C position study, God chooses the way

In the dark tree-shaded environment, it was extremely condensed.

Mu Heng raised his eyelids and glanced at the group of young people who seemed to be blocking him and Mu Heng - Linshan Middle School.

This group of people seemed a little familiar.

His eyeballs moved, and finally fell on the unconscious Ke Han.

"What do you want for supper?"

dialect:"……"

These two Anhe No. [-] Middle School students seemed a little different.

Specifically, how the method is different, they will soon know.

In fact, Ke Han was not completely unaware of the young people standing beside him.

After all, his sensitivity to malice is still very strong.

However, probably because the comfortable life in the country basically let his guard down, he didn't pay much attention to those people.

Especially for the abnormal pupil with white to transparent skin.

The young people with unhealthy youthful atmosphere watched Ke Han and Mu Heng discuss what to eat for supper tonight, and almost left completely.

Li Tao couldn't hold back, rushed out, stopped in front of them, and shouted: "Hey!"

Reluctantly, Fang Yan followed Li Tao under the street lights, not covered by the shade of the trees, which made his face look a little paler.

Mu Heng turned his head and said with a smile: "My friend, be polite and don't address others with 'Hi'."

Li Tao: "..."

Who the hell is being polite to you? !

We are bad!Bad boy, do you understand? !

It's the kind of delinquent boy who will hit you with a punch!

Zhao Jinglei, who has the worst temper among all the people, rushed out because of Mu Heng's words.

He punched Mu Heng in front of him.

With the inherent momentum of a young man, that punch viciously hit the smiling Mu Heng.

Under the street light, Mu Heng's originally bright eyes looked a little cold because of his slight squinting, making it difficult to see the emotions inside.

"Snapped."

Zhao Jinglei's body could no longer advance an inch.

A gust of wind.

Mu Heng unhurriedly handed the schoolbag he was carrying on one shoulder to Ke Han.

Ke Han: "Want to help?"

Mu Heng looked back and smiled: "It's okay, a small scene."

Zhao Jinglei's hand was still lightly held by Mu Heng, and a golden sycamore leaf with wormholes fell down from the street lamp above his head.

Mu Heng: "I don't know why you are looking for me."

He paused: "But it's not important."

"If you have to fight to be able to sit down and talk peacefully, so be it."

Li Tao: "..."

After being let out by a good boy, they are regarded as bad students, and it seems that they shouldn't stop fighting.

However, the short words of this person, his indifferent words and deeds, all these made their fighting behavior seem to be mentally handicapped.

In order to defend their bad dignity, they still fought with Mu Heng.

Ke Han found a place, blew off the dust on it, reached out and patted it, and finally sat down.

He rested his chin on his hands watching the play, probably more serious than attending class.

Dialect: "...um!"

He was punched in the face by Mu Heng!

What did he do to him? !

He just stood next to Li Tao, will he be beaten in the end? !

Dialect suddenly sobered up.

He realized that he should be here to solve the problem, not to create it.

Although they are bad boys, they still have to be reasonable.

Of course, the most important thing is that the dialect has come back to life, and he feels that even if they add up, they may not be able to beat "Mu Heng".

He had heard the name "Mu Heng" before, and he seemed to have heard it from some elementary school classmate.

……

In the 24-hour milk tea shop, there was a noisy sound of moving tables and chairs.

After being beaten up by Mu Heng, Li Tao and the others, who became obedient, took the initiative to move chairs and sat at the same table with Mu Heng.

"Brother, just let us go."

Li Tao talked a lot, so he spoke first.

The faces of several unscrupulous boys were slightly bruised from the beating, and they looked at Mu Heng helplessly.

Only dialect, he stared at Ke Han.

"you……"

Ke Han took two cups of milk tea from the clerk, and handed one of them to Mu Heng.

Save another glass for yourself.

"Snapped!"

He vigorously poked open the lid of the milk tea, biting the straw to watch the delinquent boys chatting with Mu Heng.

These delinquents looked very different from the delinquents he had met before.

They have a sense of gentleness in the early stages of civilization.

It's not the same as those delinquent teenagers Ke Han once met in the West Eighth District.

Dialect lay lazily in the corner of the table, watching Ke Han drinking milk tea.

He wanted to drink too, but he had no money.

Ke Han's eyes finally met his, and there was not much content to be seen in those eyes wearing colored contact lenses.

Probably unfathomable.

Dialect was thinking wildly, but before he fell asleep, someone poked his shoulder.

Ke Han didn't know when he left his seat and ran to the counter to order a cup of ordinary pearl hot milk tea for each of them.

"drink."

Mu Heng did not make any other actions because of Ke Han's behavior.

He just waited quietly for Li Tao to sort out his words and tell him what they were here for.

Although, after such a long period of memory, he has basically remembered what relationship he has with this group of villains.

Li Tao whispered to his friend a few times, and finally came to a conclusion: "That... this student from Anhe No. [-] Middle School, we hope you can release the special binding status of 'I love learning' on our mobile phone."

The smile on Mu Heng's face remained unchanged.

He said: "Why do you think it's me? I'm just an ordinary high school student."

The atmosphere suddenly suffocated.

Facing Mu Heng's smiling face, Li Tao felt in a daze that he was the investee and was accepting "smiling" inquiries from angel investors.

"We...we..."

He suddenly found that all language seemed to be pale in front of this "good guy" from Anhe No. [-] Middle School.

Or it may be that their group of poor Chinese is so poor that they can't even find a suitable negotiation topic.

Mu Heng: "Please be tough, you are the bad boys."

Li Tao: "Okay, okay."

"..."

Brother, why do you agree? !

Mu Heng was amused by this group of unscrupulous villains.

I saw him handing his milk tea to Ke Han, Ke Han poked the straw for him tacitly, and then handed it back to him.

"hiss--"

Mu Heng took a sip of milk tea.

The cold sweat on Li Tao's forehead immediately came down.

Not right.

This is not right.

Who did they provoke?

When they met last time, these two people didn't seem to be as arrogant as they are now.

He also didn't know that Mu Heng was once the number one delinquent in Tiange Guangming Middle School. If he knew, he probably understood what he was afraid of.

The delinquents in Guangming Middle School are different from ordinary delinquent teenagers. Those people will really mess around. The Education Management Office has been sitting there for countless times, and it's like going home when they go in.

In the end, the dialect is more difficult.

He siphoned it in one gulp, swallowed it in a storm, and drank half a cup of milk tea directly.

After putting down the milk tea cup, Fang Yan raised his head and said to Mu Heng, "We all know this matter well."

"Compared to solving this matter, I am more curious why you are doing this to us."

Mu Heng smiled: "Do you need a reason to love learning?"

Dialect: "Need it, why not?"

The two looked at each other, as if they discovered some of their own characteristics from each other at the same time.

"You have no reason to force an unrelated person to do something, no matter whether it is a good thing for that person or not." The dialect is reasoning.

Li Tao and the others saw that the dialect was being reasonable, and they nodded in agreement, expressing their absolute agreement.

Mu Heng took out his cell phone.

He said: "But, do you think the powerful will reason with you?"

Dialect realized that he might not be able to achieve his goal today, so he had to turn his face away and look at Ke Han who was biting his straw: "If I'm not mistaken, the abnormal pupil next to you should be a contestant of 'The Strongest Xueba' Contestant? On behalf of Anhe No. [-] Middle School?"

Sound east and west?

Mu Heng narrowed his eyes, not knowing the inner meaning of the sudden change of topic in the dialect.

Some of Li Tao didn't understand.

But after all, they have been friends with Dialect for many years, and at least they know each other well, and they know exactly how many moles there are on their buttocks.

This trust is still there.

Fang Yan's eyes suddenly showed a soft fragility, and he took a deep breath before he stabilized his emotions: "Yan Zhao is also in your school, right? Why didn't he represent Anhe No. [-] Middle School to participate in the 'Strongest Scholar'?" ?”

Mu Heng: "Yan Zhao? Who is this?"

Ke Han let go of the mouth that was biting the straw, and reminded from the side: "It's the second one you've been bullying."

Mu Heng: "No, no, don't say 'bullying', I'm just training him."

Dialect looked at the two people singing together in surprise.

"You... don't you think Yan Zhao is very powerful?"

Mu Heng sneered.

"Don't you think I'm amazing?"

Dialect: "What's so good about you? Did you get the first place in the exam or is the teacher convinced of you?"

Ke Han: "Both."

Mu Heng: "Yes."

dialect:"……"

He silently fetched his cup of milk tea, and had to take a big sip first to suppress his shock.

"Are you serious?"

Mu Heng: "Why should I lie to you?"

Hearing this, Li Tao was immediately dissatisfied: "Last time, you lied to people that you were tutors!"

Mu Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, probably because he didn't expect that these bad boys like paramecium still remembered what he said casually.

But that's not a surprise either.

"Since you want us to fulfill our responsibilities as tutors, then come."

As Mu Heng said, he sent a text message to Chu Baiyue on his mobile phone, asking her to inform the people in the "We don't know anything" group to prepare to welcome some new group members who "have certain symptoms of learning disabilities".

"Add to this group."

Before he took out his mobile phone, he heard a sentence from the dialect: "You stole so many things from Yan Zhao, aren't you afraid that he will retaliate against you?"

Dialect's expression was a little sad.

He reluctantly held up a little smile, handed his mobile phone to Ke Han and Mu Heng, and said to them: "Look."

[Is there anyone to take care of this pretender?Is the bottom one of the [-]th Jiangnan School also worthy of the title of "Student Master"?Who let him get into the "Strongest Scholar" competition?This is the legendary - vomit. 】