No touching porcelain, no coquetry! [campus]

The early spring in Ningcheng is always gray, even if there is no trace of rain, the air is still filled with humid mist, which affects people's spirits.

In this kind of weather, it is difficult to study hard, and it is not suitable for blocking people near the school by stepping on the spot.

Pei Yanqiu sat lazily on the low wall with his legs crossed, his pair of phoenix eyes squinted uncomfortably, his sharp temperament was more prominent than his flawless appearance.

He propped up his chin with his left hand, while flipping through a heavy textbook with his right hand.

The alley was very noisy, the sound of metal clinking mixed with swearing and cursing could not stop piercing into people's ears.

Pei Yanqiu rubbed the back of her neck, and couldn't help yawning. Everyone was drowsy in the classroom during morning reading, and no one noticed what was happening right next to the wall.

The big clock hanging on the library struck eight times half dead, and Pei Yanqiu closed the book immediately, reminding the people below in a cold voice: "Jiang Yu, class is about to start."

The boy named Jiang Yu had just kicked away the baseball bat that someone had brought, when he heard Pei Yanqiu, who was not far away, sitting there talking without backache.

"Master, can you move around a little bit, no one appreciates you posing there, aren't you lonely?" Jiang Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, punching a punk with smooth movements, and didn't intend to let his mouth stop.

However, Pei Yanqiu slightly raised his eyebrows, shook his head and jokingly said: "I'm going to the boss's place in the afternoon, it's not appropriate to get dirty, you'll be burdened, and those who are capable will work harder."

Jiang Yu thought to himself that two swings of his fists would make it dirty. You used to fight less, but in the end, you could only slander your bad luck and continue to deal with the mess in front of you.

After a few people lined up the uniforms of the four social youths whose business level was not up to the average level, and pushed them to the ground, Jiang Yu belatedly remembered: Today's fight was originally arranged by his mother Pei Yanqiu. ah!

He said that he did the dirty and tiring work himself, but why was he turned into a coolie again when he turned around? ?

Of course, he is obviously not the only one whose memory has returned to normal, but the other party seems to be more willing.

"Brother Pei, why did these idiots provoke you?" Yu Zizhou effortlessly picked up the struggling red-haired bastard and dragged him to the corner.

"Fuck! Let the fuck go of me!"

Maybe he really couldn't stand the other party's noise, or he was afraid that the other party's yelling would attract the teacher, so Pei Yanqiu slammed the book on the back of the other party's head with a crisp and expressionless movement: "Shut up."

Then he nimbly turned over and got off the wall, frowned, and asked bluntly: "Who told you to trouble Lu Yao?"

Hearing this, both Jiang Yu and Yu Zizhou immediately showed a clear look, and Jiang Yu even muttered "It deserves it", and made up his feet with a calm face.

Hongmao was so dizzy from the weight of knowledge, he mumbled unpleasant quotations reflexively, but he didn't mention the main point.

Pei Yanqiu gave an irritated "tsk", but he just rolled up his sleeves, and before he had time to go up to "friendly exchanges" with the other party in person, he suddenly caught a strange figure appearing from the corner of the alley with his peripheral vision.

The visitor leaned out half of his body from the alley with light golden curly hair. He looked about the same age as them. His facial features were bright and three-dimensional. Because it is full of curiosity, it looks extraordinarily crystal clear.

I don't know if the other party is not very good at learning Chinese, his question was a bit vague, and the two groups of people who were frozen in motion separated for a few seconds before they figured out the meaning of the other party.

"Are you guys fighting?" the handsome foreigner asked.

Without thinking too much, Yu Zizhou automatically classified the other party as an international student who was used to being late and liked to watch the show.

He waved his hands with the mentality of fooling the stupid foreigner, and even grabbed the red hair who was still not very clear about his sanity, completely ignoring the other party's struggle, and the two brothers seemed to smile: "We are good friends just kidding."

"Can the little foreign devil understand? How do you speak English..."

"Wearefriends! Relationship, nice!" Yu Zizhou, who had finished showing off his English level in the second grade of primary school, confidently bent his elbow twice to Jiang Yu who was standing behind, trying to get him to come forward and show a few words bravely.

But before Jiang Yu could finish rolling her eyes and deal with the aftermath, the loyal little red-haired brother lying on the corner of the wall suddenly started to blow himself up, shouting like a flashback: "Student, don't believe it! Don't believe it! Help!!"

Yu Zizhou was caught off guard by this wave of vicious people's first complaints, his face froze with embarrassment, so he could only swear "fuck" in a low voice, lamenting in his heart that the world is going downhill, and the unhealthy society has lost professional ethics.

Originally, he didn't react very quickly, but he couldn't think of any way to make amends, so he quickly gestured for Brother Pei for help.

However, it was empty.

Pei Yanqiu reacted quickly and moved even faster. While the others were still watching what happened, he had a premonition that something was wrong and ran away. The two left behind didn't even have a chance to appreciate their heroic posture when they climbed over the wall.

Jiang Yu scolded "animal", and was just about to follow Pei Yanqiu's route to "die" together, when she turned her head and saw the sudden realization on the face of the handsome foreign guy not far away, and even a flash of incomprehension in his eyes excited.

Jiang Yu, whose intuition has always been accurate in such matters, suddenly sounded an alarm in his heart.

So, accompanied by the gangster's cry for help, the red-haired perpetual motion machine cursing, and the crisp and melodious class bell, the man smiled and nodded and waved behind him.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, two men in the security uniform of Jincheng Middle School walked in from the alley against the light.

The seemingly harmless international friends leisurely put on their glasses in the chaos of fleeing in a hurry, and unhurriedly clipped their work badges on the pockets of their shirts.

He was holding a plastic bag in his hand, which contained two bites of multigrain pancakes, and the smell of sauce wafted out from the gap, which was a smokey smell that contrasted greatly with his appearance.

This very successful localized man of righteousness and courage smiled softly, his tone was warm and friendly, and he spoke fluent Chinese and his words were correct. He succinctly made two groups of people hear the murmur from hell:

"Students from our school lined up to meet Director Niu, and people outside the school were waiting at the gate for the police uncle to pick them up."

After finishing speaking, he clapped his palms and continued to urge with a smile on his face: "Why are you standing still? Get moving! Don't increase the workload on the teachers."

A gust of spring breeze blew the faint fragrance of magnolia flowers, and the work card in front of his chest was blown twice. The one-inch photo on it was so beautiful that it was amazing, and two lines of words were clearly printed next to the school badge:

Name: Ye Jue

Position: Intern Psychological Counselor

15 minutes later

Watching the hard-working public servants pack up and take away several social youths wearing bright silver shackles, Ye Jue lamented the high efficiency of the grassroots police in Huaguo, but also inevitably worried about his internship life in the next three months.

On the first day of work, Ye Jue could not help but wonder if the teacher's description of Jincheng Middle School was really objective.

Ye Jue came to the Department of Psychology of Ningda University as an exchange at the beginning of the year, but he did not expect that the teaching plans of the two countries are really different. One month after the laboratory was assigned, the research group was dismantled by the tutor and sent out to do social practice.

Although Ye Jue's transcripts over the years are all excellent, and he can use his second language freely under the influence of his Chinese father, but the most sought-after projects are still not his turn.

It's not for anything else, it's just that the timing of his arrival is not coincidental, and the procedures for entering the medical system as an intern as a foreigner are too cumbersome, and it's too late to make up for it.

In the end, the instructor was reluctant to wrong this good-natured and obedient student, and took the initiative to contact him with a job as a high school psychological counselor in Ningcheng, so Ye Jue would not have nothing to do this semester.

"Although Jincheng is a private school, it has a good style of study and strict discipline. The quality of the students and the office environment are among the best in the city. You have more money and less work, and you have a lot of leisure. You can also have enough time to prepare your thesis. It's the best of both worlds." .”

That's what the instructor Professor Sun said at the time.

While recalling, Ye Jue turned his face to look at classmate Yu Zizhou, who was secretly winking at the sad gangsters, and couldn't help sighing.

What else can I do, just make do with it.

Saying goodbye to Director Niu who came out to pick up problem students with a livid face, Ye Jue was not in a hurry to go back to the office. The pancakes in his hand were already completely cold after being delayed by this episode.

Anyway, there is no need to check in today, Ye Jue turned around and headed towards the snack street east of the school as if he wanted to carry out everyone's stereotype of the free and undisciplined foreign friends.

Work can start late, and breakfast must be on time.

But just as he was passing by the alley just now, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Ye Jue is a bit short-sighted. At first, he just passed by and heard noises, so he called the security guards to go to check it routinely. After he put on glasses, he couldn't see the details clearly at all.

Adhering to the principle of "being a monk for a day hitting the clock for a day", the intern Ye Jue thought for a while, and finally decided to demand himself with the responsibility norms of a people's teacher, and immediately changed his path and walked in.

A few common street fighting weapons were scattered on the uneven concrete floor, nothing special.

But in the middle of them, close to the bottom of the wall at the end of the alley, there is a green book lying upright, with a gold-plated title clearly printed in five large characters-"Microeconomics".

If there seems to be no sunlight shining on it through the clouds, it inexplicably adds a little bit of peace to the circle of "swords, guns, swords and halberds" around it.

Ye Jue: ...?

Ye Jue went up to pick up the book, and while brushing off the stains on it, he also tried to dissect why the unscrupulous teenagers in Huaguo had such a deviation in the positioning of the props they took advantage of during fights.

He didn't understand, but he was shocked.

Suddenly, two drops of water hit Ye Jue's glasses impartially.

It's raining.

Ye Jue, who didn't develop a good habit of watching the weather forecast and didn't bring an umbrella, raised his head reflexively.

However, a figure broke into his eyes unexpectedly.

Sitting on the short and thick locust tree on the other side of the wall was a handsome male classmate, and there was a crack in his indifferent expression the moment he met Ye Jue's eyes.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally, before Ye Jue could organize his words to ask questions, the boy who appeared in a strange place spoke first.

I saw that his original vigilant attitude relaxed like resignation to fate, and most of the sharpness in his eyes disappeared in good time, and he even dodged his eyes because of embarrassment. Obvious grievance.

The boy hesitated and asked softly: "I said I escaped to avoid them, do you believe me?"

Ye Jue looked at the other party's very long legs curled up on the branch of the tree, and no matter how roughly estimated that he was about 1.8 meters tall, he shook his head with complicated emotions: "I don't quite believe it..."

"I even think that you can beat ten hooligans of that level by yourself."

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Xiao Pei: My wife has discerning eyes.

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[The following is the copywriting of the pre-received article "After the merger of parallel worlds [Quick Transmigration]"~]

Xia Xijin, a young street writer, suddenly discovered that he could remember all the dreams he had recently very clearly, as if he had really experienced it himself.

In the beginning, he would hold back the character design and try not to do anything out of line, but after getting used to it, he completely let himself go.

dreaming

He is sometimes a violent and top-notch Alpha who became famous at a young age.

She was scolded as a cunning fish, with nothing but her face and pheromones. Xiaoxia was enlightened. She was uneducated, so she immediately quit the group and signed up for the adult college entrance examination. She majored in animal husbandry, which is practical.

Sometimes it is the young master of Jianzong who is stunningly talented and cold-tempered.

But cultivating immortals is boring, and bigu is even more anti-human. He cooks a hot pot in front of the mountain gate in a grandiose manner, and chats with the elders of the sect.

Sometimes he becomes a bigwig in the technology industry, the real identity is the dragon kind.

Sitting on thousands of dollars of wealth but a well-known iron cock, hoarding is a dragon's nature?It shouldn't be.

Doing charity and investing indiscriminately, Mr. Xia will pay for the consumption of the audience tonight!

Sometimes it's even more outrageous, when he falls on the male favorite who can only save his life by lingering with the god master every night.

Xiaoxia, who can only write about Qingshui in writing, didn't dare to make trouble this time, he blushed at the god master in messy robes: help!Don't come here!

......

After waking up and remembering all the details, Xia Xijin wrote the events of her dream into a book, but never expected it to become popular.

Xia Xijin, who has made a lot of money: Tsk, I made a mistake, I should collect more materials.

But suddenly one day, his world merged with several other parallel worlds...

After the parties signed a harmonious coexistence agreement, Xia Xijin inadvertently saw the "selves" in her dream on the news, and the identity information was exactly the same as in memory.

And according to the rumors, the mentality of these big guys seems to be abnormal, and they will lose consciousness occasionally, and then do incredible things.

Xia Xijin, who suddenly had a great realization:  …

Question, is it still too late for me to run away?

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