The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

No. 1 Middle School is a key high school with the best teachers in S City. Over the years, many students have been admitted to first-class universities, so many students and parents in S City are eager to go to this school. However, the score line of No. 1 Middle School is very high every year. Only the most outstanding students can be admitted to No. 1 Middle School, and the number of students admitted each year is not large.

Of course, in addition to the students who are really excellent in their studies, there are also some special students who come in by donating to the school. The common points of these special students are probably that they are rich and poor students, and they are not very popular with other students in No. 1 Middle School.

Of course, it is not to say that they are excluded or bullied, but they just feel that the two sides are not in the same class and will not have much contact. The relationship between the two sides is completely non-interference, ignoring each other, and there is not much contact between each other.

The eldest brother among this special student class is of course Yan Ze who was promoted from No. 1 Middle School in Dongcheng. He is very famous in several schools in junior high school, and this fame is earned by fighting. Brother Ze still has some reputation and face in the "jianghu", at least among a group of people who are also poor students, he is still very famous.

Today is the time to report to school. In front of the bulletin board near the school gate, there is a circle of freshmen who have just enrolled. They all crowded here to see the class division, and then went to their respective class teachers to register and pay fees and find their respective classrooms.

"Brother Ze, didn't you know that you were in Class 2? What are you still looking at?" The young man with a few strands of golden hair stood in front of the bulletin board with his shoulders tilted. He was too lazy to see which class he was assigned to. For a poor student like him who got in through connections, he would be the same no matter which class he was assigned to.

Of course, if he was lucky enough to be assigned to the same class as Brother Ze, that would be the best, but his family's relationship was not as strong as Yan Ze's, so he could be directly assigned to Class 2. You know, Class 1 and Class 2 are fast classes. Without connections, he could not get into Class 2 with his poor grades, so he simply didn't bother to look at it. He could just get by in high school anyway.

Next to this boy with a few strands of hair dyed golden, stood a tall, slender, strong and powerful boy. He was looking up at the class list posted on the bulletin board. No. 1 Middle School has a small enrollment of only about 500 students each year, and there are a total of 12 classes. At this time, he was looking forward from the last class.

Yan Ze was tall and slender, standing out among a group of peers, more than half a head taller than them, so even if he was not standing in the front, he could still see all the names. His eyes swept through the list one by one, but he didn't find the name he was looking for, and Yan Ze couldn't help but frowned.

Seeing him frown, the boy with a few strands of hair dyed golden couldn't help but shudder. He couldn't help but keep silent, not even daring to make a sound. He couldn't help but move two steps to the side, fearing that he would be angry. Brother Ze's fist hurt when it hit his body, and he really didn't want to experience it again.

It's strange to say that Yan Ze has an excellent appearance, with fine eyebrows, handsome eyes, high nose and thin lips. The corners of his lips are naturally upturned. Even when he doesn't smile, he also has a bit of a casual smile. When he really smiles, his eyes are shining and his expression is frivolous, like the peach blossoms in March. It should be a very beautiful posture, but people can't help shivering when they see it.

This deterrent power, I don't know where it comes from, it's really confusing and surprising. Obviously, the appearance looks beautiful and bright, but it makes people feel scared. It's just that I don't know how to be powerful, just like, just like, just like the Queen of Flowers. The blond boy thought for a long time before coming up with an inappropriate metaphor. He silently said in his heart, maybe some people are born with such majesty.

The boy with a few strands of golden hair could not help but shudder. He looked up and took a sneak peek at Yan Ze's current expression, and saw that Yan Ze's upturned and sparkling phoenix eyes were filled with some inexplicable emotions, as if he was irritated and dissatisfied, and as if he was relieved, which was very difficult to understand.

The blond young man rubbed his head and scratched his hair into a bird's nest. He felt that after not seeing him for a summer vacation, Brother Ze seemed to have become more unpredictable. He couldn't understand what Brother Ze was thinking now, nor could he figure out Brother Ze's recent mood changes.

While Yan Ze continued to look for his target on the class list posted on the bulletin board with a sharp look like a sword, the blond boy was bored and couldn't help looking around, and then he found that many girls in the crowd were secretly looking at Yan Ze.

He couldn't help but laugh. Although their brother Ze is a big man on campus, he is a bad student that many top students look down on and gives teachers headaches. But who made Ze brother handsome? In the original junior high school, there were many girls who had a crush on Ze brother. Don't think that no one likes them just because they are gangsters and bad students.

"Lu Chenxi... Class 2, why is it Class 2?" When the blond boy couldn't help laughing proudly, he suddenly heard Yan Ze beside him talking to himself in a slightly gnashing tone, with a bit of resentment and frustration in his tone.

The boy with a few strands of golden hair was a little puzzled. Why did Ze brother have such a frustrated mood? Did someone provoke Yan Ze? If so, the brothers would naturally teach Yan Ze a lesson for this person who didn't know what was good for him and dared to provoke Ze brother like a bear heart and leopard.

He immediately said, "Brother Ze, who made you angry? Tell me and I will teach him a lesson for you. You don't have to do anything. I will make him apologize to you obediently. He will never dare to provoke you again!"

The blond boy felt that he was very loyal and a good boy who was willing to go through fire and water for his boss. I think Brother Laize would definitely praise him!

While he was having sex happily, he didn't expect that Yan Ze frowned, and his face with a romantic smile was suddenly stained with frost and coldness, and his expression became ugly. He slapped her directly, cold. He retorted: "Who do you want to show off to? Who do you want to teach a lesson to?"

The blond boy who was slapped on the head by Yan Ze felt very wronged. He said, "Didn't someone annoy you, Brother Ze? I'll help Brother Ze teach him a lesson! Brother Ze, you Why are you suddenly angry? Is there something I did wrong?"

Yan Ze's handsome and frivolous eyebrows were now covered with a layer of frost. He had completely lost all the charm and elegance he had before. Now his expression was stern and cold, making people shiver when they saw it. It was like Like a jade-faced Rakshasa.

Yan Ze's eyes were a little strange, as if he was feeling aggrieved and depressed. Under the confused gaze of the young man with a few strands of blond hair, he choked for a moment and finally said in a strong tone: "Nothing is wrong. No, whoever dares to mess with me, don’t act like crazy!”

"Yan Ze?" At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly called, with a faint and gentle smile. The owner of the voice came closer and said with a faint smile, "What a coincidence, we met again, Classmate Yan.”

As soon as he heard this voice, as soon as he heard this familiar name that made his teeth itch, Yan Ze felt his eyes darken, and a breath filled his heart, which made him extremely depressed. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Don't. Calling me that, I’m not that familiar with you. Also, what a coincidence, it’s not a coincidence at all!”

As soon as he heard this familiar voice calling him "Classmate Yan", Yan Ze couldn't help but think of the frivolous incident before. At that time, the boy who was wearing a waterfall of black silk and beautiful eyebrows also called him that. , and said to him, "Classmate Yan, what a coincidence." Now that Xuan Yuan called him that again, the painful memory suddenly resurfaced in his mind.

Xuan Yuan smiled noncommittally and walked closer to Yan Ze. After looking at Yan Ze with a smile, he didn't say anything more. He just looked up at the list posted on the bulletin board and prepared to find it. As soon as he found out which class Lu Chenxi was in, although he already knew it, Father Lu and Mother Lu were waiting nearby, so he still had to pretend.

The young man with a few strands of blond hair raised his head and glanced at the person who was talking to Brother Ze. He couldn't help but let out a shout, and was a little surprised. This fair, tall, bookish boy, who looked like a good student, actually dared to talk to him. Brother Ze, talk to me? Well done, young man, you have courage.

"Stop looking, you've been assigned to class two." Seeing Xuan Yuan raise his eyes and scanning the class schedule, Yan Ze couldn't hold it back, and said in a low voice. He had been looking for a long time. Only then was he extremely depressed to find the name Lu Chenxi among the first few people in the second class.

Moving his eyes to the class schedule of Class 2, Xuan Yuan glanced at it and saw the name Yan Ze hanging on the tail. He couldn't help but smile slightly, with a smile on his handsome, elegant, clear and soft face. Faintly, he tilted his head and smiled at Yan Ze: "I didn't expect that we were assigned to the same class by such a coincidence. Please give me classmates Yan's advice in the future."

Although the young man's eyebrows are graceful and picturesque, his smile is elegant, and his voice is clear and pleasant, but! yes! The veins on Yan Ze's forehead popped out, and even the corners of his lips that naturally raised a charming smile couldn't conceal his annoyance. He gritted his teeth and said viciously: "I told you, don't call me Yan! Same! !study!"

Xuan Yuan nodded with a smile and complied: "Okay, I understand, classmate Yan." He looked back and saw Father Lu and Mother Lu waving to him, he raised his eyes and smiled, "I'll go first. Signed up, see you in class later, classmate Yan.”

Yan Ze: ...He doesn’t want to say anything anymore, it’s useless if he does.

After passing through the crowd, Xuan Yuan returned to the elegant and dignified Father Lu and the gentle and quiet Mother Lu. Mother Lu glanced back at Yan Ze and couldn't help but smile softly: "Xiao Xi, is that your friend?" Mother Lu was actually very worried because her son had never been able to make friends before.

Xuan Yuan smiled meaningfully and nodded: "Well, I met a friend near my grandpa's house during the summer vacation. He is a very good person."