C position study, God chooses the way

Linshan Middle School, Class [-] and [-] of senior high school, between classes.

During this period of time, Xiaobei, who was tortured by the "artificial mental retardation" in dialect, was almost autistic. He lazily lay down on his seat, waiting for the next class to arrive.

Some time ago, "Peak Contest" and "I Love Learning" were on the hot search together, and the wailing of countless teenage members and users was almost all confirmed by him, not only confirmed, but also a super enhanced version.

After eight o'clock in the evening, the electronic equipment around him will definitely fail, unless he is watching TV with his mother.

But his mother loves to watch the prime-time family ethics dramas of Channel [-] most of all. She watches too many dialects with his mother, and feels that her usual speech has a strange taste, so she has to give up in the end.

After three days of stalemate with that "artificial mentally handicapped" Zhong Xiaobei, he stepped into the headquarters of Yaoyao Zero, but unfortunately, he not only failed to win the other party's sympathy, he was even arrested by the old guy from the police station near Hehuatan. The policeman sent him home and had a good talk with his mother about his home education.

Expressed the expectation for the child to study hard.

Dialect: Mom, my phone is broken.

Old movie policeman: Mobile phone?What kind of mobile phone do you need as a student?Study hard... Big sister, you won't really buy a mobile phone for your kid, will you?Let me tell you, students can’t buy mobile phones, if you buy them, you’re hurting them, blah blah blah…

dialect:……

Dialect fuck: What you said is really reasonable, I understand, kid, where is your cell phone?Take it out, you see what people have said...

Dialect: My phone is broken.

Despair, now is despair.

Dialect's current mobile phone is really useless except for answering the fucking call.

You can't use your mobile phone in class, you can't use your mobile phone at school, you can't use your mobile phone after eight o'clock in the evening... When the fuck can you use your mobile phone? !

Absolutely miserable.

Now he is almost reduced to gossip with the girls at the same table, watch entertainment news and eat melons.

"what!"

an exclamation.

Fang Yan looked away weakly at his female tablemate, and asked casually because he was too bored: "What's wrong with you?"

The girl got excited and stood up immediately.

She was still holding a mobile phone in her hand, and fortunately it was recess, otherwise she would have been caught by the teacher on the spot and confiscated, and even the last bit of joy in student life in dialect would have been deprived.

I saw that the girl took a screenshot very skillfully, then opened the gallery, and processed the picture very skillfully.

"look."

In an instant, a large picture with a total loss of image quality fell on Dialect's face, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes almost turned into cocks because of this change.

"Fuck, what are you doing?"

It wasn't until he stepped back a little that he could clearly see the tall blurred face and the strange blue-green eyes of that person.

His tablemate seemed so excited that he was almost in tears.

"Did you see it? Did you see it? Are you handsome? Are you handsome?"

Dialect thought for a while, and said in a very polite manner to his co-sitmate: "Mmm, handsome."

The deskmate immediately took back his mobile phone, and suddenly said in a calm tone: "It has nothing to do with you being handsome, this is a student from No. [-] Middle School."

dialect:"……"

I'm thinking it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you.

But he just said this in his heart, if he really wanted to say it, he might be sent by this girl to the homeroom teacher for on-site physical transcendence today.

After a while, Dialect's deskmate came over and pulled him and said, "Our Anhe Appearance Association has already included this student in the 'file', don't you wonder how we found him?"

Just closing his eyes and brewing a little drowsy dialect: "...not curious."

"We knew about him before he was on 'The Strongest Student'."

Dialect was silent for a second: "I'm really not curious..."

"Are you really not curious?"

Dialect's deskmate handed her mobile phone in front of him again, her single-lidded eyes blinked, a little playful.

"Hey - I said you woman -"

The dialect voice stopped abruptly.

He stared intently at the total loss photo of the student with different pupils in Anhe No. [-] Middle School on the cell phone at the same table, and the expression on his face looked particularly ferocious.

"this person……"

The deskmate was frightened by him, and quickly withdrew her hand, fearing that Fang Yan would attack her and smash her phone.

As soon as Dialect grasped the round wrist of the tablemate, he used a little force.

"Who is he?"

The hand at the same table shook, and the phone fell to the ground. Fortunately, the back of the foot was used as a cushion, otherwise it would definitely be broken into pieces.

Dialect still remembered the man's face.

However, because the first thing he noticed in the photo was the different pupils of the person in the photo instead of his face, so he ignored this person.

He remembered seeing the candid photos of that person on Li Tao's mobile phone.

It was after Li Tao and the others came into contact with those two strange people that they were cursed to be unable to touch electronic equipment normally.

After seeing the dialect once, he never forgot the appearance of the other party.

"Who is he?"

The deskmate was scared, and a little angry because the phone was dropped.

She was so angry that she yelled at Yan Yan: "Let go! Let go!"

The students in the classroom were suddenly startled.

Seeing that it was almost time to start class, Dialect followed the other party's wishes and forced himself to suppress his anxiety: "Just tell me, just a moment... I'm just a little curious about who he is, which class An He is in, and whether he is very good at studying. good……"

The sports committee of their class saw that the situation was not right here. Dialect seemed to be bullying a little girl, so he hurried over from his seat.

It looks like it's about to pull a frame.

"Stop fighting, it's not good to fight, dialect, dialect, let go first!"

Dialect did not let go.

"I just asked her something... I didn't want to fight."

The sharp voice of the Chinese class representative who had been struggling with the dialect suddenly yelled, "Dialect! Why are you so inferior?!"

"When you were in elementary school, you messed around with other people's things, making them think they had lost their money. What? Do you still want to fight now?! Or beat girls?! Do you want to show some face?!"

This sharp and piercing high-pitched voice made Dialect's head ache.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to let go of the hand that was holding his deskmate. With an ugly expression on his face, he coldly gave the speaking Chinese class representative a cold look.

"Keep your mouth clean for me, don't think I really don't hit women."

The representative of the Chinese class was gouged out by him and flinched a bit, but she didn't back down, she felt that she was doing the right thing.

She feels she is righteous.

"What you have done is not allowed to be told by others? Look at what Yan Zhao looks like now, and what about you? If you dare to beat me, I will tell everyone what you did and let everyone come Ping Pingli, let's see what kind of person you really are!"

Dialect didn't bother to pay attention to her.

In fact, he had heard quite a few such statements.

Ever since something like that happened... hehe.

……

"Ke Han, do you think this photo is of you?"

Ke Han was dragged into the only blind corner of the big playground by them. Wen Qingqing immediately took out her mobile phone from the inner pocket of her school uniform and handed it to Ke Han.

It was a photo taken on a pedestrian street.

The boy in the photo was a little stiff, expressionless, and looked a little like walking towards the ice cream shop across the street with hands and feet.

His brows were confused, as if he had just fallen into the world for a few days.

Ke Han: "..."

Yes, this is him.

Wen Qingqing held the mobile phone and asked in a low voice, "Are you wearing colored contact lenses?"

Ke Han didn't know how to answer Wen Qingqing's question, he was actually flustered.

If everyone knew that he had different pupils and was different from others, would they...reject him?

Just like before.

"I……"

"call--"

A basketball slammed over, hitting Ke Han and the others abruptly.

"Hey! Chen He, come play!"

This is the sound of Rococo.

"Bring Ke Han here too."

This is Mu Heng's casual voice.

Chen He raised his hand as soon as he heard the sound, but his reaction was not as fast as Ke Han's. Ke Han stood up "swish" and took advantage of his half-head height to catch the basketball without letting it hit the ground or Hit someone.

Ke Han hugged the basketball and successfully escaped Wen Qingqing's question.

He escaped from the corner in three steps and two steps, and was about to throw the basketball back to Mu Heng and the others, but a hand came out halfway and abruptly snatched the basketball he was holding.

The person who stole the basketball was Chen He.

Chen He also deliberately dribbled the ball with his left and right hands in front of Ke Han.

"They told me to take you over with the ball."

Ke Han: "..."

Only Wen Qingqing and Zhang Yida were left squatting in the corner, with their mobile phones in their hands, and the interface stayed in the "I love learning" forum——[Fuck!When did such a beautiful boy appear in my Da'an River? ! 】

The autumn wind is bleak.

"I don't know how to play basketball." Ke Han smiled helplessly, with two or three points of apology in his brows and eyes, "I still—"

"Let's go." Mu Heng didn't know when he got off the basketball court, grabbed Ke Han's wrist, and dragged him into the court without any explanation.

He snatched the basketball from the unsuspecting Chen He while he was walking, and the ball fell out of his hand with a side shot, and finally fell into his hands after two or three rounds of control , still fucking spinning.

So, Mu Heng pointed at the spinning basketball with one finger, and pulled Ke Han into the basketball court by the way.

Chen He: "..."

Handsome but three seconds.

Boss!Can't you give ordinary people like us a way out? !

However, there is no revenge on the court.

Chen He was stunned for a second, and then quickly followed Mu Heng to the playground.

Ke Han struggled a bit, but couldn't break free from Mu Heng's grasp.

Mu Heng glanced at him: "Don't move around, it will be bad if you get fooled by the basketball."

Ke Han stared at Mu Heng with wide eyes.

Mu Heng casually threw the basketball to Ning Weiwei, then turned around, grabbed his right hand with one hand, and put the other hand on his waist.

"Can't play? Is there always a little bit of dribbling?"

Ke Han was not very used to being so close to people, so he moved his waist, only to be slapped lightly on the waist by Mu Heng, his legs softened suddenly, and his whole body sank an inch.

"!"

The author has something to say: [I'm split, Mr. Jinjiang tweeted the book's @wrong person. 】

[And I didn't find out about it until the person who was @wrong appeared. 】

【I might be stupid. 】