I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

As soon as Ran Yuanxing said this, the effect was not worse than Nan Yirong's confrontation just now. The faces of several teachers turned blue and purple, which was so complicated that it made people feel distressed.

There was dead silence all around, and after a full 30 seconds, the Goldman Sachs were the first to retrieve the language system, and hesitated: "Yuanxing, are you serious? They didn't do anything?"

Before Ran Yuanxing could answer, Nan Yirong's younger brother jumped out first, and rushed to say: "It's the one who was beaten by Ran Xueba. Teacher, if you don't believe me, I'll show you the back of my ass—" As he said that, he wanted to pick it up Lower your pants to prove your innocence.

"Okay, you stand up for me!" The head teacher of class 7 jumped in the eyebrows, and pulled his hands behind him and pressed them down.

When he raised his head, there was no bitterness and hatred on his face. He glanced at the head teacher with a smile, and finally landed on the grade teacher Zhao Lei, "Director, look at this..."

Zhao Lei nodded, thinking about how to speak.

Ran Yuanxing, who was opposite him, suddenly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to wrap around Nan Yirong's neck, and said with a smile:

"Ms. Zhao, I beat someone with my hands, but there is a reason for it. If Nan Yirong didn't find someone to block me to provoke me, and wanted to educate me, I don't think I would have fought back so impulsively."

Nan Yirong was originally standing on the sidelines watching the play, and he was quite happy that he was already hanging high. Hearing what Ran Yuanxing said, he couldn't help but look at him sideways.

Ran Yuanxing raised his eyebrows at him and smiled with crooked eyes.

Everyone's eyes once again focused on Nan Yirong.

Nan Yirong is tired, he has a cold temper, and the principle of dealing with things is that no one offends me and I will not offend others, and he rarely conflicts with others.

The series of messy things in front of him has made him impatient until now.

He secretly breathed out, pulled off Ran Yuanxing's hand around his neck, and said slowly: "I did find someone to block Ran Yuanxing, it was my fault, I won't do it next time."

There was a flash of surprise in Ran Yuanxing's eyes, he thought that Nan Yirong would confront him, but he didn't expect to admit his mistake so simply.

The teachers and Goldman Sachs probably didn't expect that Nan Yirong would be the first to give in, and the expression on his face was momentarily blank.

Only Nan Yirong's three younger brothers were filled with righteous indignation when they heard this, and they rushed to speak out, but they were glared at by the head teacher, and they immediately became honest and lowered their heads in frustration.

In the end, the senior director made a final decision and asked each of them to go back and write a thousand-word self-criticism, emphasizing that they must go on stage after the flag-raising ceremony on Monday to be supervised by the teachers and students of the school, and then waved them back to class.

A few people left listlessly.

Class One is on the second floor, and Class Seven is on the third floor. Nan Yirong and his four younger brothers separated at the stairs. Looking up, Ran Yuanxing, who was walking in front of them, stood there motionless, as if they were waiting for him.

Nan Yirong watched them silently, and Ran Yuanxing laughed first. He walked to Nan Yirong's side, and deliberately lowered his voice, "We are also friends who share weal and woe. Brother Nan, are you together?"

This address is obviously learned from Lumao and the others, but unlike the tone of the four younger brothers, this call Nan Ge is full of ridicule.

Nan Yirong raised his eyes, and Ran Yuanxing smiled at him with crooked eyebrows.

Nan Yirong withdrew his eyes, turned his head suddenly, and whispered into his ear: "Aren't you tired of such a fake smile? Are you a flattering personality?"

Ran Yuanxing paused with a smile on his face, Nan Yirong had already straightened up, and left without looking back.

Ran Yuanxing looked at his back, shook his head at Goldman Sachs and the others who came over with a questioning face, and restored their smiling faces: "It's okay, let's go, let's go into the classroom."

When they arrived at the door of the classroom, Ran Yuanxing found that Nan Yirong, who was a few steps ahead of them, hadn't entered yet, standing straight with his back to them, couldn't help being a little puzzled, but he held back for the time being, and shouted a report with Goldman Sachs and the others.

The English teacher Xu Miaomiao was in class. When she heard them calling for a report, she stopped writing on the blackboard and looked over, and said angrily, "Did you play crazy last PE class? Come in."

Several people agreed, and while walking in, Ran Yuanxing subconsciously looked back at Nan Yirong.

Nan Yirong still kept his back straight, but his face sank.