Do not provoke

"It's fine to be late! How dare you climb over the wall! Ah?! Are you ignoring the order of the school?! Recently, the city just issued a document to evaluate the excellent campus! You two top students gave me such an excellent method?!"

The dean was so angry that he walked around the two of them with his hands behind his back, pointing at them with one hand and pointing up and down: "I've heard from the security guard that someone who is late will climb over the wall! I have been squatting for a few days, I didn't expect that! Catch is two big fish!"

Tang Dayu secretly thought it was bad luck.

As soon as he frowned, he was caught straight by the dean and glared at him: "What are you winking Tang Xingbei! Don't think I don't know, you're the only one with a lot of skin! The school that happened last summer is still here with me." It’s time for the file! Go honestly this year and finish the college entrance examination, and if anything happens, I won’t be able to catch you!”

Tang Xingbei responded wearily: "Understood."

Fang Lin looked at him thoughtfully.

"And you!" The dean turned around and shifted his target, glaring at Fang Lin, "What's the matter with you? Ah? Did you learn something wrong with Tang Xingbei or something?"

Fang Lin didn't speak, frowned and took a step back, away from his spittle.

"What kind of attitude!" The dean was so angry that he took out his mobile phone at that time, "Tell me your parents' phone number! I have to call them today!"

Tang Xingbei subconsciously helped to excuse: "There is no one in his family."

"How do you know if there is anyone in his family?! Are you his elder brother or his younger brother!" Even though the air conditioner was on, the teaching director was still so angry that his cheeks were sweating.

After he finished cursing, he reached for the phone in his pocket.

Tang Xingbei paused, and said very seriously: "I am his brother."

"..." The dean stopped talking, and suddenly became angry, "Why are you talking so nonsense!"

He stared: "Shut up! You'll have to clean up later!"

After he finished warning, he simply ignored Tang Xingbei, tapped the dial button on his phone, and handed it to Fang Lin: "Dial the number yourself!"

Fang Lin didn't answer, and looked up at him with a cold expression: "There is really no one in my house."

"Where are your parents?!" The dean felt his lungs burst into flames.

"They're all dead." Fang Lin's tone remained calm.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, only the whine of the air conditioner could be heard.

The dean was dumbfounded. After holding back for a long time, he took his phone back and said, "That's fine, then I won't make any calls."

He looked at Tang Xingbei again, frowning: "Call your dad tomorrow!"

Tang Xingbei also said coldly: "I'm on a business trip, you can call me whatever you want. If he can come back, I will recognize you as my father."

Dean:"……"

I don't want you son of a bitch!

But he also knew about the situation at Tang Xingbei's house, and knew that what this man said was true, so he became even more angry, and walked around the room twice with his arms akimbo.

While impotent and furious, he felt that verbal punishment alone was too aggrieved, so he immediately decided: "You two! Go up to review after the flag is raised tomorrow! Two thousand words per person! After the review, you will be punished for a week of sweeping the playground and then pick up again. A week!"

Tang Xingbei & Fang Lin: "..."

After venting his anger, the dean felt better, and snorted through his collar: "Wait here for your head teacher to lead you!"

After speaking, he turned around with his hands behind his back, closed the door with a bang and went out.

When the people went out, Tang Xingbei casually dragged a chair and sat down, brushed his hair irritably, and kicked the armchair next to him: "It's really bad luck."

Fang Lin didn't speak, just glanced at him.

Tang Xingbei felt a little embarrassed when he was the one who tricked him, but he felt awkward apologizing, so he turned his eyes away and hummed obliquely: "You can ask me if you don't know how to write the review."

Fang Lin raised his eyebrows lightly: "It would be even better if you could write for me."

Just as Tang Xingbei was about to say something to him, the door suddenly opened again, and Lao Zhang rushed over in a hurry. He was relieved to see the two of them sitting here chatting peacefully, and asked hurriedly, wiping off his sweat, "How are you two?" What's going on? The dean said that you overcame the wall?!"

Fang Lin hummed: "Slept."

Lao Zhang had nothing to do with them, so he waved his hand: "Okay, don't embarrass yourself here, and go back to work quickly."

He walked in front, and the two followed.

As Fang Lin was walking, he suddenly heard a low voice in his ear: "You are dreaming."

He paused, turned his face away, and slightly bent his eyes.

When they returned to work, the morning self-study was already halfway through, and the two entered through the door one after the other, attracting a lot of curious eyes, and the sound of reciting was a little quieter.

Old Zhang stared and stretched out his hand to pat the door panel: "What are you looking at! Do they have words printed on their faces!"

A group of people quickly pretended to shake their heads and started buzzing.

After Lao Zhang left, He Miao held up the book and turned her head: "Brother Bei, what's the matter with you two? Why did you come in at this point?"

Tang Xingbei randomly drew a pen: "Late."

With one hand, he tapped the tip of the pen on the table lightly: "Here are a few pages of letter paper."

"Ah?" He Miao was stunned.

"Write a review."

A thousand words, two or three pages are enough.

Tang Xingbei flipped through for a while, hesitantly glanced at the person next to him, and randomly gave him a few cards: "... here you are."

Fang Lin: "Thank you."

So, in the second half of the morning self-study, the two have been compiling the self-criticism.

Tang Xingbei, as a well-known atypical school bully in No. [-] Middle School, often wrote self-criticisms for various violations of discipline and rules. He wrote those words up and down, and he was very handy in compiling them.

It was only a thousand words, and before the morning self-study was over, he finished writing it in half an hour. He breathed a sigh of relief and dropped the pen, flicked it proudly, and blew on the ghostly symbols without ink traces.

Then he turned his head triumphantly, only to see that Fang Lin had written two pages quickly... the handwriting was still neat.

Tang Xingbei's proud review skills were provoked again, he was stunned and angry: "Why are you so fast?!"

Fang Lin just finished drawing the last sentence, closed his pen, and looked at him indifferently: "I used to practice a lot."

Tang Xingbei: "???"

Before he could figure out the meaning hidden in Fang Lin's words, He Miaogou turned his head furtively, slipped a mobile phone to him secretly, and tapped: "Brother Bei! Zhou Nuan's birthday is coming soon! I want to give her a bracelet, which one looks better!"

After Tang Xingbei was interrupted, he forgot what happened just now, frowned and swiped the phone casually, then pushed forward with one finger full of disgust: "They're all ugly."

He Miao was shocked, pulled it over and looked up and down again: "I can't! I think it looks pretty!"

He struggled to move the phone over and tried to explain: "Look at this! It's red and pink! So many flowers are so beautiful!"

"And this! So many bright diamonds!"

Tang Xingbei couldn't bear to let his eyes be tortured again, so he reached out and poked Xia Lin: "Look."

He Miao was stunned: "???"

He was just about to say cautiously, "No, sir, you are busy," when Fang Lin frowned slightly, and actually turned his head to look at him.

Then he said indifferently and disgustedly: "It's really ugly."

Then he looked away again.

He Miao: "..."

Tang Xingbei smiled lightly and cheerfully, raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

He gloated so obviously that his whole person seemed to come alive suddenly.

Fang Lin was lowering his head to figure out the formula, when he heard him laugh, the tip of the pen suddenly paused, and turned quickly across his fingertips, finally couldn't hold back, and looked up at him.

He Miao muttered angrily: "Your deskmate must be facing you..."

After he finished speaking, without looking at the expressions of the two people behind him, he turned around listlessly and went to pick out gifts again.

Tang Xingbei coughed, turned his face away as if nothing had happened, and went to watch the English short episode.

Fang Lin also looked away.

At [-] o'clock on Friday, halfway through the self-study, the campus loudspeaker notified the senior and second-level classes to line up and go to the red flag stage to prepare for the flag raising.

No. [-] Middle School is an old campus, and there are many villains in the place. The flag raising platform is surrounded by an arc-shaped open space surrounded by teaching buildings. There are thousands of people in a whole grade, and it is very crowded after it is full for a while.

The team is arranged according to height, with women in front and men in back, from low to high, with two people in each class.

Fang Lin, as the new student god of Bingshan, had no surprises with his predecessor Tang Xingbei.

And both of them are tall and have long legs, so they stood in the last row, next to the stone pillar in front of the teaching building.

There are students from other classes on the left and right sides, probably because they seldom see living legendary characters, and they can't stop poking their heads in the direction of the two of them excitedly.