Xueba, wake up

His new gaming buddy quickly pulled him into a matchmaking match.

Then He Zhonghe discovered that this person was a fool.

- The side tower is about to lose its brother!Are you pretending to be an NPC by standing still?There is no fucking NPC in this game!

The man still didn't move, and after a long time, he sent an internal message.

- where are you and what are you doing

"?" He Zhonghe felt that he had seen it all.

-Brother, you are not good at flirting.

The other party moved, and sent back after a long time:

- where are you and what are you doing

Now He Zhonghe was really confused, he began to suspect that this repeater brother who didn't hang up like hanging up was actually an expert in playing games with his mind.

- I'm in the middle, in the clear line

He Zhonghe sent over.

There was no movement or speaking for a long time, and the tower on the side road had been pushed to the high ground.

"Fuck." He Zhonghe simply turned on the mic, "Aren't you fucking sick? You can use the old machine to move a skill and sprinkle a rice chicken on the screen that is 6 times better than you. Brother, brother, I Let me tell you a piece of knowledge, you don’t need to type to communicate in the bureau, you can send voice or voice to text, understand?”

The man remained motionless.

He Zhonghe poked his profile picture and wanted to click report.

Then he discovered that this person's number...was a bit too clean.

There are no commonly used heroes, the number of heroes is 2, the number of skins is 0, and the player registered one day ago.

He Zhonghe faintly felt that something was wrong.

In the next second, He Zhonghe's phone almost flew out.

"Okay." The man turned on the microphone, "Come to my office tomorrow morning for self-study."

As soon as the bell rang for the end of self-study in the morning, Shi Yujie quickly ran to the office building to find He Zhonghe.

As soon as I ran to the corner of the third floor, I saw a lame man with blue hair move over with a grin, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"Oh, my crane." Shi Yujie hurried up to help him, "What torture did Lao Zheng use on you?"

"Squatting for an hour to write a thousand-word self-criticism is torture." Every time he took a step, his legs became so numb that they couldn't bend, and He Zhonghe almost hung himself on Shi Yujie's body.

When we got back to the classroom, the English teacher had just arrived. Seeing He Zhonghe and Shi Yujie standing at the door, he waved them impatiently and let them in.

"Let me go." He Zhonghe threw the review paper into a ball on his desk, and said to Yansheng in an unpleasant tone.

Yan Sheng stood up without even lifting his eyelids.

He Zhonghe's legs hurt so much that he couldn't stand up, he supported the table and moved in, while Yansheng stood upright, half a head taller than himself visible to the naked eye.

He Zhonghe was a little upset, he straightened his legs, puffed up his chest, and raised his chin slightly.

Still a little short.

Depressedly, he sat back on his stool.

"What's the matter, Lao Zheng was punished to squat?" The bully boy at the back table pushed his glasses, his face was full of eagerness to eat melons.

"Last night, I skipped my study and went home to play games. Lao Zheng added me on the trumpet. I saw that this man was so dazed that he couldn't fight, so he couldn't swear a few words? But after I finished swearing, he also turned on the mic It's gone." He Zhonghe said lazily, "It's quite easy to fall off the horse."

"Fleeing gravity, fleeing gravity... Fuck, I just realized it, isn't this fucking old Zheng's WeChat name 'planting peaches and plums'!"

The two people at the back table choked on laughter.

He Zhonghe glanced at Yansheng quickly.

Yan Sheng still had no expression on his face, flipping through the word cards with one hand and turning the pen with the other.

...How come seeing him makes me feel even more angry.

He Zhonghe sniffed, then took out a box of mint leaves from the hole in the table, and threw the tea bag into the cup.

Old Zheng has been very active these past few days, and it can be seen that he really wants to rule He Zhonghe. It has only been more than a week since he adjusted his position and played the game.

It is reasonable to suspect that Old Zheng wants to grab He Zhonghe's little tail. The bigger the crime he committed recently, the better. When the head of the department couldn't bear it, Old Zheng kicked him out of class 24 directly.

One of the great joys of He Zhonghe at school was to fight against Lao Zheng for no reason. During this period of time, he had to hide his little tail and put away all the thorns in his body.

In English class, almost everyone was memorizing the precautions and outline of the teacher's round of review. Only He Zhonghe pondered Lao Zheng's class with a glass of mint water.

The chef in the canteen of Huitan No. [-] Middle School is very willing to put oil in the dishes. When a person goes in and eats a clean and delicious meal, he will smell of oil when he comes out.

He Zhonghe pulled Shi Yujie to sit at the well-ventilated table by the door.

"This oil." He Zhonghe frowned and stared at a bowl of borscht for a long time, no matter how he blew it, he couldn't blow out a small piece of soup with little oil.

He turned to look for the girl in the next class at the next table: "Student, do you have oil-absorbing tissues?"

A piece of oil-absorbing tissue was soaked in oil just after dipping in the soup noodles.

Depressedly, He Zhonghe threw the paper into the soup, stirred it, picked it out with chopsticks, put it in again and stirred it.

"Don't disgust me if you don't eat." Shi Yujie picked up the bowl and drank it.

"I drank too much water in the morning. I'm tired." He Zhonghe pushed the bowl aside and scooped up a spoonful of rice. "I found that every time I eat with you, I will have magical powers, which will either make you hurt or make you sick."

"Tie you up next time, and I'll feed you." Shi Yujie said.

"Fuck, it's disgusting." He Zhonghe laughed for a long time.

"In the afternoon, Zhao Chen and his gang made an appointment with me," Shi Yujie said while drinking soup, "Dinner will be empty at the North Playground."

"Are you sure you want to do it?"

"No, but it's unavoidable." Shi Yujie wiped his mouth oil, "You just have to make a stand, and you leave when there is a fight. Your mother asked me many times if you fought outside. I can't lie to my aunt every day. Ah, the conscience will ache."

"You still have a conscience." He Zhonghe asked, "Why?"

"Remember that girl I told you about earlier?"

"Black short straight."

"Yes." Shi Yujie said, "That's Zhao Chen's object..."

"You, were you chasing Zhao Chen's partner a few days ago?" He Zhonghe looked at him.

"How would I know, I only found out when Zhao Chen came to the door, and she didn't say anything..."

"This one is more dangerous than good." He Zhonghe got up and patted Shi Yujie on the shoulder, "He must have called a lot of people. If you don't invite foreign aid, you will be surrounded and beaten."

After dinner, He Zhonghe went straight home for a lunch break. According to Du Lanzhen, if he could not live in school, he would not be able to live in school. The quality of sleep at home during the lunch break was good.

But in fact, He Zhonghe never had sleep during his lunch break, it was so cool to blow on the air conditioner and play with his mobile phone for a while.

Mom is not at home at noon, the president's day is busy.

After entering the door, the little deer dog rushed out without touching its hooves, deliberately bumped its nose heavily on He Zhonghe's leg, and Gu Lu rolled to the side and howled.

"There are so many scenes." He Zhonghe changed his shoes and scooped up dog food for it first, "Don't overeat, it's too heavy for you to fly."

The deer dog was named Flying Dog, and He Zhonghe bought it from the kennel two years ago. At that time, he went in for a walk when he had nothing to do, but he saw this little dog with excellent jumping ability.

The 1.5-meter platform jumped up and carried it to a high place, and it jumped down with four claws gliding.

At first, my mother thought the flying dog was not good, and wanted to call it "eave dog", "running dog" and "wall dog".

The first pronunciation is ambiguous, the second is like a curse, and the third is directly cursed.

"Flying dog." He Zhonghe looked at it.The dog never aligned with the mouth of the bowl when eating, and kept gnawing the air. He Zhonghe helped it put the bowl under its mouth.

"Why do you lose your hair so short?" He Zhonghe stroked its back, the brown dog hair in one hand was only a bit longer than human eyelashes.

"Are you saying that my pulmonary heart disease is cured? As long as I don't stay up all night, my heart doesn't hurt anymore, and your hair is flying all over the sky, and I don't have a cough."

The flying dog ate, slurping, ignoring He Zhonghe.

He sighed uninterestedly, and took the medicine that his mother had prepared on the coffee table, four yellow tablets, one pack of small drop pills, two bottles of oral liquid, one pack of granules, and three self-filling capsules.

Every weekend, I have to drink sour traditional Chinese medicine, which has been unshakable for more than ten years.

He Zhonghe felt that if one day he died, it would be due to overdose of drugs.

It is estimated that Shi Yujie will be in some trouble for the appointment at night, and He Zhonghe has been recruiting people from the list since noon.

Try not to do anything this time, Shi Yujie is at a loss, as long as the people on his side can guard against Zhao Chen's side.But Shi Yujie couldn't avoid getting hit a few times today, otherwise Zhao Chen's matter would be endless, and it would be even more difficult if it dragged on to the summer vacation.Zhao Chen is ruthless, there are many outsiders, and he even knows professional thugs, the summer students are out of the school's protection, and it is impossible for He Zhonghe to stand by Shi Yujie's side every day.

I found more than a dozen people, all of whom were well-known and experienced in dating.

He even asked the experienced users to bring their mobile phones, and if a group fight could not be stopped, he would call the police to solve it.

He Zhonghe made all the preparations for Shi Yujie, but he couldn't go.

With his own strength, he turned himself from a planned group fight to a fight with another person.

The reason was that in the unprecedented last self-study class for dinner, He Zhonghe drank too much mint water and needed to go to the bathroom.

Just about to poke Yansheng, he suddenly found a dark red streak under Yansheng's earring, as if bleeding.

He Zhonghe also suffered from ear piercing before. Once this thing started, it was very difficult to heal. If there was too much pus, it would even cause a necrotic and blackened lump.

After hesitating for a while, He Zhonghe finally followed the inexplicable empathy in his heart that "he and I are the only two people with pierced ears in this class", and took out a pack of alcohol cotton pads from the hole in the table and handed it to him: "Ear .”

Yan Sheng was wearing earplugs, his eyes seemed to be on the exercise book, and he didn't respond.

"Fuck." He Zhonghe lost his patience, and directly tore off the alcohol pad and covered his ears.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the cotton piece touched Yan Sheng's earlobe, he suddenly paused, then stood up abruptly, and stared down at He Zhonghe.

The sound of the stool falling to the ground was a bit loud, and everyone in the class looked this way.

"What are you doing?" He Zhonghe looked at his reaction inexplicably, and became angry. The dissatisfaction he had accumulated for the past few days burst into flames, "Are you fucking sick?"

He Zhonghe threw away the cotton pad, smashed the table with a "bang", stood up and looked at him.

"Don't touch me." Yan Sheng said calmly.

The first sentence exchanged between the same table turned out to be this.

Such a harmonious and friendly scene.

"I have something to say..." the girl at the back table whispered, nervously tugging at the corner of He Zhonghe's clothes to let him sit down.

He Zhonghe glanced back, took down the glass vase from her bookend, and placed it firmly on her desk.

The girl looked at him blankly.

In the next second, He Zhonghe raised his hand abruptly and elbowed Yansheng with considerable force.

Unexpectedly, the latter quickly bent his arms and exerted force upwards, preventing He Zhonghe from making a move, and even twisted his arm, pulling it to the left——

"Fuck!" He Zhonghe felt that his joints were about to dislocate. He copied the book with his other hand and smashed it at Yansheng with the spine of the book.

The two stood very close, their eyes met, and their breathing was heavy.

With this skill and strength, it seems that Yuan Bad's reputation of having been involved in the game has been solidified.

Then don't say who is bullying who today, just let go and start a fight.

He Zhonghe clenched his fist and swung it straight at Yansheng's jaw.