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After day after day of intensive care by the aunt at home, and Zhuang Xianrui's daily rehabilitation training, Zhuang Yanrui's right forearm has almost recovered. Except that he can't use his strength, his daily life is no longer a problem.

It had been more than a week since school started before he dawdled back to Zhucheng.

When I got home, I didn't mention going to school. I just squatted in the bedroom and never took my eyes off the computer screen.He was really trained by Zhuang Yuan, so he curled up on the sofa and played mobile games to pass the time. While he was bored, several messages suddenly appeared in the WeChat group chat.

Zhuang Yan is used to changing his WeChat name based on his current state of mind, and his nickname is often changed. He does not socialize extensively, and does not join many groups. He usually gets closer to a few people in his class, and most of them just play games. Among the netizens I know, apart from the few class groups that need to be added, the most active one is the "stupid" group.

"Stupid" is a comment made by Zhuang Yan himself, and the full name of the group is [The Last Glory of This Era].

This group was established when Hou Yu was in his freshman year of high school. He said that he and Zhuang Yan met Ji with great difficulty, but they had to face the situation of being in a different school. He was afraid that the two would drift apart without a common language, so he deliberately recruited a group. Group, he and Zhuang Yan's mutual friends are stuffed in it, there are always more than 20 in Lingling, but most of them are diving, and only those few talk every time.

Yan Yan swiped open the screen, and saw the group of "stupid" red numbers growing rapidly, waiting for Yu to crazily attack him inside.

[Talky monkey]: @端arm神雕侠, Zhuangzi!I seem to have seen that black mask in your school!

[Talky monkey]: The one that knocked your arm off!

[Talky monkey]: Although I don't remember his face very clearly, I will never remember his unique pretentious temperament!

[Mouth monkey]: There are black masks, damn it, wearing a fucking mask at school, the king of kings!

Zhuang Yan frowned, his wrist ached from time to time, to be honest, he really didn't swallow this breath.

[Broken Arm Condor Man]: Are you sure it's our school?I had never seen this person in Nineteen High School before.

[Talking Monkey]: It's true!If you don’t believe me, ask the kitchen knife @青龙凤月刀

[Qinglong Yanyue Knife]: Actually, I didn’t see it. It said it came out from the gate of Class 1. Didn’t it just happen to be Brother Yan’s class?

[Mouth monkey]: I'll go?You two are not in the same class?

[Qinglong Yanyue Dao]: I am a liberal arts subject. The original Class 3 was divided into Class 1 of Science, and I left.Physics is too perverted, dead logic can't afford it!

Solemn was also a little surprised.

[Broken Arm Condor Man]: Did you choose liberal arts?

These words irritated Cai Yinggang.

[Qinglong Yanyue Knife]:! ! !

He sent a string of yin and yang strange voice.

[Qinglong Yanyue Knife]: "Hehe, it's such a spring breeze! Should I feel honored? Brother Yan, I thank you for your concern. Last semester, I talked to you at least ten times in the back of my ass. You are so noble and forget things. !"

Zhuang Yan huddled on the sofa that no one was seeing, scratched his nose a little guiltyly, moved his buttocks to lie down in a comfortable position, and teased Zhou Dize again in the group.

[Broken Arm Condor Hero]: @白帝城主, how about you, liberal arts and science?

[White Emperor City Lord]: Brother Yan, don't worry, stay firm in science!

The group was quiet for half a minute, and Zhou Dize replied with a long string of messages.

[City Master Baidi]: However, I don't know any black masks, but the new transfer students in our class do always wear masks and hats.He seems to be very afraid of getting exposed to the sun, and he even draws the curtains tightly during class. Anyway, his behavior is quite different from ordinary people, but he is quite handsome. Many girls in the class are crazy about him.

[Talking monkey]: That's definitely him, he didn't run away!What's his name... I remember Luo Luo mentioned it to me, it seems to be something...

[White Emperor City Lord]: Chu Chen?

Just about to quit the group chat and continue to play with the solemnity of cutting fruit: "..."

It doesn't matter if the characters are correct, the pronunciation is correct anyway, and the black mask is handsome, so it's not a coincidence that there are too many coincidences. Solemn is almost 100% sure of the identity of that person.

……

Zhucheng No.19 Middle School is located on Shengbei West Road, which is the city center surrounded by towering buildings of all kinds.

On the day when Zhuang Yan returned to school, Zhucheng had not experienced a hazy drizzle for a long time. The rain had not been heavy. It had been foggy since the morning, the ground was half wet but not wet, and the astringent smell of soil in the air lingered for a long time.

With a schoolbag on one shoulder solemnly, he walked up the steps unsteadily. He tried hard to open his eyelids, but he couldn't open them completely.

This morning he woke up at 06:30 to take a shower for the first time. Zhuang Yuan was very surprised by his energetic appearance. Unexpectedly, it took only half an hour for him to reveal his true colors.

When he climbed up to the fourth floor with difficulty and habitually walked to the last row of seats in the class, he saw a person sitting on the seat who was reading with great interest.

"Student." Zhuang Yan threw his schoolbag on the desk with a snap, startling the student who was studying hard.

"what?"

He was tall, with a very bad complexion, and he was quite aggressive. The skinny male student stared in horror, "What's wrong... What's wrong, classmate?"

"This is my seat." Zhuang Yan hurried away: "Hurry up and change your seat, hurry up, I'm sleepy."

After speaking, he yawned appropriately.

"I..." The male student glanced at the several gazes from around him, rubbed the paper in his book helplessly, and didn't move.

The solemnity got a little angry: "I—"

"Solemn!" Before he could speak, there was a sudden yell at the door: "What are you doing here! Did you know it after reading it in the morning? Go back to your class!"

Zhuang Yan was revived by the smoky noise. He turned his head to look at the podium and saw a familiar face, "Hey, Mr. Wang, what's the matter, you didn't take Class 2 this semester, you took our class instead?"

This playful tone successfully attracted a few giggles, and Wang Luosheng blew his beard and stared: "Are you still asleep? Look clearly, this is Class 3 of the first year of high school, there is no Class 2, and there is no class of yours!"

He deliberately bit the word "your class" very strongly.

Grade one and three?

Zhuang Yan suddenly woke up and looked around in a daze.

The bell for the morning reading had already rang twice, and the seats in the class were already full. At this time, everyone's eyes were on him, the unexpected visitor.

Most of the people looked surprised, mixed with a few girls who looked at him with a smile and covered their mouths and whispered.

The atmosphere is generally quiet, even a little embarrassingly quiet.

Yep, dozed off completely.

Solemnly and calmly, he grabbed the empty schoolbag on the table and hung it back on his shoulders, his ears were slightly hot, he said "oh" in a righteous way, and then quickly slipped away without stopping.

After he left, some students asked: "Sheng Yan? Teacher, he is Zhuang Yan!"

Wang Luosheng nodded, "Well, this brat is not doing his job all day long, so don't imitate him."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, the classroom immediately exploded.

"Who is Majestic? Is it powerful?"

"Who cares about him, he's so handsome!"

"Solemn, the one who beat the teacher to the hospital last year, wow, he is very famous. I thought it was a rough Stallone, but I didn't expect to look like this."

"Why did he hit the teacher?"

"..."

Zhuang Yan is quite famous in school. He is good-looking and has a nickname. Adolescent boys and girls are always obsessed with pursuing beautiful things. Mentally immature seventeen or eighteen year olds yearn for the momentary heartbeat most, and firmly believe in eternity.

Then there is the spread of rumors.Zhuang Yan originally studied in the [-]th Middle School, which was ranked among the top three high schools in Zhucheng. As a result, he transferred to the [-]th Middle School just two weeks after the school started. , so far no one knows.

Later, in front of the whole class, Zhuang Yan punched and punched until the class teacher resigned, causing a great commotion in the [-]th Middle School.

Like this kind of half-baked pugao who has been promoted from the middle school, the most indispensable thing is the little hooligan students who are fooling around.

Usually there are a few small fights that are not painful, and the teacher talks back in class, at most, he goes to the cafeteria to jump around in a naughty way, and beats the teacher to the hospital.

Therefore, Zhuang Yan's "feat" of resisting the teacher's oppression, as well as his free and undisciplined learning attitude, the alien and poor students in the eyes of the teacher, have naturally become their pursuit and worship.

At this time, the object of their admiration lost his way in the school where he had studied for a year.Majestic and confused, he wandered around the hall on the first floor of Huizhi Building a few times, but he really couldn't remember which high school building it was.

Just as he was about to pull out his phone to ask someone, he bumped into a familiar looking person.

The man was not tall, and he walked tall and straight. He wore a white short-sleeved upper body and light-colored jeans. He looked quite youthful, like a student.

"Student Zhuang Yan." Qiao Feng squinted his eyes, "How is it? Are there any problems with your hands?"

"Well, it's almost there." When someone came to him, Zhuang Yan recognized that this young man was probably his class teacher. He vaguely remembered that he raised a kitchen knife, and he met him at a close distance last semester.

"Hong...uh" What kind of boss is here?Zhuang Yan was stunned, he couldn't remember what the teacher's last name was, but when it came to gang leaders, he only remembered Hong Qigong and Huang Rong.

He simply gave up: "Good morning, teacher."

"My surname is Qiao." Qiao Feng was not a few years older than him, and he knew best what his momentary pause and erratic eyes meant.

"Mr. Qiao good morning." Solemn and kind.

Qiao Feng nodded, seeing his bewildered expression, smiled lightly as he walked, "Why are you standing here? I've already started my morning reading, so I'm late for class on the first day."

"I just arrived, passing by." Zhuang Yan followed him about half a meter away.After he finished speaking, he saw the corners of the leader of Joe's mouth crazily raised, and he looked back at him with a see-through joke in his eyes.

Qiao Feng said: "The second year of high school is in the Boxue Building, which is the closest to the school gate. How did you bypass the Duxing Building and pass by the Huizhi Building?"

solemn:"……"

Zhuang Yan didn't say a word, he curled up his index finger, hooked the strap of the schoolbag, his fingers slid along the fabric, and the schoolbag collapsed in half, and he picked it up again.

The two sides walked in silence for a while, and just entered the lobby of Bo Xue Building, Zhuang Yan saw a slender figure at the stairs.

"Student Chu Chen."

Qiao Feng took two quick steps and greeted Chu Chen.

It was drizzling today, Chu Chen was neither wearing a mask nor a hat, and a transparent umbrella with tiny drops of water was hooked on his left finger.

The boy's hair is slightly long, and his bangs are laid quietly on his forehead. He is wearing the black and white school uniform of the [-]th Middle School, and the zipper of the jacket is pulled up to the top. A few traces of vigorous youth.

He nodded to Qiao Feng as a greeting, he turned around and walked upstairs without even looking at Zhuang Yan who was following behind.

Zhuang Yan flicked his tongue, but he didn't mind.

After confirming that this person was in the same class as him, his desire for revenge seemed to be less intense than it was at the beginning. He preferred the torment of boiling a frog in warm water to the crisp and neat cutting.