You don’t understand the happiness of pseudo-A

"Although I really don't want to disturb you, but I'm going to be late." A voice came out of nowhere.

"Sleep another 5 minutes." He muttered, but his brain hadn't started working yet. "Fuck! Why are you in my room!" Impressively sitting up, Xiang Yang looked towards the source of the voice in disbelief.

Yuan Ze was neatly dressed, with his usual harmless expression on his face, holding the changed pajamas in his hand.

"It was you who asked me to put my clothes in your room."

"Then I didn't let you change clothes in my room." Xiang Yang rubbed his messy black hair, thinking of the conversation he had repeatedly confirmed at that time, if he made trouble at this time, he might be bitten again!

"Probably because I couldn't help it." Yuan Ze took the clothes and closed the door thoughtfully.

Xiang Yang looked at Yuan Ze indifferently throughout the whole process, and actually gave birth to the illusion that he was the one who depended on others, and the phone was still buzzing.

"Anything to say?"

"What! It seems that some school leader is coming to check today. Come quickly and don't be late." Lin Hua's voice on the other end of the phone was very low, mixed with the sound of flushing water.

"Understood." The other end hung up the phone, and the phone displayed 7 o'clock, and it was indeed almost late.

Yuan Ze was no longer there when he left the room. His morning clothes were floating on the balcony. The breakfast on the table was a little hot. There were still about 7 minutes to go late at 43:17. Xiang Yang poked the breakfast slowly. Do you still buy breakfast when you go out early in the morning? The variety is quite complete.

The mobile phone is like a ghost charm, there will be calls every few minutes, and the rapid sound makes people run unconsciously.

"Could you fucking not be so rushing, I'm almost there! I've arrived at the school gate." Roaring and not waiting to listen to the words on the other side, Xiang Yang turned off the phone and turned it off immediately, bent over and put his hands on his knees, his legs were slightly bent, he was old and physically strong It's not as good as before, running a few steps and panting badly.

"Over there! Which class is it, what time is it? The school just stepped on the spot so casually?" As soon as they stepped into the school gate, there was an angry reprimand.

It’s really a narrow road. The person who came here was Zhang Jian, the senior director who wanted to give Xiangyang a “record” gift at the beginning of school. It seemed that he had only been there for a few months. His hair was even thinner, and his belly was faintly torn.

"What time is it now? High school is a very important stage, and you will be a cancer of society in the future!" Relying on the fact that there are no people at the school gate, Director Zhang speaks without too many scruples.

"I'm such a cancer, it's very difficult to learn." Coldly retorted, Xiang Yang walked towards the class.

"Heh, you really are an uneducated student. You have some money at home to do whatever you want. I really don't know what kind of parents can tolerate you! You are just a worthless piece of trash." I have been flattered for a long time as a director, and I see that the students have a bit of a superior posture. Those rich second generations even sneered and treated each other coldly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Xiang Yang grabbed Director Zhang's tie, his face was flushed with too much strength, the veins on his neck were faintly visible, his black eyes were oppressed, painful, restless, and more desperate The ruthless, knowledgeable Director Zhang said nothing in such eyes, and struggled to push Xiangyang. He thought it was a soft persimmon relying on his family to do nothing, but he didn't expect to initiate ruthlessness and ignore it. Director Zhang felt short of breath. Chang, can't help but regret.

"Sunflowers don't want it!" Lin Hua yelled and ran in the distance, hugged Xiang Yang from behind and dragged her back.

The sudden voice caught the attention of the guard, who hurriedly picked up the landline to inform the campus teacher, and joined Lin Hua with old steps and dedication to stop Xiang Yang.

In my ear is Lin Hua's whispering, it's my uncle persuading me hard, in front of my eyes is Director Zhang's face getting more and more ferocious, and in my mind is the so-called home, parents, Lu Ping, Xiang Linglong, every bit of memory is only black and white, fist Clenched tightly and vented fiercely on Director Zhang's face.

Under the action of force, Director Zhang's face turned to one side, Xiang Yang let go of his hand as he wished, and was immediately supported by Lin Hua and the guard on the left and right.

"You! You have no teacher! Insulting the teacher, you are the black sheep! I must tell the principal! Fire you!" Director Zhang was so emotional that he covered his swollen cheek that he couldn't feel it. He almost shouted out his throat, and looked at Xiangyang Being immobilized, Director Zhang couldn't help stretching out his hand.

"Director Zhang! What are you doing!" Teacher Ruan, who came over after hearing the news, didn't know why. He only saw Director Zhang raising his hand towards the students.