I'm jealous, but I don't say

"Tell me about this question." In the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-], the middle-aged male teacher wearing glasses looked down at the students' test papers, and couldn't figure out the answer for a while, but he didn't panic at all, and raised his voice calmly: "This type of question, the teacher has talked about it in the previous class."

"Well, I'll find a classmate to explain this question to everyone." The male teacher quickly turned his gaze to the window seat in the last row of the classroom, "Shen Song, come here."

Hearing this, Shen Song stood up slowly.

In the afternoon, the glow of the sky poured down through the window, outlining the young man's handsome and profound facial features and his slender and straight figure with bright golden edges.

He has a pair of melancholy and innocent grape eyes, the pupils of which are like black glass beads, extremely transparent and bright, but bottomless, making his calm expression look a bit inhuman and cold for no reason.

"The last big question in the third set of simulation papers." The male teacher hurriedly reminded.

Shen Song turned to that page, glanced at the question quickly, spent almost no time thinking, and said in a cold tone: "There are usually three solutions to this question..."

His speaking speed is neither fast nor slow, and his explanations are simple and easy to understand. Even the students who usually choose to give up the last big question can easily understand it.

"Very good, please sit down." When he finished speaking, the male teacher said with a smile: "Now, everyone understands."

After a while, the school bell rang.

Today is Friday, and it is rare that they don't have to study at night. The students of Jiashi No. [-] Middle School quickly packed their schoolbags and rushed out of the classroom in groups.

Shen Song didn't leave in a hurry, he laid down on the table lazily as if he had no bones, opened a book and propped it in front of his eyes, blocking the bright sunlight coming in from the window.

The desk wasn't spacious enough, half of his arms were hanging in the air, the muscles were smooth and thin, and the knuckles of his fingers were well defined.

In the classroom, a few students were cleaning lightly, as if they were afraid of disturbing him.

After about ten minutes, the students had almost left, and Shen Song was about to leave.

At this time, a boy who was as thin as a stick rushed into the classroom in a hurry, without breathing well, he shouted in a rough voice: "Brother Song, that kid Jiang An is meddling in his own business again, and has provoked me." Those little gangsters from No. [-] Middle School next door! There are probably five or six people on the other side, I, I can't stand it when I see it..."

As soon as he entered the classroom, Ma Gan'er ran towards Shen Song, his face was anxious, but his voice subconsciously lowered a few degrees.

Pointing at the sky with two fingers, he yelled, "I swear I stopped him. I tried my best to stop him, but I couldn't stop him. Brother Song, you also know that kid, a rebellious middle school boy , It really doesn't make people worry about it for a day!"

The stick rushed too fast and almost stuck to Shen Song's body.

In early autumn, the hot and sweaty breath on the boy's body came rushing towards his face. Shen Song frowned almost imperceptibly. With a sudden exertion on his waist and abdomen, the seat moved back more than one meter, and the chair legs made a sharp rubbing sound against the tiled floor. The chattering Ma Ganer suddenly fell silent, and moved back instinctively.

The classmate who was cleaning couldn't help but flinched, quickly lowered his eyelids, and glanced here cautiously.

I saw him stretching casually, and when his arm fell, he rubbed it on the top of his head. The soft dark brown hair fluttered back and forth with his fingers, and a bunch of helpless hair was messed up in the wind. , which inexplicably softened his displeased face.

Shen Song half-raised his eyes to look at Ma Gan'er, but before he could speak, Ma Gan'er immediately understood and pointed to the door: "Oh, the old place, behind the west gate..."

Before he could finish chattering, Shen Song took a step forward and strode out.

Seeing this, Ma Gan'er quickly helped him pack his schoolbag, and trotted after him, "Brother Song, wait for me!"

The old alley behind the west gate of Jiashi No. 90 Middle School is a product of the [-]/[-]s of the last century. It is crowded and narrow, dark and cramped, and there is a decadent atmosphere everywhere.

"Yo, it's you again, you really meddle in your own business?!" Yi Huang Mao threw his school uniform over his shoulder, dragged his long tune, and looked at Jiang An with a vicious voice.

Jiang An was tall and thin, and his short black hair made him look very refreshing and sunny.

At this moment, I saw him blocking a boy with a drooping head behind him, and replied with a playful smile: "I don't know what kind of evil fate this is, but it just happened to me again. Why, the big iron gate of No. [-] Middle School today Didn't lock you up properly, and let you run wild at the gate of our No. [-] Middle School?"

"I said you kid, do you want to be beaten!" Jiang An successfully aroused the other party's anger, and five or six students who were angry all came to him.

The boy who was protected by him was so frightened that he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, his hands tightly clutching the straps of his schoolbag.

Jiang An glanced at the pale boy from the corner of his eye, and took him back strategically with a sense of current affairs.

Seeing this, the people on the opposite side became more and more arrogant.

Huang Mao sneered and said, "Are you scared? Get the hell out of here if you know you're scared!"

"No wonder your No. 13 Middle School is the worst middle school in the city. It's only been a few days since Brother Song beat you to the ground last time, so you forgot?" Jiang An sneered, "Who should get out, you don't know Does [-] count?"

As soon as Shen Song was mentioned, the angry punks were forced to calm down, even their footsteps stopped unconsciously.Several people looked at each other, Huang Mao straightened his back subconsciously, and said in a high voice: "Don't scare me, Shen Song is a fart, don't say he is not here at the moment, he is here , so many of us, are we afraid of him alone?"

Without giving Jiang An a chance to speak, Huang Mao immediately found a way for himself: "I would like to advise you, today's matter has nothing to do with you, what we are looking for is the little brother behind you, there is something between us and him. Old debts must be settled slowly. If you want to leave, hurry up, if you walk slowly, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

Hearing this, the boy was terrified and grabbed Jiang An's arm, fearing that Jiang An would leave him alone, and explained tremblingly, "I-I don't know them. Really, I don't know them."

When Jiang An used to spend all day in Internet cafes, he had seen this group of gangsters from No. [-] Middle School threatening students and extorting money more than once.

In his opinion, this group of people are stragglers with little talent and mediocre courage. They usually like to bluff, and when they run out of money, they wander around the school, looking for students who are alone.

However, at this moment, the boy pinched his arm sorely that he had no choice but to retract his wandering thoughts for a while, and he turned around and gave him a comforting look.

Seeing that the boy had managed to calm down a bit, Jiang An pulled his arm out of his hand, looked at Huang Mao and the others again, and said chattingly: "It's just that I have nothing to do right now, waiting for Brother Song is just waiting, how about you Let me tell you about the old accounts between you, and as an outsider, I can still judge you."

"Give you a step, and you'll get out of here, don't push yourself!" Huang Mao clenched his fists, wishing he could rush up and rub Jiang An on the ground, but when he thought about the last time Shen Song kicked him in the back The bruises on his body are not completely healed, and his legs and feet are a little out of control.

As soon as the words fell, the sharp-eyed yellow hair saw someone coming from Ximen from a distance, among the two people in front of the one behind, who stood out from the crowd, if not Shen Song?

He gritted his teeth resentfully, and yelled at the boy: "I have something to do today, so I will let you go first, and don't let me catch you next time!"

While talking, he waved his group of brothers to leave, and suddenly heard a low growl from behind: "Hey, hey, I said what are you brats doing here after school?!"

Huang Mao was not unfamiliar with this voice, it was the voice of Director Li, the police officer in charge of the school.

"It's really bad luck." Huang Mao cursed in a low voice, and when he passed by Director Li, he replied angrily, "I'll go back now."

Director Li stared at them as they walked away with stern eyes, and when he turned around, he saw Shen Song here, and immediately asked with an expression of hatred for iron and steel, "Shen Song, I said you are going to fight again Yes or no?"