Rarely fascinated

Senior three, teaching building.

In the quiet classroom, you can hear the sound of the teacher brushing and writing on the blackboard, as well as the clear Mandarin.

Most of the people sat upright, looked up at the blackboard from time to time, and quickly copied notes in their hands. Only a boy sitting by the window raised his head, put his arms on the table and supported his chin, wandering away, not knowing what to think. What.

After a while, he looked at his watch impatiently, frowned, muttered something in his mouth, took out his phone from his schoolbag and turned it on - Xiaoxiaole.

He leaned lazily on the table in the back row, with his head down, his fine hair almost reaching his eyebrows, his slender fingers fiddled with the phone from time to time, looking from the side, he had a tall nose bridge, slender and drooping eyelashes, Thin lips, almost a template of a standard handsome guy.

After losing several games in a row, he cursed in a low voice, "Fuck." Then he stuffed his phone back into his school bag with a displeased face. The bell for the end of class just rang at this time. It's going to be annoying.He let out a long sigh of relief, and lay down on the table like a boneless mollusk.

"Wen Cun, you won't be able to attend biology class later, will you go play ball?" As soon as the teacher left, a person walked up to Wen Cun's side and asked him with blinking eyes.

Wen Cun skillfully turned the pen in his hand, nodded and said, "Let's go, who will take the ball?"

"What dog."

Wen Cun's school is the most famous high school in the city, and the class he is in is also the best class in the third grade, but none of this can change Wen Cun's "stupid" temperament in his bones, and even he alone People can drive a whole class of boys to learn scumbags—for example, sneaking to play basketball in class.

Wen Cun squinted his eyes, and finally he didn't have to listen to bastard chanting scriptures anymore, his ears were pure.He stood up and stretched, picked up his schoolbag and straddled his shoulders, and walked out of the classroom with his slender thighs.

As soon as he stepped out of the classroom door, he bumped into Old Li, the teacher in charge of the class with his magic voice.

I-fuck.

Wen Cun shouted silently in his heart, then stopped, cleared his throat and prepared to welcome the baptism of "love".

"Where are you planning to go?" Li Donglin looked at Wen Cun with displeasure, stared at him and said, "If I'm right, you probably haven't finished school now, where are you going with your schoolbag on your back? Wen Cun is not what I said You, ever since you came to this classroom, what I said is not as good as what you said. It turned out that a good class was brought into this by you, and fights and skipping classes came out. A class will be in your hands sooner or later, and you can't do it for the class in the third year of high school..."

Wen Cun picked out his ears, and agreed with a "hmmmm", a little air and... saliva entered the left ear and came out of the right ear.

Li Donglin looked at Wen Cun's posture that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and he was so angry that he said coldly, "If it weren't for your father, I don't know which school would want you."

Wen Cun's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly looked up at Li Donglin, "If it weren't for my dad, a person like you who talks like me would have been reincarnated a long time ago."

Li Donglin pointed at Wen Cun's nose, his fingers trembling with anger, "You just talk to the teacher like that? What kind of education? Let me tell you Wen Cun, I don't care what your father is capable of, just obey me honestly in my class, or else Get the hell out of here immediately, go to whichever class you like!"

Wen Cun sneered, then turned and went back to the classroom.

The few students who wanted to play ball saw Li Donglin turn around and run away immediately, Wen Cun sat back on his seat with an irritable expression on his face, and took a deep breath.

I really don't know what kind of position it's not his class to check.

back a little.

Li Donglin's complexion was also not very good. After holding back for a while, he walked to the podium and said loudly, "This afternoon, there will be a transfer student from School A in our class. School A is a well-known university in the country. I hope that all the students in our class can do well." Say, don’t let students from other schools come and watch us make jokes.” After finishing speaking, he glanced at Wen Cun intentionally or unintentionally, “Especially some students, they dare not openly violate school rules and regulations, and there are a lot of bad intentions behind their backs , all restrained."

Wen Cun acted as if he didn't hear it, and stuck to the table limply all the time.

The bullshit transferred to a student, he couldn't even hit the ball, and he was scolded by the old Li, really upset.

After Lao Li left, the biology teacher came in from the door in an instant, and it seemed that he had been waiting at the door for a while.

The people who were about to play just now gathered around the warm table and asked in fear, "Hey brother, are you okay, old man Li scolded you?"

"Get out." Wen Cun buried his face in his arms, obviously in a bad mood, exuding the aura of "don't let strangers in".

If it weren't for your dad.

He didn't know how many times he had heard this sentence since he was a child.

This is what Wen Cun doesn't want to hear the most right now, and it's the one that blows up when he hears it.

If it weren't for his father, he wouldn't be so anxious and bored now, he would have his own plans and plans, instead of being forced to take a path that is not suitable for him at all, as if without his father, he would be with him. Like a wretch, what a fuck.

The teacher in the biology class didn't listen to a single word of what Wen Cun said. After playing Xiaoxiaole for a while and failing to pass a level, Wen Cun rubbed his hair and came to a conclusion - when he was in a bad mood Can't play match [-] games.

A series of troubles ran past his head like a running train.

fret blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.

When Wen Cun was finally about to fall asleep, the bell rang for the last class in the morning.

Before the teacher could go out, he opened the door with his schoolbag and strode away.

A group of gentle little fans followed him behind his buttocks, and asked flatteringly, "Brother, what do you want for lunch today, I'll go get some food."

When it comes to food, the gentle anger has dropped a little bit, and the anger is the anger, and the rice is still eaten. After all, one of the most wonderful things in the world is to eat. He thought for a while, "Stir-fried shrimp and coke chicken wings, Help me get a bottle of water, and you can just order the rest of the dishes."

His gentle family background, his natural fighting system and his almost flawless face make him the one who is always surrounded no matter where he goes. Fans of brothers and sisters have circled the world twice. Speaking of in B No one knows the name Wen Cun.

After eating a big meal, Wen Cun felt that his mood was much better, because it was summer, and the lunch break was relatively long. He went back to the dormitory to take a nap before returning to the classroom. Before he reached the door of the teaching building, he watched When I arrived, a big Land Rover was parked downstairs, and a big Benz followed behind.

He raised his eyebrows, crossed his chest and looked at the people who got out of the car.

A white and thin boy opened the rear door, moved a suitcase down, put it beside him, and then stood quietly waiting for the people in the car to get off.

boy.

Seeing that person, Wen Cun's first reaction was this.

Although he is not short - he can even be said to be very tall, but his body is thin, his exposed arms and legs are as thin as a stick, and his waist is also... thin... but his buttocks are quite upturned, cough, tenderness He opened his eyes, turned and went upstairs.

"Zhi Yuan, stay well at school."

Wen Cun has gone far away, and only vaguely heard this sentence.

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