounding environment of the school? 】

For the poor group, Han Shenxin said, the group leader who fell from the sky could have caught every black Internet cafe in the last time.

The leader of the arresting group is also killing the society.

Back at the villa, Han Shen just sat down on the sofa, when Shen Lan came in from the outside in a black dress, her high heels thumped, and she suddenly groaned: "This place is so slippery, why the hell hasn't it been fixed?"

"Miss, be careful." The servant hurried up to support her.

Shen Lan blocked it with her leather bag, and when she saw Han Shen's attire, she rolled her eyes: "I don't think you should enter this door. You should have a place in the will-o'-the-wisp youth group that drives small electric donkeys on the street."

Han Shen ignored her sarcasm: "Not handsome?"

"Don't make trouble for Mom." When she was still in the meeting, she received Qin Ying's text message complaining. Shen Lan, while busy, said earnestly, "The branch office just moved here has a lot of things to deal with, and your dad is busy all day long. You can't even see the shadow, don't make things up, let me and your father worry about it."

It’s okay not to mention, only then did Han Shen remember that today was the first time this week that he met the two elite parents who were busy with everything and kept their feet off the ground.

"Adding confusion? My thoughts were clear from the beginning."

"Yes, but it's hard to think about it for parents?"

"It's hard."

"You're not three years older than two years younger—"

"It's hard to be a hundred years old."

Shen Lan was a little speechless.

About a month ago, the Han family suddenly got into trouble and had to move here.

And Han Shen has always shown no pickiness or nostalgia for the residence in the past, but he didn't expect that this time the move would cause such a big disturbance.

For example, with the three crimes that the teacher sued just now, dyeing his hair, skipping classes, and messing around in Internet cafes, I don't know what he will do next.

This once again made Shen Lan understand the fact that Han Shen is not a person who can express love, and only when he was taken away did he know how tightly he held it at first.

Han Shen went upstairs and saw Yan Xin@his news.

There are a lot of food and entertainment places at the school gate of Yuanchong No. [-] Middle School. A school feeds thousands of people outside the school. Every evening, a group of people gather at the school gate to play ball and have barbecue. Now these people gather around the barbecue stand The meat forest in the wine pool, and the breath from the oily mouth all have the smell of ginger and garlic.

Han Shen moved the phone forward by a large inch before clicking on the video.

"Ms. Jiang asked about you in class today, worried that you would transfer to the attached middle school to study and not get used to life. Brother, let's talk a little bit, so we can rest assured."

There is nothing to say, the only thing to mention is the new deskmate: "There is a fairy in the class who can get full marks in the composition, and now I am at the same desk."

"It's so cute?"

"This man has a nickname—"

Sage in white.

Han Shen suddenly fell silent.

Toxic, is this school so powerful in brainwashing?It's only been a day that I also called out together?

"What's your nickname?"

Han Shen casually said his name.

"Chen Chen, Chen Chen." Yan Xin seemed to think of something suddenly, "——this is unfortunate! Lao Jiang asked us to submit two study notes every week, and said that he had seen the name Chen Chen!"

Everyone usually writes this homework very perfunctorily, and some even take excerpts from Chinese textbooks. Only Yan Xin is often reprimanded by Lao Jiang every time he finds some articles of different genres on a whim, but occasionally one or two catches his eye.

Han Shen's eyelids twitched, feeling a bad premonition.

"Excellent reading of lyrical prose, "Autumn in the Affiliated Middle School", written by Chen Chen, Class 1, Grade [-] of the Affiliated High School of Chengda University. I studied Chinese early today and memorized half a class—"

Yan Xin coughed twice, and began to read aloud while feeling sad.

After listening to a few sentences, Han Shen directly turned off the speaker.

This sage in white has such a strong presence.

The attached middle school will randomly check the students wearing school uniforms and carrying mobile phones at the school gate every three to five times. The subjects are random, and the school gate will be closed 5 minutes before the morning self-study.

When Han Shen first arrived, he didn't understand the magical closing time of the attached high school. The next morning, when he saw the folding school gate slowly closing under his nose, his head got hot, and he opened the door and turned over. He happened to be caught by the dean Zhou Anshi, who was about to call it a day.

Seeing that he seemed about to leave, Zhou Anshi said, "...you stop!"

Han Shen didn't have the patience to deal with him: "Teacher, I'm going to be late."

"You...didn't you ask for being late? Your hair, your clothes! Are you here to study or participate in a beauty pageant? Look at what you're wearing, with heavy makeup and colorful colors!"

He trained very vigorously, but when he heard Han Shen's class, he immediately fell silent.

In class 1, the whole school is in charge, and the class teachers are fiercer than each other. Not to mention the dean, the principal dares to scold them.

"...Okay, didn't you know the school rules when you first came here? Xiao Qin didn't tell you? Come here!"

After receiving it under a bulletin board in the teaching building, he admired it and said: "This is the standard dress and hairstyle for high school students. Take a good look at what it means to be young and youthful!"

A poster divided into upper and lower columns, divided into three panels, full body photo, half body photo, profile photo.

Chen Chen was dressed in a white school uniform, standing under a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the school, with an expressionless sage pattern on his face.

The lower column reads "Standard Hairstyle for High School Students Affiliated to Chengda University".

——It was also a column of three grids, but it became a photo of Chen Chen's front face, side face, and back of his head.

In the photo, the boy's hair is cut short, his facial features are regular, his peach blossom eyes are slightly narrowed, and he almost stamped "I am a top student" and "I am very good" on his face.

Han Shen: "...".

Why not change the name of Chengda High School to Chenchen High School?

Sages are everywhere.

The sage in white who was slandered by him was bowing his head on the podium.

Chen Chen is tall, his back is arched a little lazily at this time, half of his thin wrist is exposed under his school uniform, half of his phalanx is broken inward with the chalk between his fingers, his facial features are cast with warm shadows by the morning light, and he is staring sideways at the door.

As beautiful as a painting.

In the past few days, the classmates have been impacted by the cool boy Han Shen. They are bored and start to compare-whether the handsome brother Chen is better than the new classmates.

Now Chen Chen's fans and fans just want to say: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! ! !

After waiting for 2 minutes after the morning self-study bell rang, Chen Chen walked to the lower left corner of the blackboard and wrote two words one stroke at a time in the "late" column.

——Han Shen.

But as soon as he finished writing, the party came in through the back door.

Han Shen's attire fully demonstrated what it means for a man to flirt, and there is nothing wrong with a woman. The big red T-shirt was printed with Van Gogh's withered sunflower half back, and a few strands of white hair were faintly exposed under the black baseball cap, making his eyebrows and eyes extremely cold and indifferent , and scanned the entire classroom, as if looking for someone, but there was no one in his eyes.

Until Chen Chen was located.

Turning his head to the side, he obviously also saw the regular script with iron and silver hooks on the "late column" and the chalk between Chen Chen's fingers.

"..."

Han Shen's complexion was not good at first, but now it is even worse.

The good life in the attached middle school starts from being dominated by the same table.

Han Shen lay down and fell asleep for a while, and when he was woken up by the poke, he scolded directly: "You're annoying, are you fucking annoying!"

Chen Chen said quietly: "Turn back."

Lao Qin's hypocritical face is close at hand.

"Han Shen, are you feeling unwell? Why did you fall asleep after self-study early?"

"..."

The students at the front and back desks began to tremble, and the reading volume obviously doubled.Someone still pricked up their ears and heard Han Shen say a word clearly.

"Sleepy."

"Come to the office with me!" Lao Qin has been teaching for so many years, and he is so confident when he is sleeping for the first time: "Why are you sleepy? You used to study early at this time in high school, right? Did you study?" What are you not used to? Tell the teacher, the teacher can help you."

Han Shen stared at the wall, and suddenly found a photo of Chen Chen holding the trophy and Lao Qin on the wall of honor.

...Will the sage in white be finished?

The world will not be better.

"The school is pretty good." Under pressure, Han Shen had to make a statement.

Lao Qin watched his words and looked at his casual expression. He knew that things were not easy to understand. The teacher and the students also needed a break-in period. She was still in the stage of being a good teacher who was a good teacher. She shook her hand, "The teacher said you are for your own good. , For example, if you climbed over the wall yesterday, if you got pierced in some important part of your body, wouldn't this delay your life and regret it for the rest of your life?"

Han Shen: "..."

"Go back to the classroom and study, and find time to dye your hair back."

Han Shen didn't care about this suggestion, and didn't care at all.

Until the afternoon when another dean put him under Chen Chen's photo.

Absolutely.

The tricolor lights in the remote alleys hang on the second floor, the blue stripes are no longer on, and only the red and white lights are left turning around like dilapidated old waterwheels.

Han Shen looked up at the three large characters on the billboard.

"One cut beauty".

Walking in, the yellowish poster in front of you is pasted with the popular perm dyeing at the beginning of this century, the red lips of the model are faded, but the hairstyle is still firm——

"No more chic".

In the evening, Han Shen asked Chen Chen how he could get the same haircut as him. Chen Chen was taken aback and brought him here.

Han Shen held back for a while, but couldn't help it: "What misunderstanding do you have about my aesthetics?"

"The style of this store is relatively retro. It has been open for more than ten years. The students who have sold it under their hands are no less than four figures, and the quality is guaranteed."

Why doesn't Han Shen believe it?

After three reminders, please sit down: "Turn your hair back to black, don't cut it too short, you can figure out other things."

After playing two or three WeChat mini-games, I realized that the fader was scratching the back of my head: "Why?"

"Don't worry, I just shaved some hair."

Han Shen stared at the mirror for a while, and when he saw Mr. Tony handing him hair gel for styling, he suddenly reacted.

late.

A thin layer was shaved on the side of the ears, but the hair on the top was not cut. It stood straight up, rushing forward in a rocket shape, with one head tilted, and two arcs were carved on the back of the head, cutting behind the ears.

The hairdresser was very pleased: "Brother, do you think this hairstyle is chic?"

This is the hairstyle of the new study.

A good horse has a good saddle.

Today, I saw that the customer was so handsome, so I cut it.