After dressing as a fake young master from a wealthy family, the real young master is back

"Okay, let's go quickly, maybe he will go crazy and rush over to beat people later. He injured dozens if not dozens of people during his three years in school."

"I remember, I remember! More than 20 people were beaten, and one was seriously injured and hospitalized. He ruined all the money his father earned. Why don't we expel this kind of person from our school?"

"Every time he gets into trouble, doesn't his father apologize to others and beg to let him go, he is fine, he doesn't feel bad at all... Hey, look at his eyes, he wants to come over and strangle me to death, I'm not wrong, stare at me What are you doing?"

Zhang Zhicheng clenched his fists, his face was as black as ink.

The people who were discussing were afraid that he would really rush over and beat them, so they all dispersed in a swarm.

Zhang Zhicheng finally set his eyes on Song Mian, his eyes were full of anger, it seemed that he took Song Mian as a vent.

"I didn't kill Miao Mianmian." Even though it was futile to say this, Song Mian still stared at Zhang Zhicheng and spoke seriously.

But obviously it doesn't work.

Zhang Zhicheng spat hard on the ground, and sneered again and again: "Do you think I believe it? You didn't kill, what happened to the murder weapon? You just lost your memory? When will you die without losing your memory? "

"The murderer planted it on me." No matter how much he scolded, Song Mian remained calm: "It was an easy task for the murderer who was at the scene that day. As for the amnesia, it was the murderer who knocked me out, not all of a sudden. Amnesia."

"Then you're fucking telling me who the murderer is."

"I do not remember."

"Go to hell if you don't remember." Song Mian's calmness and calmness completely inspired Zhang Zhicheng's last bit of rationality. He couldn't understand why the police didn't arrest Song Mian, but instead suspected him. The fist hit Song Mian.

Song Mian only felt a flash in front of her eyes, and was pulled aside, avoiding Zhang Zhicheng's fist.

The next second, Lu Yu stood where he was originally.

Seeing Zhang Zhicheng's fist attacking again, Song Mian's heart sank, and he couldn't help grabbing Lu Yu and pulling him to the side, and said anxiously, "Get out of the way."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Yu caught Zhang Zhicheng's fist, then grabbed his wrist and twisted it expressionlessly.

There was a scream, and the 1.8-meter-long Zhang Zhicheng, who was often called a big man, had a distorted and ferocious face, like a mad lion, and even started jumping on the spot because Lu Yu didn't pull back.

"Let go of me! You fucking let me go!"

Song Mian was stunned. She didn't expect Lu Yu to be so powerful, and even more unexpected that Zhang Zhicheng, who was still arrogant just now, became as funny as a monkey by jumping and jumping.

"Thank you." He looked at Lu Yu and said softly.

This is the second time.

"If you have any doubts, go to the police." Lu Yu shook off Zhang Zhicheng's hand, "Before that, you should clear yourself of any suspicion."

He didn't answer Song Mian's words, turned around and walked forward.

Song Mian left quickly one second before Zhang Zhicheng rushed towards him.

Zhang Zhicheng rubbed his wrist, his brows were still furrowed because of the pain.

The little brother let out a sigh of relief for his glasses, wiped them off with his sleeves, put them back on his face, and said with a smile, "Brother Cheng, are you still chasing after me?"

"Chasing a fart."

Zhang Zhicheng's face was gloomy, looking at Song Mian's leaving back, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

He wants to kill this person, he must kill him!

And the person who twisted his wrist just now, let's kill him together!

"Oh, then stop chasing. Brother Cheng, shall we go to your house to eat chicken at noon today?" The younger brother's eyes lit up.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat, eat a fart, there is no chicken." Zhang Zhicheng raised his hand and slapped him on the head, half dead with anger: "It's useless at all, I can only watch the show on the sidelines, I am now I fucking want to slap you when I see you."

The little brother was wronged: "I used to kill chickens to eat, but why are they gone now? I know Brother Cheng, you still have a chicken at home."

"It's gone." Zhang Zhicheng said impatiently, "Can you stop talking about chicken? If you want to eat, go to a restaurant."

"Your old hen is delicious, and Brother Cheng, the taste of your cooking is amazing." The little brother gave a thumbs up and praised, and was kicked by Zhang Zhicheng in the next second, and he didn't say anything at once. Rubbing ass and starting to say nice things.

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When Song Mian entered the classroom, it was very uncomfortable for the kind of people who watched the drama so much that their eyes pricked like long needles.

As soon as he sat down, the squad leader slapped the table, stood up, and teased, "Song Mian, are you really the son of the Song family?"

This sounded very strange, and the monitor's tone was even more strange, and the others had already started to laugh.

Song Mian lowered her eyes to pack the books and ignored him.

"Squad leader, although he is a fake young master, he is still a young master after all. If you talk to him, he will look down on you, unless you are also a young master, or a fake hahahahaha, so that you can have a common topic."

"Puff ha ha ha ha ha, you guys should give Song Bingcuo some face, no, you should be called Song Thief now." "Song Thief is a good name, everyone listen well, Song Mian will be called Song Thief from now on."

The malice was too great, and Song Mian couldn't tell whether they really hated the original Song Mian.

No, it shouldn't be considered annoying.

The malice of these people was mostly due to Song Mian's incompatibility and identity reasons.

The head teacher knocked on the door and interrupted the ridicule in the classroom: "Everyone, please be quiet. There is a new student in our class. Please sit down. If you can't sit well, please stand outside for me! The new student comes in Say hello to everyone."

Lu Yu walked in from the door, and the classroom, which was still whispering, fell silent for a moment after his appearance.

Song Mian raised her head.

A young man in a black shirt stood on the podium. He was tall and indifferent. Facing everyone's eyes, he said two words without emotion: "Lu Yu."

"Applause!" A girl in the subclass looked straight at her eyes. After realizing it, she reminded her and took the lead in applauding: "Welcome new classmate...Welcome Lu Yu to our class!"

"Someone dropped out of school not long ago, and the table hasn't been cleared, how about you sit there?" Knowing Lu Yu's identity, the head teacher pointed to the vacant seat in the middle and back row with a very good attitude.

"No need." Lu Yu said, and stopped beside Song Mian, "I'll sit here."

The head teacher was taken aback: "Lu Yu, the one next to you..."

She also wants to remind you that the person sitting next to you is Song Mian who stole your life. What are you doing sitting next to him? Seeing that Lu Yu has no expression on his face, hold back: "Zhang Miaomiao, get up and give up your seat to Lu Yu , sit in the middle back row."

The people in the class have already figured out what happened in the Song family, and they also know that Lu Yu is the real young master of the Song family. Now when they heard that he offered to sit with Song Mian, they were stunned. Can't help discussing in a low voice.

"What's the situation? Are they not afraid of fighting when they sit together?"

"I'm stunned. This Lu Yu doesn't look like he hates Song Mian. Why? Song Mian has dominated his life for so long, it's impossible for him not to hate him."

"Everyone be quiet!" The class teacher roared, and the classroom instantly returned to silence.

Zhang Miaomiao immediately packed up her things and left. Lu Yuchong thanked her, then moved the table next to Song Mian's, and sat down after merging them together.

Song Mian couldn't figure out why Lu Yu chose to sit beside her.

Is it for more convenient face-slapping?

Those face-slapping plots in the book came to mind one after another, Song Mian lowered her head and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

The first face slap is coming soon.

With the breath approaching, Song Mian raised her eyes subconsciously, and met the young man's deep eyes.

Lu Yu's gaze stayed on Song Mian for a second, and then fell on the book he had placed by the table.

Song Mian understood this look immediately, he opened the book and put it in the middle, and read it with him.

Since he is the hero and wants to slap me in the face, then I should be nice to him, please him, and don't do the things Song Mian did in the book, and the slap in the face should not happen.

Song Mian pondered for a moment, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt it was possible.

Because Lu Yu was sitting next to her, Song Mian couldn't concentrate on listening to the class throughout the class, and her mind was always thinking about something randomly.

Lu Yu smells so good.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Song Mian only had this thought.

He sneaked a glance at Lu Yu.

There was a nice smell on the young man, Song Mian was sure he knew what it was, but the more he tried to think about it, the more he couldn't remember it.

"Song Mian." When Li Ke opened the window and knocked on his desk, Song Mian came back to his senses.

"Yes." Song Mian looked up, his seat was by the window, Li Ke was standing outside the window now: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just came to see you." Li Ke took off his glasses, rubbed his sore eyes, and smiled when he saw Lu Yu: "You have a new deskmate? You look so good-looking."

A compliment, a smile, did not get any response.

Li Ke put on his glasses again, and didn't mind Lu Yu ignoring him: "Shall we go to the cafeteria for lunch?"

This kind of intentional appointment for dinner made Song Mian feel a little weird, but he didn't refuse, "Yes."

"By the way, it seems that you are not in good spirits. Did you not sleep last night? I heard that Zhang Zhicheng is going to beat you in the morning..." He frowned, a little unhappy: "Zhang Zhicheng has a special personality. No, you will avoid him immediately when you see him in the future. He didn't really hit you, did he?"

"No."

"You..." Just as Li Ke opened his mouth, Lu Yu closed the problem-solving notebook and looked at Li Ke coldly.

Song Mian saw the impatience in his eyes, and said to Li Ke: "He didn't hit me, he just suspected me, don't worry. I'll read the words in the next English class, so I won't talk to you anymore."

"Okay." Li Ke waved his hand and said, "Then I'm leaving, see you at noon."

Then close the window and go forward.

When he reached the door of the classroom, he suddenly turned his head to look at Lu Yu. Unexpectedly, the boy was also looking at him.

The moment their eyes met, Li Ke grinned with a friendly face, then withdrew his eyes and left.

Before he took two steps, he almost bumped into the protagonist who was chatting with Song Mian just now at the stairs.

Zhang Zhicheng cursed, and pushed Li Ke away: "You don't have eyes? Hit me? Don't donate your fucking eyes, can you?"

"Sorry, I didn't see it." Li Ke bowed his head and apologized softly.

"A big man talks so sissy, it's disgusting to hear." Zhang Zhicheng sneered, and stared at him past him.

"Zhang Zhicheng." Li Ke stopped him.

Zhang Zhicheng is famous for being a gangster, and everyone in the school knows him, so it is not surprising to hear his name. He turned his head and frowned: "Fart off, you can call me by my name?"

"That's right!" The younger brother next to him echoed, "Do you understand Brother Cheng? You're messing around!"

"Do you think Miao Mianmian committed suicide and planted it on Song Mian?" Li Ke smiled slightly.

"What the hell are you talking about? The murderer is Song Mian, I will kill him sooner or later." Zhang Zhicheng's expression changed when he heard Miao Mianmian mentioned.

"Miao Mianmian didn't commit suicide, and the murderer wasn't Song Mian, so don't bother Song Mian." Li Ke said, "I know Song Mian, he wouldn't do such a thing, so don't target him."

"Who are you, shut up for me." Zhang Zhicheng didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he slammed him on the shoulder before leaving: "If you talk nonsense, I'll kill you too."