Do not provoke

There were two ice cubes sitting in the corner, and the one in front who was sleeping lazily with one hand on his neck was Tang Xingbei.

I don't know who asked in a low voice and doubts: "Did we enter the wrong examination room?"

So someone slipped to the door to have a look, and then slipped back quickly, shaking his head quickly: "No! This is Pour One!"

"...It seems that he missed two months of classes."

"Fuck, is it true?! So awesome!"

"Is the one behind him the one who snatched Brother Sheng's girlfriend...!"

The God of Plague suddenly spoke, with obvious impatience: "Keep down."

The restless sounds around him stopped immediately, and they made eye contact secretly.

Tang Xingbei was still lying on his stomach, his voice buried in the crook of his arms was muffled, and a lock of hair was raised up.

Fang Lin looked sideways out of the window, the corners of his mouth slightly bent.

In the eerie silence, someone entered the door, turned up his collar pretending to be handsome, looked at the few people gathered together, and frowned arrogantly: "How many of you are standing here...?"

"Shh!!!!"

A group of people quickly raised their index finger to signal him to keep silent, then winked and pointed to the back row: "Brother Sheng, that...Tang Xingbei!"

Hearing the name, Huang Mao froze subconsciously.

He immediately remembered what happened at the school gate a few days ago, and he became angry again.

When he saw another person surnamed Tang sitting behind him, his embarrassment became even more sinister, and he spat fiercely with a sullen face: "Damn it, fuck him!"

"Brother Sheng..."

Huang Mao seemed not afraid of being overheard, and pointedly sneered loudly: "Isn't it just a fucking boy! I can beat ten of this kind of thing!"

The boys next to him scratched their heads in embarrassment, their eyes drifting into the corner.

Being surrounded by people, Huang Mao immediately felt his back straightened up, coupled with the previous new and old hatreds swarming up, he suddenly sprouted the desire of "I am the boss of the No. [-] middle school!"

Just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly heard the movement of the invigilator outside the door, quickly glanced out the window, rolled his eyes, and then quickly kicked the chair in front of him provocatively, with a piercing "thud--" sound.

Huang Mao stared at the person lying in the corner, and taunted very arrogantly: "There are some rumors in the school that are just a bunch of nonsense! After all, the exam room is here, and you are still a **** school bully, what a few idiots slapped your face swollen!" It's too shameless to be fat!"

After being accused of being scolded and mocked for so long, Tang Xingbei finally made a move.

He moved his fingers loosely on the side of his neck, straightened up lazily, moved his joints, and squinted at Huangmao.

After staring at the person until his whole body became stiff, he laid the table with his fingertips unhurriedly, and said, "You have a nice hairstyle, you usually spend time in the toilet, right?"

Fang Lin frowned and closed his eyes in disgust.

Someone quickly realized what he was talking about, and couldn't help holding back a laugh.

When the laughter spread, Huang Mao realized that he was scolding himself for messing with his head. He was so angry that he pointed at him with a flushed face and scolded angrily: "My god, your uncle Tang Xingbei!" ! Nm is dead fuck!"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after he blurted out this sentence, a layer of chill suddenly condensed in the air.

The arc of Tang Xingbei's mouth remained motionless, his eyes were cold, but his tone was gentle, his eyebrows were raised in a teasing way: "Say it again."

Fang Lin glanced at him.

The onlookers suddenly felt something was wrong, and silently backed away, leaving Huang Mao alone to face off with him.

Huang Mao also panicked, and a layer of sweat broke out on his back, but he heard the sound of high-heeled shoes outside the window getting closer, so he gritted his teeth and said: "What's wrong with scolding you! Nm is dead! Nm is dead!"

Tang Xingbei stood up abruptly, but didn't speak. He pushed the table away with his eyes downcast, and the edge of the table hit the wall with a heavy bang.

He glanced left and right, and finally picked up a chair from the corner with a cold face.

The people in the room immediately recalled the police car siren that day in midsummer, and the blood dripping all over the playground, and suddenly became a little flustered and restless.

The so-called fear of death, of course, Huang Mao knew about the rumors. He originally thought it was just rumors, but with Tang Xingbei's ice-hardened eyes, he subconsciously wanted to dodge.

But the young man still wants face, even if he shakes his legs, he has to grit his teeth and force himself: "I-I'll scold you! If you have the guts, come here and beat me to death!"

Tang Xingbei ignored him, lowered his eyes, loosely grasped the armrest of the chair with five fingers, picked a suitable point of strength and clenched it tightly, and was about to step forward, but was suddenly grabbed by his right hand.

He paused, turned his head, stared deeply into Fang Lin's eyes for a while, and said in a cold voice, "Release."

Fang Lin didn't speak, and he didn't let go of his hands.

Except for panting, no one made any movement around.

Tang Xingbei frowned and stared at him, forcibly suppressing the anger that was about to vent his anger. After a few seconds of stalemate, he finally couldn't help it anymore, cursed impatiently, and was about to break away with his hands.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was impulsive and had a lot of strength. Fang Lin was about to lose his grip. He was just about to fold his backhand and hold him down, when he heard the teacher's voice from the door: "Hey? What are you doing! Hurry up!" After the exam, hurry back to your seat!"

"And the other two in the back! What are you doing all the fussing about, just sit and wait for the hair to roll!"

Except for the two who were arguing, almost everyone had tears in their eyes at the arrival of the teacher, and quickly returned to their seats obediently.

There was only a sound of the silent clash of tables, chairs and benches in the room. This was probably the most honest and obedient one in the history of the examination room.

The yellow-haired yin man's plan failed, he heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time frowned angrily and looked at Fang Lin, but as soon as he looked over, he met his cold gaze.

Huang Mao subconsciously panicked, glared at him forcefully, cursed at him, and returned to his seat.

Tang Xingbei had already forcefully freed his hand, stared at Fang Lin with anger, turned around, smashed down the chair with a "boom", pulled the table back, and sat back in the seat with anger.

This series of angry movements not only made the people in the class afraid to show their anger, but also the invigilator gave him a look inexplicably.

But they all knew Tang Xingbei's name, so they ignored him when they saw that he hadn't caused any trouble. They opened the test paper and raised their voices: "The answer sheet of the test paper is passed from front to back—no plagiarism, and anyone caught will be warned. ——Besides, you will get the same score if you copy it back and forth in this examination room."

The scumbags were not ashamed of this comment. Instead, they were relieved from the previous nervousness by this familiar comment, and began to laugh and laugh in a relaxed manner, which was especially noisy mixed with the sound of flipping paper.

Fang Lin was lowering his eyes to adjust the length of the scribing pen, when the edge of the table was suddenly slapped hard, and then, a hand with long knuckles pressed the test paper, and it fell down with a snap.

The noise in the examination room stopped immediately, and dozens of people cautiously shut their mouths at the same time, and even the voice of passing the test papers became much quieter.

The invigilator let out a strange hey.

Fang Lin only frowned, not bothering to argue with him, and took the test paper.

He was just about to write his name when he picked up the pen, but his eyes suddenly paused on the index finger of his right hand.

There is a small crescent moon in pale white, faintly red, which shows how hard the owner pinched it out before.

Fang Lin could still recall that the hand holding him was very cold, the knuckles were slightly numb, and it was shaking slightly.

He paused the tip of his pen thoughtfully, then regained his composure for a moment, and began to answer the question.

The monthly exam is a medium-to-large exam. It is divided into two days, morning and afternoon, and a total of four exams are completed. Therefore, the evening self-study after the exam has become a carnival for students to relax and relax.

The school is a key school, and it also pursues a balance between work and rest, and is too lazy to pay attention to some innocuous fights between exams.

And Class [-] is a top class, but it is more crazy when playing than others.

The teaching director loves and hates this group of heaven's favored children, and he stares at the sky on weekdays, so they can only let themselves go during the time when the teachers collectively grade papers.

"What are we going to play tonight! It's better to watch a movie in black!"

"I haven't finished watching last week's Fantastic Rafting, let's play it!"

"Eating chicken four lacks three! Who will come!"

……

Class leader Yu Zhao got up amidst the commotion, stretched out his hand and gestured for a pause, and said in a loud voice, "Hey, everyone, put it away! It's 10 minutes before self-study is late! Don't be caught by Lao Xu!"

The madness in the room slowly subsided, but it was still full of excitement. Someone shouted at the person by the window: "Close the curtains! Pull them tightly!"

"learn!"

After the sound of pulling the curtains, only the last row of curtains had not been hung, and the eyes of the class slowly focused.

The God of Plague by the window seemed to be in a bad mood, leaning coldly against the book stand with his chin propped on one hand, arrogantly watching a movie with headphones on, his eyes downcast without any response.

The crowd didn't dare to call him, so they silently shifted their gaze to the person next to him.

...This guy doesn't seem to be in a good mood either.