I kicked the male lead away

Fang Zhilan didn't have a good time at night. In the middle of the next night, her abdomen seemed to be tightly squeezed by a hand. The pain caused her to wake up, only to realize that she was menstruating.

Ah... Sure enough, she couldn't escape the delicate and weak setting in the original text.

She got up and poured herself a cup of hot water, tossed and turned in the medicine box, found a painkiller and swallowed it, and finally felt much better.

It was approaching dawn, and I only slept for less than an hour. Because I was too sleepy, I slept for more than an hour more than usual.

So when she came to the classroom today, almost everyone in the class should have arrived.

Gong Qiqi saw the dark circles under her eyes at a glance, and was shocked: "What's wrong with you?"

"Dysmenorrhea and insomnia." Fang Zhilan sat down weakly.

Hearing this, Gong Qiqi tightened the lid of her water cup and handed it over: "The hot water you just took, use it to cover your stomach."

"Thank you." Fang Zhilan put the hot water cup on her lap, bent over to flip through the book, and she felt much more comfortable, but there was still some pain.

Just as she was flipping through the book weakly, Gong Qiqi looked up at the blackboard again, and suddenly said, "You are on duty today."

Every day, the class cadres would write the class schedule and the students on duty on the right side of the blackboard. Fang Zhilan took a look, and sure enough, her name was clearly written there.

She sighed and got up to clean the blackboard.

"I'll go." Gong Qiqi hurriedly held her down and got up to do what a student on duty should do.

Wipe the blackboard, wipe the desk, mop the floor...everything is in order.

Fang Zhilan leaned her chin on the textbook, and watched her help without moving. It seemed that the pain didn't feel so bad in an instant, but her heart felt warm.

However, I was happy for only two classes, and my good mood was ruined by Gu Qifeng who strode into the classroom with a meteor.

He still carried his bag on his back, put one hand in his trouser pocket, stood tall, walked to the seat behind Fang Zhilan and sat down without looking at anyone, crossed his calves, and didn't even bother to open the book.

Even so, Gu Qifeng still attracted the attention of all the girls.

There were even quite a few girls from other classes lying outside the classroom, chirping through the windows: "So handsome!" "Look at me, handsome guy!"

Gu Qifeng didn't pay attention to anyone, he just stared at Fang Zhilan's round head in front of him.

The girl wore a white furry coat to wrap herself tightly today, and there were two small ears on the hood of the coat.

Just like a little white rabbit, it's so cute that it doesn't move.

After Fang Zhilan was so angry that he didn't come to class for a few days last time, Gu Qifeng still couldn't resist the itch in his heart, he wanted to look at her as if he was being mean.

Seeing this, I lost all my temper. I only hated myself for skipping school to fight racing a few weeks ago.

Women, what's wrong with being petty, the big deal is to coax her, he thought.

Naturally, Fang Zhilan couldn't ignore the naked eyes behind her, but she still had a stomachache, couldn't straighten her waist, and didn't even bother to roll her eyes.

She lay on her stomach without moving, and after a long time, Gu Qifeng noticed something was wrong.

Knowing that he asked directly, the little white rabbit would definitely not say so. While smoking with his friends in class at the corner of the stairs, he pretended to ask unintentionally: "What's wrong with the new one? It looks listless. Who is it?" Beaten?"

Amidst the smog, someone giggled: "Our brother Feng is really a pure virgin, we don't even understand this."

"What the hell do you mean?" Gu Qifeng's face darkened, and he punched him in the chest.

On the surface, everyone was classmates, but when Gu Qifeng changed his face, no one dared to say anything, and the boy who was punched honestly said, "That's just... that's it."

"What's the matter?" Gu Qifeng frowned.

Could it be that when he was not around, someone really dared to bully her?

"Only girls have to have a few days every month..."

Gu Qifeng's mind buzzed, he understood, he lifted the cigarette and took a deep breath, but the base of his ears turned red quietly.

The class bell rang, and a group of people returned to the classroom playing around.

In an instant, the smell of second-hand smoke filled the classroom with insufficient air circulation.

Fang Zhilan wrinkled her nose impatiently, and read the book with vigor.

Fortunately, with Gong Qiqi's care and care, she didn't move too much today, but lay lazily on the table when she was free.

"Dingling, ringing..." The school bell rang for the last class, and Gong Qiqi apologized while packing her schoolbag, "I'm sorry, Alan, I still have a cram school in the afternoon, so I can't help you take out the trash, don't worry about it. I'll come and help tomorrow."

"It's okay." Fang Zhilan shook her head hastily, "Today is enough to bother you, I'll just do it myself."

Gong Qiqi carried the math book on her back and rushed away.

The classmates in the classroom also left one after another.

Usually, Gu Qifeng, who came last and left the earliest, still sat still, with an indescribable gleam in his eyes.

Fang Zhilan ignored his gaze on her back, got up and went to the trash can to pick up the bucket.

Logically speaking, the students in this class are not short of money, so just hire anyone.

However, there are still strong objections.

This person is Zhou Xiaoran, the life committee member of the class. Zhou Xiaoran suggested to the teacher that taking part in labor would make everyone feel more integrated into the class, and suggested to the teacher not to invite the cleaners, and everyone to take turns to be on duty.

The homeroom teacher agreed, but Zhou Xiaoran was often rejected. Almost every day as a classmate on duty, he would murmur behind his back: "Theirs, if you don't have money to hire someone, just say it. Why are you pretending to be noble?" I don’t know that he is a distant relative of the class teacher..." "A big fart official, holding a chicken feather as an arrow."

Gradually, he too was isolated.

Subconsciously, Fang Zhilan glanced at Zhou Xiaoran's position.

The boy wears black-rimmed glasses, has some acne on his face, and his hair is slightly oily. It looks like he hasn't washed it for a few days.

He seemed to be trying to figure out some kind of problem, reaching out to brush his hair from time to time.

In response to the national burden reduction policy, there is no morning and evening self-study in the school, and there are no make-up classes on Saturdays and Sundays. However, families with real conditions, like Gong Qiqi, arrange various make-up classes for their children after school every day.

It doesn't matter whether you learn or not, just try to feel at ease.

Apparently, Zhou Xiaoran's seemingly poor family conditions cannot afford tutors in this expensive big city, and he can't even enroll in cram schools.

Fang Zhilan sighed, for a moment, she felt a little sympathetic to each other.

Her slight sigh accidentally fell into Gu Qifeng's ears.

Following her gaze, Gu Qifeng narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on Zhou Xiaoran.

Gu Qifeng never cared about such a so-called good student, but when he saw that Fang Zhilan was going to take out the trash, he suddenly remembered something, stood up abruptly, and gave Fang Zhilan a sideways look: "Don't move!"

Before Fang Zhilan realized what he meant, she saw Gu Qifeng walking towards Zhou Xiaoran, with both hands resting on his desk, with a sarcasm in his tone: "Committee Zhou, how about doing the problem?"

Sensing his malice, Zhou Xiaoran raised his head, with vigilance in his eyes under the lens: "What are you doing?"

"There are students in the class who are not feeling well." Gu Qifeng pointed at Fang Zhilan, "As a class leader, shouldn't you do me a favor? Take out the trash?"

Fang Zhilan opened her mouth in astonishment, she didn't expect Gu Qifeng, a psychopath, to use herself as a weapon to make trouble for Zhou Xiaoran, who had never had any contact with her.

She stood up all at once: "Gu Qifeng, are you sick? What does it matter to others?"

Zhou Xiaoran's hand holding the pen was gradually clenched, and he clenched his teeth. The huge sense of humiliation made his eyes bloodshot.

Being scolded suddenly by her, Gu Qifeng was baffled and felt aggrieved: "I'll help you talk, why are you fucking scolding me?"

"You were the one who scolded." Fang Zhilan was so angry that his stomach began to hurt again, but he refused to lose, "What does my taking out the trash have to do with Zhou, you are so warm-hearted, why did you just take it out? "

"Taking out the trash?" Gu Qifeng laughed back angrily, "Does this father look like someone who does that kind of thing?"

Zhou Xiaoran gripped the pen tighter and tighter. When he heard the three words of that kind of thing, he seemed to be stimulated. He stood up suddenly and grabbed Gu Qifeng's collar tightly with both hands: "Say it again?"

Unexpectedly, being questioned in a threatening tone by this person who usually lives like a mouse in class, Gu Qifeng was furious, he was not as polite to him as Fang Zhilan, and incidentally revealed the anger he received from Fang Zhilan , kicked it hard: "You are fucking sick, aren't you?"

He is tall and has long legs, and he usually does a lot of training and fighting, he is a head taller than Zhou Xiaoran, this kick made Zhou Xiaoran roll on the ground with the back of his head on the table and stool.

Gu Qifeng's eyes were full of ruthlessness, and he pulled the tie around his neck, as if he planned to continue to fight.

"Gu Qifeng!" Fang Zhilan didn't care about the pain in her abdomen, ran over quickly, pushed him away, and uttered obscenities in a hurry, "Are you fucking sick?"

Then he turned his head to look at Zhou Xiaoran, and kicked away the table and stool beside him: "Are you okay?"

Zhou Xiaoran didn't answer her, gritted his teeth, endured the pain and got up, stared fiercely at Gu Qifeng, and rushed forward to fight him again: "You scum."

"Hey..." Knowing that he couldn't beat Gu Qifeng with his small body, and he would only get points, Fang Zhilan hurriedly stopped him, "Don't get excited, I'll call the teacher right away."

"Call the teacher?" Zhou Xiaoran laughed mockingly, and spat bloody saliva on the ground, "I guess it's useless to call the police."

Since he came to this class, teacher Zhou, his uncle, has repeatedly reminded Zhou Xiaoran that all the students in this class are children from rich families who can't afford to mess with them, and told him not to have conflicts with others as much as possible.

It's not like Zhou Xiaoran couldn't hear those cynicisms, but he endured them all.

For his mother, the cleaner who gets up early every day to sweep the streets at night, and for her eager eyes with expectations.

And everything she did, in Gu Qifeng's eyes, was just that kind of thing.

Gu Qifeng's kind of rubbish should indeed be punished, but Zhou Xiaoran's fight back at this moment would obviously only hit a stone with an egg, so Fang Zhilan had to try his best to stop him.

Seeing this, Gu Qifeng had a cold smile on his lips.

Just when the scene was in chaos, a suspicious voice came from the door of the classroom: "What are you doing?"

Fang Zhilan froze for a moment when she heard this familiar voice, and turned around: "Sister?"

Lan Yang didn't expect that because he didn't see Fang Zhilan at the stadium in the morning, he was upset all day long, and after school, he wandered to the door of Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High.

Then I saw such a farce.