torture to the end

What kind of person is Zhong Yuan?Quan Weicheng would say, don't mess with him, don't mess with him.

When Zhong Yuan is not angry, others can't provoke him; when Zhong Yuan is angry, even his father dare not confront him.A person with a temper like Zhong Yuan, although a bit angry, has a top-notch ability to control his emotions, but if he really encounters something that can irritate him, he has to use his own method to deal with it until he feels at ease before he can give up.Zhong Wei said that his son has a bandit temper, he does not consider the consequences of everything he does, he just wants to feel at ease in his heart, a person like Zhong Yuan is suitable to be thrown into troubled times, to be the bandit leader who occupies the mountain as king .

Zhong Yuan dragged the man out of the sports car, didn't say a word to the man, slapped the man's mouth with two palms, then cut the man's arms with one hand, pressed the man's back to the car cover On, bang bang bang on the car hood.

The man was dazed by Zhong Yuan's tidying up, his hands were on the car cover, his hair was all grabbed by Zhong Yuan, his scalp was so painful that it was about to be torn off.

The person who was suppressed and tidied up by Zhong Yuan is quite famous, because he is good-looking and wealthy, and he is very popular in the school girl circle. Now he is being suppressed and tidied up in school, and there are a group of people watching, that person She was a little bit ashamed and annoyed, blushing and yelling, "You dare to hit me?"

Zhong Yuan was not merciless even the prince of the capital to clean up, let alone this blind thing in front of him. Hearing this sentence, he grabbed the man's hair and pulled him up.

"Yo, you and I can't fight anymore?" Zhong Yuan said angrily, and then pressed the man's head and slammed it on the car hood.

The impact was so hard that I saw blood directly.

"You—what's your name?" The man bared his teeth in pain and still yelled, "Do you dare to say it?"

Zhong Yuan is in Shanghai, in front of his father, no one dares to provoke him, in front of himself, only his father dares to call him that.Now this man's words suddenly aroused the violence in his bones, "My name is Zhong Yuan, you go back and ask your father—do you know me?"

The name Zhong Yuan is very resounding on a certain level, but this person has not reached that level. After hearing Zhong Yuan's name, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay - okay, just wait for me!"

Zhong Yuan pulled the man by the back of the collar, and the man who was caught from the car hood fell down on the ground. Zhong Yuan became angry when he saw him, and then kicked his chest with both feet. People wailed again and again.

After Zhong Yuan kicked those two feet, he didn't make any more moves. The man was afraid of being beaten by him, and he shrank back when he saw Zhong Yuan's movements.Zhong Yuan lowered his head to look at the man sitting on the ground, his eyes were sharp and menacing, and his sharp thin lips spit out a word, "I'll give you ten seconds—get out—"

The slap marks on the man's face were already swollen, the skin on the bridge of the nose was torn, and there was blood dripping down. He was in a terrible mess. Many people on the road stopped to watch. Some of them knew this man, and they didn't even dare to speak loudly. , but there were still whispers from the crowd to the man's ears.

Zhong Yuan's evil god was still staring at him, and the man was cleaned up, no longer shouting blindly, and moved back a few steps with both hands and feet, and suddenly got up when he saw that Zhong Yuan hadn't moved, He opened the car door, sat in and ran.Zhong Yuan clapped his hands after watching the car disappear before his eyes, and turned to look at Han Jingyu.

Han Jingyu's expression had recovered, Zhong Yuan walked over and patted him on the shoulder, with a bit of a sinister tone, "Don't worry, it's not over yet."

Han Jingyu looked at Zhong Yuan strangely.

After Zhong Yuan said the meaningless sentence, he stopped joking with Han Jingyu, and walked side by side with Han Jingyu into the campus. When this happened, the smile on Zhong Yuan’s face was put away, and his face was cold , is daunting.

Han Jingyu felt a little strange, Zhong Yuan was really angry just now.But why are you angry?

Zhong Yuan noticed Han Jingyu's gaze, and when he turned his head to look at Han Jingyu, although his expression didn't change, his eyes softened a lot, "What's wrong?"

Han Jingyu looked away, "It's okay."

Zhong Yuan didn't speak anymore, and took Han Jingyu directly to the teaching office, because Zhong Wei had already come to say hello, and when he walked Han Jingyu in, someone came to say hello.

The people who came here didn't know Zhong Yuan, but they knew Han Jingyu who was brought by Zhong Wei himself yesterday. They were very enthusiastic and eager, but they ignored Zhong Yuan.

Seeing the man's attitude, Zhong Yuan didn't say anything.

That person has been talking to Han Jingyu, asking questions about various aspects of Han Jingyu. Han Jingyu's personality is a bit cold, and without Zhong Wei's mediation, Han Jingyu didn't even say a word, and the person was noisy in front of him, and Han Jingyu just Keeping his head down and looking at his feet, Zhong Yuan didn't intend to come forward to talk to him, he just sat on the chair with his legs crossed and drank tea leisurely.

Well, this tea is really bad - Zhong Yuan thought so at that time.

In the end, the man's mouth was dry, and he was still unmoved when he saw Han Jingyu, so he smiled and said that he would take Han Jingyu to see the classroom. After hearing this, Zhong Yuan stood up from the chair and patted his body. Hui, who didn't exist at all, followed the two out.

That person was a little dissatisfied with Zhong Yuan, he obviously brought someone to watch the class, why couldn't he even make up a word?But Zhong Yuan's cold demeanor made him dare not say too much, so he could only lead Han Jingyu to his assigned class.

The department that Zhong Wei chose for Han Jingyu was gardening, which is a relatively unpopular major in this school. This year, it only recruited more than [-] people, and some of them were admitted because of their low scores. People definitely can't tell Han Jingyu like this, he keeps introducing the advantages of this major - in fact, this major is really not very good, Zhong Wei was willing to let Han Jingyu choose this major, because he heard that this major has the fewest courses, holidays longest.

When the three of them went to the gardening class, they saw a dozen boys lazily sleeping on the table. When someone saw the person who brought Han Jingyu in with sharp eyes, he whistled. The boy immediately put away his phone, raised his head and looked at the door.

Zhong Yuan stood behind Han Jingyu, wanting to laugh when he saw this scene.What are these things.

The teacher who gave the lecture was also notified by the higher-ups. Now that someone brought a new student, he immediately showed a gentle smile and walked over to say hello to Han Jingyu... But Han Jingyu has such a cold temper. Ignore it, and just watch others babble until they can’t continue talking——Zhong Yuan stood behind Han Jingyu with a mobile phone in his hand, and when he heard the teacher talking to Han Jingyu, he even looked up at Han Jingyu’s expression .

When a freshman enters a class, self-introduction is the first part. Zhong Yuan knows Han Jingyu's temper. When he heard that the teacher wanted Han Jingyu to go through this part, he called the teacher from a distance and said, "Teacher, don't you?" Sorry, he's rather shy."

When Han Jingyu heard Zhong Yuan's words, he frowned fiercely.

Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows at Han Jingyu, and put away the phone he had played with for a while.

Han Jingyu is a 'special' student who was greeted and taken special care of by the superiors, so the teacher naturally didn't feel embarrassed, following Zhong Yuan's words, let Han Jingyu choose the seat by himself.This classroom can accommodate nearly 300 people, but now there are more than [-] students sitting sparsely, and those students are all occupying the throne in the back row. When Han Jingyu stepped off the podium, he was sitting in the first row nearby. .Zhong Yuan stood at the door and watched for a while, the person who brought Han Jingyu bid farewell to him, Zhong Yuan just waved his hand to show that he heard.

After Han Jingyu sat in the classroom, the students in the back row stared at his back and began to whisper.The freshmen transferred in at this time must have a family background-but if they have a family background, why did they transfer to this major?

In the first class, Han Jingyu didn't even have a book. The teacher gave him his own book and carefully pointed out the location for him.

This section is a professional class, Han Jingyu has never been exposed to this kind of knowledge, listening to the class is like listening to the heavenly scriptures, especially the dense notes in the teacher's book, which made him flustered all of a sudden.He has been away from the campus for so long that he has long forgotten how he sat in the classroom and studied.

Zhong Yuan stood at the door, slanting his body against the door panel, watching Han Jingyu frowning, with a smile on his lips.

Why is Han Jingyu so...cute at this time?

Han Jingyu really didn't understand, he sat down like a needle prick, the teacher kept paying attention to his side, Zhong Yuan's eyes also fell on him, it made him feel unnatural, his hands on the desk were all Clenched.

"Knock knock—" Zhong Yuan seemed to have finally seen enough, and at this moment he knocked on the door suddenly.

The eyes of the students and teachers in the classroom all fell on him.

Zhong Yuan nodded to the teacher, "Teacher, excuse me." After saying this, Zhong Yuan walked in and sat next to Han Jingyu.

When Han Jingyu saw Zhong Yuan sitting beside him, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Zhong Yuan tilted his head to look at the textbook spread out in front of him. Although he couldn't understand the things on it, his comprehension ability was much better than Han Jingyu's. After scanning the notes in the book, he could understand what was said in the book A seven seven eight eight.

Han Jingyu's hands were placed on the desk, both hands were unconsciously clasped, Zhong Yuan's head was almost resting on his elbow.This posture was already too ambiguous, and the boys behind who were playing with each other began to talk about it.

Zhong Yuan's voice was a little too gentle, as if the spring breeze had wrinkled a pool of water, as if ice water had watered a flower bud, "Where can't I understand?"

Han Jingyu pursed his lips, and his downcast eyes flickered for a while.

Zhong Yuan pointed to a topic that the teacher was talking about, "Is this?"

The two were too close, Zhong Yuan didn't notice it, but Han Jingyu was already a little uncomfortable.

Han Jingyu stretched out his hand and pushed Zhong Yuan, his brows were slightly frowned with a feeling of heartbeat.

Zhong Yuan was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and smiled slightly.

This class is very difficult, but for Zhong Yuan, the biggest gain of this class is to see a more real Han Jingyu - only then can Zhong Yuan be sure that Han Jingyu is no different from ordinary peers.No, there is a difference, Han Jingyu is too sensitive, like a clam shell, protecting his soft flesh and blood.

After class, the teacher started to tidy up the textbooks, and the students sitting behind burst out laughing, and Zhong Yuan and Han Jingyu stood up together.

The teacher who packed up the textbooks came down, and she handed Han Jingyu a note with a string of numbers written on it, "You just transferred here, and you can't keep up with many courses—this is my phone number." The not-so-young teacher smiled at Han Jingyu, "If there is anything you don't understand, or if you don't understand something in class, you can call me and ask."

Before Han Jingyu could move, Zhong Yuan had already reached out to help him take the note, and thanked Han Jingyu along with it, "Okay, sorry for the trouble, teacher."

When the teacher saw Zhong Yuan beside Han Jingyu, he thought it was Han Jingyu's relative, so he didn't say anything, just smiled and left.

Zhong Yuan took the note and didn't give it to Han Jingyu. He put it in his pocket and put it away. He said to Han Jingyu, "Let's go, let's go have lunch."

Han Jingyu followed Zhong Yuan out of the classroom, it was already noon, and the students after class all flocked to the cafeteria, almost as long as they followed the flow of people, they could find the place they were looking for.Zhong Yuan brought Han Jingyu to adapt to school life, so naturally he had to take Han Jingyu to the cafeteria for meals.The two followed the flow of people into the cafeteria. There was a lot of noise in the cafeteria. The students queuing up to eat almost reached the door of the restaurant. Zhong Yuan took Han Jingyu up to the second floor without hesitation. Most of the second floor of the cafeteria was for the school. It is set up by the teachers, and of course some students will come here, but the things above are much more expensive than the ones on the first floor.

This is not a problem for Zhong Yuan.

When Zhong Yuan came out, he brought money with him. He almost knew Han Jingyu's taste, and he ordered several dishes to be served according to Han Jingyu's taste. While waiting, Zhong Yuan asked Han Jingyu if he wanted anything to drink.

Han Jingyu felt that Zhong Yuan was really weird today. Zhong Yuan never asked him about those things, but today he deliberately asked everything in detail, which made him a little annoyed by being asked.

Zhong Yuan just likes to see his irritable appearance - he always feels that only this appearance can show some of his true nature.

Han Jingyu ignored Zhong Yuan in the end, Zhong Yuan bought warm milk in the school cafeteria, mixed it with oatmeal, put it in a small porcelain white bowl, and put it in front of Han Jingyu.

Zhong Yuan said to Han Jingyu, "Try it."

Han Jingyu ignored him, Zhong Yuan directly stuffed the spoon into Han Jingyu's hand, "Oh, why are you ashamed, I told you to taste it—"

Han Jingyu was frowned again by Zhong Yuan's obsession, Zhong Yuan kept staring at Han Jingyu's movements, until Han Jingyu took a spoonful and fed it into his mouth, then smiled and looked away.But immediately he asked again, "How is it? Is it better than your lotus root noodles in Wuhan?"

Han Jingyu didn't want to talk to him anymore.

At this moment, a shout came from the cooking window, and Zhong Yuan heard that the shout was his order, so he immediately stood up and went to serve the dishes.

The author has something to say:

Zhong Yuan: (takes out the beads) Jingyu, don’t be shy

Han Jingyu: (frowning)

Zhong Yuan: (takes out the vibrating egg) Jingyu, don’t be shy

Han Jingyu: (face black)

Zhong Yuan: (takes out the whip) Jingyu, don’t be shy

Han Jingyu: (slaps him unbearably) Hooligan!

Stupid author: ORZ feels that Uncle Zhong Yuan will be ruined by me