Dressed as school grass, white moonlight

Wen Yang was so ashamed that he glared at the culprit, and walked ahead with red ears holding the doll's head with only a big white face left.

Shao Ning looked amused from behind, and couldn't help calling out to him, "Go slowly, your legs don't hurt anymore?"

As soon as the young man opened his mouth, the smile in his voice couldn't be hidden. Coupled with his deep voice, it was so nice that it made people's ears go soft.

Wen Yang became even angrier, without even turning his head, he said fiercely, "I want you to take care of it", and strode down the stairs.

But when he got downstairs, Wen Yang was dumbfounded.

The stairs are in the middle, there is a long list of classes on the left, and there is still a long list of classes on the right. Which way should he turn?

Wen Yang hesitated for two seconds, and turned left with his feet. He was about to gamble on his luck. If he made a big mistake, he would turn back, when a familiar voice came from behind him, "Back, turn right."

Wen Yang paused for a moment, but turned back reluctantly, but his expression became even more stinky.

Shao Ning didn't dare to tease him anymore, he didn't smile or talk, and quietly led him to the classroom.

The get out of class bell was about to ring in 2 minutes, and Teacher Ma hadn't come back yet. The class was as noisy as a vegetable market at six o'clock in the morning.

The students are all vegetable vendors, and they all speak loudly, as if no one will come to buy their vegetables if their voices are too low. The monitor Sun Juntao is a black and thin boy who looks very capable It's really a bit like a city management, standing on the podium with a settable and slapping the podium.

"Quiet! Everyone is quiet! get out of class is not over yet!"

It's a pity that none of the hawkers below listened to him, and they kept shouting.

"What do you mean by competing with us on the first day of school? Isn't this a clear way of ignoring our awesome class!"

"That's right! Our military flags are all planted there, and if they dare to come, this is a provocation!"

"Brother Tao! The enemy has already killed us! How can you stand on the podium indifferently and let us be quiet!"

"Is this a matter of a venue! Isn't it! This is a matter of dignity, it is a matter of the dignity of our entire awesome class!"

……

The sound was too loud, even if Wen Yang didn't want to hear it.

Then he discovered that each one of them was probably possessed by Mr. Sparrow, or they were transported back to 80 or [-] years ago. Otherwise, he could understand every word, and they couldn't understand when they were combined together. ?

Picking and picking from the messy words, Wen Yang turned his head to look at Shao Ning, raised his eyebrows, "Steal the spot?"

"Ah," Shao Ning glanced at the chaotic crowd, and explained, "It's just an outdoor labor area, and the third-year students are not allocated. It is said that there is not much space in total, so let me adjust it privately."

"Oh," Wen Yang nodded, and asked again, "A class that's awesome?"

"That... we are class 13, isn't 13 just B..."

Shao Ning's voice was obviously two octaves lower when he said this, and the disgust in his tone was not concealed at all.

Wen Yang was shocked by the thinking of this group of people, and rolled his eyes, "If you have a B, you're awesome? Or maybe you're an idiot."

Shao Ning didn't refute, but a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

Wen Yang asked his soul again, "What is the military flag?"

Shao Ning paused for a moment, feeling ashamed on behalf of the masses, and then quietly replied, "The squad leader's worn-out school pants..."

Wen Yang squeezed the space between his eyebrows, it's okay, at least it's still school pants, not worn-out underwear...

Pulling back the thought of running into some small yellow paint tray, hearing this group of people still arguing non-stop, Wen Yang, one head and two big, couldn't help but suggest aloud, "What are you arguing about, beat me up If not, be honest."

In fact, his voice was not too loud among the drake-style yells, but it was indeed abrupt - not because of anything else, but because the voice was too crisp.

It was so crisp that the vegetable market became a court scene in seconds, and there was no sound.

Wen Yang even wondered if this group of people were suddenly tapped on Ya acupuncture points by some mysterious martial arts master.

Just staring at each other for a full minute, Wen Yang raised his hand and rubbed his sore eyes, and decided to give up communicating with this group of people whose acupoints had not been unlocked, and wanted to find an empty seat first. Next, I heard a familiar laughter suddenly sounded in the last row.

Following the sound, Wen Yang saw a familiar face as expected.

It was none other than Hua, who was giving him a cigarette but still exuded an unflattering temperament all over his body.

Hua’s laughter was too blunt, and he was short of the words “it’s up to you”. Wen Xiaoyang, who has always relied on “beating” to solve problems since childhood, exploded in an instant, and was about to go to Hua Yi’s place. While walking, prepare to teach people "honesty and honesty" on the spot.

But someone was faster than him. Before Wen Yang could take a step, a parabola suddenly slid in front of his eyes, and then, a piece of chalk hit Hua Yi's forehead.

Hua Yi covered his head and let out an "owwow", and opened his mouth to curse, but after seeing who the person who hit him was, classmate Hua stuck the word "fuck" in his throat, immediately turned off the engine, and raised his hand to his mouth with a smirk. He made a gesture of pulling the zipper.

Everyone in the class is crazy.

Li Xingyu, who was closest to the podium, stood up staggeringly, and patted Sun Juntao, the monitor, "Brother Tao, pinch me quickly, and I'll see if I'm dreaming... What was Tang Shen doing just now?"

Sun Juntao was not polite at all, and twisted Li Xingyu's arm hard, his voice was in a daze, "Does it hurt?"

Li Xingyu wailed, "It hurts so much! You are really my brother!"

"Oh," Sun Juntao nodded deeply, "Then it's not a dream. Tang Shen did come over and took a piece of chalk just now, and he did hit Brother Hua on the head."

Qian Shu, who was sitting in the middle of the first row, put his glasses on the bottom of the wine bottle on the bridge of his nose, and calmly analyzed, "Maybe Tang Shen wants to practice the accuracy of the parabolic function..."

Li Yushan, the sports committee member at the same table, interjected, "Maybe it's because my hands suddenly feel itchy and want to play basketball..."

"Come on, you guys," Wei Yan, who was sitting against the wall, looked at them with disgust, "Can't you accept the reality? Didn't Tang Shen smash Brother Hua just to protect the new classmate!"

The mysterious martial arts master probably came again, this time not only ordered the Ya acupoint, but also fixed the eyes.

A new classmate, Wen Yang, stood at the door of the classroom, receiving the scorching gaze of a hundred pairs of eyes from a class of fifty people, still a little confused.

The way this group of people looked at him was really strange, as if they were looking at some "beautiful beauty", the BGM had already started to play in Wen Yang's head automatically, and there was a big line above his head - why do brothers turn against each other!

Realizing what he was thinking, Wen Yang woke up instantly, and his whole body burned up visibly.

Shao Ning had just finished warning the students with the eye knife, and just turned his eyes back, he saw the kid rubbing his face vigorously with his hands, as hard as rubbing a class enemy, but the tips of his ears were still red, so cute as hell.

Shao Ning couldn't resist swearing in a low voice, forced himself to look away, pointed to the two vacant seats next to Hua Yi in the last row, and said in a hoarse voice, "Now there is only one vacant seat next to me in the class. Seat, go and sit first?"

Wen Yang stopped and looked in the direction of Shao Ning's fingers, his eyebrows furrowed. The awkwardness in his heart hadn't passed yet, and now he really didn't want to sit with this Tang God or Tang Cao, but his eyes were full Turning around in Dangdang's classroom, he really didn't see any other vacant seats, so he nodded reluctantly and followed him to the last row.

When he got to the seat, Wen Yang took off his schoolbag and was about to put it on the chair when Shao Ning stopped him again, "Wait a minute."

Wen Yang paused, hesitated for a moment, then stopped, holding his schoolbag and looking at him.

Shao Ning didn't speak any more, but turned around and took out two wet wipes from the small compartment in front of his schoolbag, opened one first, lowered his head and began to wipe the table for Wen Yang.

The students who are always paying attention to the "battle situation" here have already exploded the third pot.

Wen Yang himself was also stunned, and when he came to his senses, Shao Ning had already wiped the table carefully, folded the dirty wet wipes in half and threw them into the garbage bags tied to the legs of the table, opened a new one, bent over Get down and get ready to wipe the chair.

"I..." Wen Yang came back to his senses, and reached for the wet wipe in Shao Ning's hand, "I'll do it myself."

"Be good," Shao Ning didn't raise his head, and gave his arm away from Wen Yang's hand, "No one has been sitting for a long time, it's all dust, don't touch it."

Unexpectedly, when he heard the phrase "Be good", Wen Yang felt that he had also been fixed in place by a mysterious martial arts master, and even kept his hand in the air in order to grab the wet wipe from Shao Ning's hand.

"Okay, little friend," Shao Ning was still cleaning the chair seriously, without looking up, thinking that Wen Yang still insisted on cleaning it by himself, so he couldn't help teasing him in a low voice, "What's the big deal, if you don't take your hands away, I'll What should I do if I accidentally touch it?"

These words were more effective than anything else, Wen Yang withdrew his hand in a jerk, and took a step back along the way.

Thinking of the "convicts" this person had in the office before, those inexplicable thoughts that came to Wen Yang's head because of the sentence "be good", disappeared in an instant.

This man is a big hooligan!

The gangster Shao Ning finally finished wiping the chair, making sure that no corners were left unattended, then sat up straight and sat back in his seat, took out a new wet towel to wipe his hands, and said to Wen Yang, "Okay, I can sit now .”

Wen Yang tensed his shoulders, threw down the word "thank you" stiffly, threw his schoolbag on the chair, and sat down.

The 6th class has been in class for almost 10 minutes, and the class of the third year is the same as two consecutive classes, so this class is still Teacher Ma's Chinese, but Teacher Ma hasn't come back yet.

Wen Yang casually took out a thick notebook from his schoolbag and put it on the table. He lowered his head and leaned against it, preparing to sort out the memories that suddenly entered his head during the previous fight.

But before he could start, Teacher Ma's angry voice sounded from the door, "What are you doing with your neck stuck? Cervical spondylosis?"

Everyone laughed.

Teacher Ma pretended to be angry and stared at him. He scanned the class, only to see Wen Yang who was sitting in the last row.

"Song Ci," Teacher Ma called his name, "Can you see the blackboard when you sit there? Would you like the teacher to change your seat?"

Before Teacher Ma finished speaking, Wen Yang felt the temperature around him plummet, and he subconsciously glanced sideways at the person next to him.

Yoho, the big hooligan's face is as cold as ice, and it's still the kind that is dropping ice balls!