The new transfer student is strong enough to burst

a new day.

An Xue woke up after the alarm clock rang twice, and stared blankly at the slightly unfamiliar room, only to remember that she was in the dormitory assigned by the sub-bureau at the moment.

The phone next to the bed lit up, showing today's schedule.

[Tell a ghost story—the third year of high school starts early. 】

An Xue: "..."

Turning off the screen with a blank expression, An Xue got up to wash, change clothes, and prepare to go out.

There are only one or two white clouds in the sky, and the streets and alleys are full of life.

An Xue walked to a banyan tree and stopped.

There are two identical roads on both sides, without landmarks, An Xue clicked on the navigation.

While searching for the destination, there was a rustling sound in my ear.

The leaves moved, and a boy turned over the alley wall. His movements were skillful, and he jumped directly onto the huge banyan tree with his palms, and slid down the trunk. He didn't notice a person standing under the tree until he passed the tree shadow. , caught off guard and met An Xue's gaze.

A rather ostentatious young man, who almost fell from the sky, with a loose T-shirt turned up, and a black bag on one shoulder.

A group of people chased out from an alley not far away, each holding an iron rod. The leader pointed at this place and shouted loudly: "He is here! The thing is in his hand!"

The boy stopped his body and threw the bag into An Xue's arms: "Hey, why did you snatch my bag?!"

He dropped these words and jumped back to the tree with ease, leaving An Xue surrounded by a group of fierce gods.

"Bag, give it to me." The group of people only recognized the bag, not the person. The leader in the flower shirt weighed the iron rod and took a step forward.

An Xue: "..."

He looked up, and the boy hiding behind the thick leaves said to him with his mouth: "Come on—come on—"

An Xue: "..."

I don't know what's in the bag, it's quite heavy, An Xue made a throwing gesture, aimed at the boy and threw the bag upwards, then turned her head——

The flower shirt was stunned, and before he could react, his wrist was pinched, and the iron rod in his hand was taken away. He only heard a few sounds of the iron rod hitting the flesh, and then a series of screams.

In 2 minutes, everyone fell to the ground, and a group of social youths screamed and screamed while holding their bruised legs.

Behind him, the boy held the bag and jumped down from the tree: "Oh! My friend! You are so strong!"

An Xue ignored him, just looked at him, staring at his face carefully.

The young man's complexion is cold and pale, the tails of his eyes are slightly raised, and he looks a little smiling, with a tear mole dotted on the corner of his eye.

An Xue looked at it seriously and frowned slightly.

The next second, the boy suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed An Xue's right arm, blocked him behind him, raised his foot and kicked the social youth who was rushing towards them with a stick.

The iron rod hit the ground with a "bang", and the man had a footprint on his chest, and he curled up in pain.

The next moment, An Xue couldn't help but put the boy down with her backhand, pinched his shoulder with her palm and bumped it to the ground, her brows were cold.

Boy: "?"

Boy: "Can you give me a reason for being suppressed?"

That was a completely subconscious reaction, An Xue let go of his hand: "I don't like being touched." He paused, "The right side."

"Right side?" The boy stood up, patted the ashes behind him, and grasped the key words, "Is it the right hand or all? Is the waist also okay? What about the legs? What about the face? Can I pinch it?"

An Xue frowned: "... Tsk."

The boy lowered his head and laughed sullenly. He had had enough of laughing, and when he looked up, An Xue stared at him again with indescribable eyes.

After a while, An Xue asked: "There seems to be a KFC nearby, which way should I go?"

Stuck for so long just want to ask the way?

The boy couldn't help laughing again, and didn't answer directly: "You are very interesting. Shouldn't you be angry when you encounter this kind of thing early in the morning? Or ask what happened? At least you should be curious about what is in the bag, right? "

"It's so troublesome." An Xue said in a lazy voice, "How do I get to KFC?"

"What's your name, Mr. Trouble?"

"KFC."

"It's a strange name."

An Xue raised her eyes and glanced at him lightly, not wanting to ask any more, she clicked on the navigation.

The boy smiled again, looked at An Xue, and the smile stayed on the corner of his mouth: "Go to the right, and you can go straight across the road."

"Thank you." An Xue put on her earphones, walked around the social youth lying on the ground, leaving behind a messy and strange youth, and left.

Two cities and one middle school.

"In that house, ghosts appeared."

The curtains of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High were drawn tightly to block the light. Xing Siyuan sat in the middle with a flashlight from bottom to top, trying to create a terrifying atmosphere as much as possible.

His voice was very low, and the ending was very long: "It's obvious that no one lives in it, and the water and electricity have been cut off, but the lights in the courtyard of the villa are always on, no matter how you turn them off, they can't be turned off."

"Sometimes, there will be blood and bloody palm prints on the wall, and more and more will flow, and more and more will flow."

"Passing by the villa late at night, you will hear horrible cries, and 'creaking', the sound of bones being crushed..."

"Wow!" Suddenly someone yelled, the girl who was a little less timid screamed and covered her eyes, the curtains were pulled open violently, and warm light poured in.

Xing Siyuan: "Huaizixing, are you poisonous?!"

Huai Zixing: "Tell ghost stories in broad daylight? You are similar."

Xing Siyuan turned off the flashlight: "So are you interested in participating in our courage test! Go deep into the haunted house in the suburbs..."

"Wait, wait!" Huai Zixing interrupted him, "Listen to me first."

As a know-it-all in the fourth class, Huai Zixing can always dig up some gossip, and boys and girls gather around one after another.

"What's the matter?"

As a vlog blogger, professionalism is indispensable. Huai Zixing set up the stabilizer unhurriedly, and turned the camera to himself: "Ahem, Huai Zixing's diary for the beginning of the third year of high school."

He looked for a few more angles, and when he was finally satisfied, he said slowly, "I heard that our class is going to have a transfer student today."

"real or fake?!"

"Transfer from high school?"

"How was his grades at his old school?"

"Still transferred to our school? Do you think the exams are not strong enough or the homework is not enough? Are you here to suffer?"

The boys responded more honestly and focused on their studies.

When the girls heard that a transfer student was coming, their eyes lit up.

"Our new classmate, is he handsome?! Is he tall?!"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"What's the name? Does it sound good?!"

The girls were full of anticipation, Huai Zixing scratched his head: "I don't know."

Girls: "...what use are you for!"

Before Huai Zixing had time to complain, someone yelled "The old class is here!" The noisy classroom immediately fell silent, and there was a sound of tables and chairs being moved, and everyone returned to their seats.

The head teacher led the transfer students into the classroom.

As soon as I stepped on the podium, there was a buzzing sound below, the girls pulled each other at the same table, and some stomped their feet.

Transfer student, so handsome!

good!tread!horse!handsome!

Class teacher: "Come and introduce yourself, let everyone get to know you."

An Xue: "My name is An Xue."

The head teacher smiled and waited for a while: "What else?"

An Xue: "It's gone."

Quite aloof.

The teacher in charge laughed awkwardly.

The transfer student was strange, and so were the parents.

He communicated with the parents of the transfer students through the Internet throughout the whole process, and had never met. This parent is also very individual, and directly said that he could not come to the parent meeting. I hope the teacher will not contact him because of trivial matters, because it is very likely that he will not be able to be contacted. If An Xue needs to ask for leave later, I hope the teacher can directly approve it.

——Obviously sending the children to dawdle.

The homeroom teacher told the parents gently that the school's teaching progress is relatively fast, and the learning mode is different from other high schools. If you transfer in hastily, you may not be able to keep up with the learning progress.

The parent simply ignored the sentence.

Fine.

The head teacher said: "You sit in the third row from the bottom by the window first." Then, he took out a stack of test papers from his bag, "Students, let's start the exam."

An Xue, who hadn't reached her seat yet: "?"

Five minutes later, An Xue got the test paper, a general test paper, with questions for Chinese, Mathematics, English, Physics and Chemistry printed on the same paper. The test lasted three hours.

An hour and a half later, An Xue fell asleep on the table.

He lay there lying on his back, passing one by one around, and couldn't help but look at the transfer students.

Falling asleep within an hour and a half, the days ahead for this transfer student...may not be easy.

An Xue didn't know what the others were thinking.

It was not very comfortable to sleep on the table, and I heard a faint sound of the piano while half asleep and half awake.

The sound of the piano is very light and gentle.

He seemed to have a dream, but also a memory from a long time ago.

He seemed unable to breathe, his neck was choked, he seemed to be dying, and he seemed not.

He saw a person, a vague figure, that person's voice was gentler than the sound of a piano, and he called him: "Ann."

who is it?

he does not know.

There was darkness in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the director and Qian Lin.

They stood in the fire, the orphanage burned down, and he was the only survivor of 36 children.

Qian Lin was a little older than him, blocked his eyes, and said to him: "We will be family from now on, you, me, and the director."

This dream was very uncomfortable and inappropriate, An Xue finally woke up, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Huai Zixing and Xing Siyuan squatting in front of his desk, as if hesitating whether to wake him up.

Seeing An Xue opened his eyes, Huai Zixing breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed to his test paper: "New classmate, it's time to hand in the paper."

An Xue handed it over, and Huai Zixing said, "You may not be used to it. Taking exams at the beginning of school is an old tradition in No. [-] Middle School. Five days before the start of school, take the exam twice a day, and return for three hours. It can directly bring your study status back. "

An Xue: "..."

Seeing the frozen expression of the transfer students, probably because they were frightened by the five consecutive days of exams, Xing Siyuan handed over another flyer.

[Haunted House Adventure of the Hunting Club Courageous Conference]

An Xue: "..."

Soil to explosion.

Xing Siyuan rubbed his hands together: "New classmate, are you interested in haunted house adventures? The Courage Test of the Hunting Club is specially tailored for senior high school students. We don't have to study late these days. We can go to relax together. The event will be held on Thursday , do you want to sign up?"

An Xue stared blankly at the ghost drawn on the leaflet to scare people: "It's so troublesome."

Xing Siyuan: "?"

He returned the flyer to Xing Siyuan and asked, "Did someone play the piano just now?"

"Yes, yes!" Huai Zixing had already walked to the front, and when he heard An Xue asked to play the piano, he immediately catapulted back, "It's the president of our school's student union! There's going to be a competition soon, and he's practicing in the piano room!"

As he said that, Huai Zixing took out a QR code: "Our president is good-looking, gentle, with good grades and a good temper. He can play the piano superbly with one hand. The competition is on weekends. The girls in our class and I— The president of the support club, I plan to go together to cheer for the president, join the support club, let's go together!"

An Xue: "..."

A test of courage and a support club, squatting together like two soliciting customers.

How busy are you in your senior year now?

He wanted to say that he was not very interested, but before he could open his mouth, there was a sudden noise in the classroom. Many girls screamed and ran out of the corridor, and jumped back excitedly with their faces in their hands.

"Huadu! Huadu has come to school!!"

That sound was like blasting a cannon in a snow-capped mountain. The entire corridor was blown up, and everyone walked to the corridor, packed tightly.

That's Huadu!

The top of the entertainment industry!Countless fans!

If you can take a look at Huadu at school, you will be married to your idol!

The girls formed Huadu into a small circle, and followed him while being nympho. Huadu had long been used to such a scene, and could cope with it freely. With a few words, a few glances, there were screams one after another in the corridor.

Huadu walked to the back door of Class [-] with a bunch of little tails like this, and knocked: "I heard there is a test of courage for the Hunting Club here?"

Xing Siyuan ejected, jumped to the back door, and crazily recommended: "Yes, yes, yes! We plan to go to the unmanned villas in the southern suburbs to encounter ghosts, ah, no, try your courage! The time is on Thursday, seven o'clock in the evening!"

Huadu took out the flyer, and on the back of the flyer was the registration form: "I'm here to sign up."

Xing Siyuan was taken aback for a moment, his neck straightened, and he let out a series of goose calls, and finally took the flyer with trembling hands: "Really?!"

"Yeah." Huadu smiled, the big star's face-to-face smile is more visually impactful than in the camera or on the poster, and the "click" sound was continuous.

"The pressure is a bit high recently. Think of a way to adjust it. I happened to see the flyer of the Hunting Club." He clasped his hands together and blinked one eye at the girls taking pictures around him.

Wink!

The girls just felt like their hearts were about to stop.

can can can!

How can I not speak out? !Go around the villa three times to protect the scene!

Amidst the commotion, Huadu and An Xue met eyes.

"A transfer student came to your class?" Hua Du asked, "A new classmate together?"

Xing Siyuan shook his head, a little regretful: "The new classmate may not..."

Before she could finish her sentence, An Xue said, "Well, I'm going."

Xing Siyuan: "?"

An Xue: "I'm looking forward to it."

Huadu raised her brows slowly, smiled, and said, "I'm looking forward to it too."

Ever since Huadu and the transfer students submitted the registration forms, the Courageous Test Conference of the Hunting Club has suddenly become extremely popular, and the number of applicants has far exceeded expectations. There were too many, so Xing Siyuan could only hold a lottery, pick out three more from those who submitted the registration form later, and make up a ten-member team.

On Thursday, the three-hour exam ends in the afternoon.

When leaving school, An Xue passed the music classroom.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and many girls gathered around the door.

"It's the president!"

"It sounds good!"

"Weekend game! I'm looking forward to it!"

"The president is gentle and good-looking, and he can play the piano with good grades. It's simply ideal in the world!"

The twilight is getting thicker, the sunset is gentle, and the sound of the piano is lingering in the corridor, gradually drifting away.

On the way after school, the timid team was excited.

"Can I make a video? I'll take a picture of the daily routine with Ding Liu!" Huai Zixing said.

"No!" Xing Siyuan waved his hand and refused, "We promise that Hua will not record or take pictures."

"Try your courage tonight, cheer on the president on Saturday, the beginning of the third year of high school is really wonderful!" Huai Zixing sighed.

Suburban villa.

Huadu stood in front of the gate, blood flowed from the crack of the gate, he squatted down, and said softly, "I'm back."

In the music classroom.

The setting sun jumped over the window and climbed onto the boy's straight shoulders.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, and together with the tear mole at the corner of his eye, they formed an extremely stunning arc in the light and shadow.

Behind him, countless hands stretched out from a large cloud of black smoke, screaming, struggling, and ready to move.

No one can see it.

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