Raiders' weak school grass is the big devil

The cicadas outside the window were singing, and the noise went to people's hearts.

Chen Xiaotong sat back in his seat and refused Xin Qi's offer of water.

When the class bell rang, he folded his arms and looked at Xin Qi in the front seat sideways and asked about various things, who was the teacher, what page of the textbook, can I borrow a pen...

The corners of Chi Zhen's thin lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't respond much, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that his iceberg had melted.

He doesn't speak, but he will throw his textbooks to Xin Qi and share them honestly. How could it be possible in the past.

Xin Qi put the bottle of water in his hand as if he had unscrewed the cap, and he would pick it up and take a sip.

The air pressure around Chen Xiaotong was getting heavier and heavier, and the sudden appearance of the "Six Meridian Sword" must have had a different intention than that.

The last class in the morning is physical education class, and the students in Class A have no intention of going to class for a long time.

It's such a horrible weather, wouldn't it be nice to stay in a comfortable air-conditioned room, and you'd sweat all over if you went out to move around.

"Ah, I really envy people who don't have to go to gym class. If we can also open a medical record—"

"Hello." The companion reminded the boy in a low voice that the trouble came from his mouth, and he gestured towards the row by the back door from the corner of his eye.

There is only one person in the class who has a medical record and is not required to take physical education classes, and is not even required to participate in extracurricular activities.

Their Whitington school grass is cold-tempered, reticent, and doesn't bother to care about them. It doesn't mean that Chen Xiaotong, who has always been inseparable from him, can tolerate their presumptuousness.

If you dare to say this in front of him, you will die.

Chen Xiaotong has a straight temper, and the most important thing is that he has a high level of force, with a 9th-degree black belt in karate, and he beat them one by one without any discussion.

The boy shut up angrily.

Xin Qi glanced at the group of boys who were blowing air-conditioning on the air conditioner, and asked Chi Zhen in a warm voice, "Is classmate Chi Zhen still leaving?"

Qing Lingling, who buried her head in front of the book, glanced at him: "Don't tell me you're such an adult and don't know how to ask for directions?"

I want him to go with me.

Xin Qi got this meaning.

But it's not like he doesn't know how to get to the gym.

Chi Zhen always speaks like a prick when talking to others, Xin Qi is ashamed and doesn't make a fuss, and still smiles with a good temper: "I still need to exercise more to be healthy, then I'll go there first."

He thought that Chi Yan was just as resistant to PE class as those boys, so he turned around and left with Hai Wanwan.

The classroom quickly quieted down, except for the sound of cicadas outside the window.

The pages of the book on the table were flipped aimlessly, but the reader didn't read a single page.

The hand holding the book was suddenly clenched, the pale and cold complexion covered the slender fingers with distinct joints, and the veins curled up on the back of the hand were shockingly cold, giving it a different sense of beauty.

In the end, there was only one book left in the classroom, and the pages were rustling by the wind.

The plastic runway exposed to the sun reflects the distorted air, and when Chi Zhen is exposed to direct sunlight, his skin becomes whiter and more transparent, with a cold texture.

Walking through the empty campus alone, he stepped into the tunnel leading to the gymnasium, and the deadly boredom subsided a little.

The noisy movement of Class A, who was in class in the hall, seemed to come through a long and quiet tunnel. Chi Yan loosened his school uniform and tie, and went straight there.

Suddenly, he paused slightly under his feet, his thick eyelashes drooping from the corner of his eye.

The black shadow, the black shadow that arose from the darkness spread to his feet.

Chi Zhen turned around quickly.

A figure stepped out from the corner: "Ah Zen, why did you come out, the sun is bright outside..."

Chi Zhen's gaze under the lens quickly swept across the audience, and he interrupted him with a raised hand: "Can't I come?"

Chen Xiaotong said, "Of course not."

If it wasn't for knowing that Chi Zhen had this temper, anyone would have thought that he was targeting him on purpose.

Chen Xiaotong was walking in front, when there was a muffled groan in the tunnel, he turned around and saw that Chi Yan passed him calmly, as if no one had made any movement, it was just his hallucination.

The tunnel leads directly to the stands in the gymnasium. Chen Xiaotong gave a few instructions to go down, but Chi Yan came all the way, but he didn't seem to want to follow.

Because of the echo effect in the room, the sound of people running and basketball and volleyball falling on the floor is amplified several times.

A group of students who were watching suddenly burst into exclamation.

In the center of the crowd were Chen Xiaotong and Hai Wanwan who were beating each other.

Whitington's students were not surprised by the sharpness of the former, but it was surprising that Hai Wanwan could match him, especially since she was a girl, a weak girl who looked harmless to humans and animals.

The auditorium on the high platform has a panoramic view of everything in the museum.

Not far from the contest point was Xin Qi surrounded by men and women chatting and laughing.

His smile seems to bring him a lot of popularity, but in the morning, he mingles with other people.

Xin Qi suddenly felt something and turned around, meeting a deep gaze.

Xia Hezi next to him said in a low tone, "Student Chi Yan is doing well everywhere, but his health is not good. I'm really worried..."

Xin Qi thought of a word, Guo Hui Yi Yao.

Lost in a daze.

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, only the notice from the class committee about tomorrow's campus festival.

At night, in the cozy living room, Xin Qi waited for his junior brother's reply.

A white-haired head jumped out of the computer screen on the coffee table: "Look, senior brother, the list of brave men in our Shengmen is here, and I also asked Hu Yunxi for the one on the side of Huomen, and she asked what are you going to do?" ,correct……"

As soon as the talkative junior brother saw him, he couldn't stop talking, Xin Qi pinched his brows and said, "Okay, that's enough."

"You want a list of all the brave men?" Qiu Shaohong, who was huddled in the hanging basket like a cat, interjected, "Say it earlier, I have it."

Xin Qi: "Huh?"

"I asked them to log in to the forum with real-name authentication." Qiu Shaohong showed a mean and sinister smile.

To have the authority of the founder of the Brave Forum is self-willed.

Xin Qi's mobile phone received a photo.

The man had neat short hair, was full of heroism, had a firm and cold face, and a small prismatic scar on his forehead.

"Evil boy Chen Xiao, his alias Chen Xiao in another world, his original name was Chen Xiaotong, and he was ranked 205 on the brave list. Before that, he mostly haunted the northern border, and he was not active in this world." Qiu Shaohong said.

Xin Qi: "No wonder we are not familiar with him."

Originally, the brave men from Jingmen were more independent, but this Chen Xiaotong seemed to be more low-key.

Also, if you don't go to another world for fame, profit, and the most important sense of justice of a brave man, it won't be surprising that some people don't have a reputation.

"Ah, so it should be called Xiaotongtong." Hai Wanwan rubbed his bruised face and leaned over to take a look. The same model as Qiu Shaohong smiled slyly. She lost the competition with Chen Xiaotong today.

Unexpectedly, this guy who had never heard of it had such a good skill, which not only aroused her fighting spirit, but also made her lose face.

Xin Qi looked at the computer for a while, and said, "Is that Chi Zhen?"

Qiu Shaohong: "What?"

"I said Chi Zhen...would he be the same person as us?"

"Who is Chi Zhen? Oh, you mean the guy Xia Hezi has a crush on."

Xin Qi frowned: "Student Chi Zhen...has his own identity." The idea of ​​being tied to Xia Hezi made him feel uncomfortable.

Qiu Shaohong didn't care about these, he opened the door and left with his waist supported, he doesn't live here: "Tsk, I remembered why I came here."

He poked his head out from behind the door: "Pay attention, Xia Hezi's condition is not right, please deal with it earlier."

After he left, he didn't know if Xin Qi, who was in a daze, had listened. After a while, Xin Qi stood up.

Hai Wanwan, who lives here with him, asked, "Has Chad?"

"Chi Zhen...is in danger."

The author has something to say: Is there anyone... (Zhen Sheng