teacher!You are talking nonsense!

, what you say is what you say. "

The fat man looked around and found that no one was paying attention to us, so he moved closer and whispered to me: "I said... that, Xiao Hei, and then what?"

I asked knowingly, and echoed him while taking out the textbooks on the table, "What then?"

The fat man got a little anxious, rubbed his hands together and said, "Of course it's Lao Zhao and Lan Yue, what happened later? Did they go on a date?"

I thought to myself that if this fat man didn't respond to the news yesterday at an untimely time, I wouldn't have been caught by Lao Zhao, and I wouldn't have been caught as a pigtail. Poor old man will have to look at Zhao Handong from now on.

So I had to get back with revenge, and I'm a stingy person to begin with.

That's why I said to the fat man: "They went to see a movie, it was a romance movie, and then Lao Zhao sent Lan Yue home. When the two parted at the station, Lao Zhao even hugged Lan Yue. .”

The fat man fell silent.

After a while, I raised my head to look at the fat man, only to find that he had a very horrified expression of a young girl's heartbroken glass, with teary eyes.

I said: "No way, you will be hit by this?"

The fat man sobbed slightly, and wiped his nose with a tissue, "Xiao Hei, you don't know, Mr. Lan Yue is my first love..." I really can't bear to hit him now, he looks like a little old lady in the old society nagging .I snorted, "Fat

Son, no, I remember last semester you told me that you liked a girl from your junior high school downstairs, and you were in the last semester, didn't you..."

Before I finished speaking, the fat man covered his mouth. He put his index finger on his lips and hissed me very unbearably, "Don't talk, I want to be quiet."

I took off his hand, teased him intentionally, pretended not to understand, scratched my head and said, "Huh? 'Jingjing'? Who is it? You're leaving home so soon? 'Jingjing'... oh oh oh!! Is that Zhang Jing who is sitting in front?" The voice was deliberately amplified, Zhang Jing, who was reciting vocabulary in front of me, heard it, turned around and glanced at Fatty and me through her thick black-rimmed glasses with a temperature of more than 600 degrees. The disgusted expression on her face was obviously because she thought our voice was too loud, which affected her reading.

The fat man buried his head under the desk long before Zhang Jing turned his head completely, so I was the only one who raised my hand to greet Zhang Jing, and gave him a handsome hey smile.

Zhang Jing looked at me twice, and then the frown between her brows loosened, and she blushed and snorted, turning her head away.

It took a long time for the fat man to dare to raise his head. I bumped his elbow and said, "I didn't look at you quietly, please raise your head."

After confirming that I was telling the truth, the fat man breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straight again.

I said, "I won't talk nonsense with you. Yesterday, Lao Zhao had a spicy hot meal with Lan Yue, and then sent Lan Yue to the station for her to take the bus home."

The fat man became energetic when he heard it, "Really?! You're not lying to me? They didn't go to the movies!?"

I nodded, "Originally after dinner, Lan Yue said that he would invite Lao Zhao to watch a movie, but I don't know what Lao Zhao thought. It seemed that he was not interested in her, so he didn't agree."

Although I think Zhao Handong and Lan Yue seem to be quite suitable, but I actually take it for granted that Zhao Handong did not accept Lan Yue's invitation.

The fat man said, "Then I still have hope?!"

I didn't pour the fat man cold water, just said: "Yes, yes, but your priority now is to get into college. Understand?" I turned the fat man's textbook to the page I talked about yesterday, and pressed my hand on the edge of the book, " and……"

"And what?" Fatty was always extremely sensitive to Lan Yue.

Although the eating habits of a girl's family are not easy to be discussed by others, but in order for the fat man to read at ease after learning the truth, I lowered my voice and said: "Besides, Lan Yue, a girl's family, eats spicy soup and eats soup Yes, the habits are exactly the same as yours."

"Really?! Doesn't that mean that she and I are a match made in heaven!!!?" The fat man's eyes have become heart-shaped, as if sinking into him and Lan Yue eating Mala Tang together, and smiling happily scene.

I can't help a cold war.

After the dragon gate formation was finished, I just turned the book to the page I saw yesterday.

The first section is geography. Today, while I was reading, I listened to a few words casually from time to time. As a result, the knowledge points explained by the teacher were able to solve some of my doubts. God helped me!

The second section is about Zhao Handong’s politics. He was still giving lectures on the stage calmly, but today, it’s strange that I felt a little embarrassed to look at his face, and occasionally wanted to see his current expression, but Fear of being found out.That's why I buried my head down for the whole class, and when I raised my head occasionally, I met Zhao Handong's gaze. , I thought to myself that yesterday's cold is not healed, and I have to take medicine twice when I go home.

In this way, another week passed, and my grades continued to rise steadily.

Since I have made progress in my studies, Zhao Handong will praise me every Monday morning during the morning meeting, and let other students with poor grades learn from me.It made my old face feel hot.But this situation made some students in the class interested. After class, they came over and asked me how they learned it. I asked Fatty if your learning method has intellectual property rights. Who said, he has no opinion.So I didn't hide it, and told them everything I could. Two of the students stopped me after school, saying they wanted to invite me to dinner, and let me tell them more about it.I have no objection. If they can improve their grades, I will not suffer. After all, it is one thing to understand the principle, and it is another thing to work hard to do it. Besides, my opponent is a national senior high school candidate, not limited to The two of them, so there was no resistance in their hearts.

It wasn't until the second week that I encountered such a thing. Speaking of it, it was the trouble caused by drinking last time.

Since I decided to study hard, I haven't fooled around with the young people in the society after school, but last time I got into a fight with one of them, this time, I met them on the road alone, and obviously gave them a revenge Opportunity.

"Stinky boy! If Brother Fei didn't drink too much last time, how could I get you a bargain!" A little gangster with a red-haired airplane head yelled at me.

I held my backpack on my shoulder, seemingly casually, but I was already on my guard. I said, "What happened last time was because he was wrong. Whoever asked him to drink two more glasses can't control his mouth. What shouldn't be said, the beating that time was already cheap for him, why, look at it like this, are you going to avenge him today?"

Another straight black gangster in ripped jeans stood up again, pointed at me and said, "That's right! I'm going to teach you a lesson for Brother Fei today!" He grinned fiercely, revealing his big teeth yellowed by smoke , beckoned to the other three people behind him, pointing at me, "Brothers! Let go together!"

Damn!Isn't this forcing me!I haven't shot for a long time, okay?

Seeing that they were already swarming up, I naturally couldn't just sit still, I threw my backpack behind me, and took the initiative to meet him and start fighting with him.

But last time I only fought with one person, and when both parties were already drunk, both of them were soft-handed and soft-footed. Naturally, the fight was like a joke, but now I am facing five consciousnesses A sober man, although I have tried my best to defend against their attacks, I obviously have no advantage in 3V1.

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Chapter 12

After resisting a few kicks, I was already in the rhythm of being beaten.My heart is in a bad mood, I rely on my face for food, but now I can't yell like a Hong Kong movie, don't slap my face, it's not too shameful.

Those fists and kicks rained down on my back and legs, and I couldn't help falling to my knees with my hands still covering my head. A few punks kept yelling loudly, and their words were full of ridicule at me, saying Let me continue to be arrogant.

If I had been conscious at the time, I wouldn't have fought that fight last time, and I don't have to suffer this one now.But the reality is that I can only suffer by myself, and I don't expect anyone to pass by this small alley to help me at this time.

When they saw that I just endured fists and kicks without making a sound, the red-haired airplane head was not happy, and said to the other four: "This brat can't see that the thin skin and tender flesh can really resist, brothers, just work harder!" After finishing speaking, take the lead in putting it down for me.

This is clearly to clean up my father!

Knowing that if I don't beg for mercy, they won't let me go, but I don't want to beg for mercy, that's the behavior of a coward.

So my patience made them attack harder and more happily.

One of them kicked and hit me on the left side of the cheek, damn it, it cut the corner of my mouth.

My whole body was shaking violently even my internal organs because of their kicks. I gritted my teeth and endured it. I just protected my head and turned my back to them as much as possible. Only when they were tired from the beating would I have a chance to fight back. After all, I am the only one now. .

I have endured it, and the time has become very long in the process, but I can't bring myself to kneel and admit defeat, because it is more embarrassing than me being beaten to death by them.It wasn't until I didn't know how many times I had been kicked by them that I felt that the density of those fists and feet gradually weakened, and the sound of panting gradually increased, and they seemed to be exhausted.I wondered in my mind whether now would be the best time to counterattack.

I can already clearly feel that their speed and strength are dropping rapidly,