The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

After registering, Xuanyuan said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Lu who came to accompany him to register, and found the high school building and walked into Class 2. Although today is September 1st, it is Saturday, and there are no classes today. Only the morning is the time for students to register and report.

There are a total of 42 students in Class 2, of which the first 40 are admitted to No. 1 Middle School based on their high school entrance examination scores, and the last two students are special admissions. This special admission does not refer to special admissions for sports or special admissions for arts. This refers to special admissions for entering No. 1 Middle School by donating to the school, buying places, etc.

Because registration and reporting are only available for half a day on Saturday morning, all students will come to report today, from 8:30 to 10:30, which is the time for freshmen to report. After 10:30, the head teacher of each class will come to the class to get familiar with the freshmen, and then arrange seats, assign students to bring back new books, etc.

Because of this, although Dad and Mom Lu were very positive about the start of school and took Xuanyuan to No. 1 Middle School to register early, it was only nine o'clock now, but there were already a dozen students sitting in the bright classroom with windows, and everyone came very early.

Xuanyuan stood at the door of the classroom, and glanced at the room casually with a light look, and found that there were still many empty seats in the class. Before the head teacher adjusted the seats, everyone sat randomly. Those who sat together were either old classmates who were promoted from the same junior high school, or they knew each other early and talked.

However, these had nothing to do with Xuanyuan. He took a long step and walked towards the empty seat in the second to last row by the window. The desks in No. 1 Middle School were double-person desks, and both seats of the table Xuanyuan chose were empty. He pulled out the chair and sat down calmly and casually at the window seat.

Now there is still a lot of time before the registration ends and all the new students of Class 2 arrive. Before that, everyone has nothing to do, so before Xuanyuan enters the door, everyone actually gathers together in twos and threes to joke and chat, get familiar with classmates who will be classmates for a long time, and keep in touch.

When Xuanyuan came in, the originally lively chattering in the classroom suddenly stopped. The students who were originally scattered in the classroom couldn't help but cast their eyes over, and unconsciously quieted down, no longer making noises, as if they felt that their noise would disturb something.

The young man with a beautiful appearance and clear eyebrows walked in calmly. His expression was not so cold and cold that people would feel frozen if they approached him, but he had a sense of alienation and indifference, which made people dare not approach easily, nor dare to disturb him casually, as if they were afraid of disturbing his peace.

The classroom of Class 2 suddenly became quiet, and no one spoke anymore. The students scattered around the classroom either pretended to read the admission introduction sent to them by No. 1 Middle School, or lowered their heads to play with their mobile phones, but they were all careless, and their eyes occasionally glanced at the window, passing by lightly and quickly, and then quickly retracted before being discovered.

In the noisy high school teaching building, the entire second class was surprisingly quiet. The students were all doing their own things, and even if they occasionally talked, they were whispering, as if there was an inexplicable force preventing them from making loud noises.

Not only the students who were already in the classroom were like this, but also the students who came in later. When they came to the classroom with smiles on their faces and joy, before they shouted hello to their future classmates, they saw a boy sitting by the window with his chin supported by one hand and a cold and indifferent expression.

The boy has delicate features, a straight nose, slightly pursed red lips, and a very good-looking profile. When he sits by the window, the slightly golden sunlight falls on his beautiful and handsome profile. The boy in a white long-sleeved shirt is exactly the same as the elegant boy described in youth novels. He is the most desirable and touching appearance in youth.

With his right hand lazily supporting his chin, Xuanyuan stares at the scenery outside the window, unaware that his every move is also being watched. If there is anything that makes him feel uncomfortable in this modern society, it is this too slow and peaceful life.

Here, everything is so peaceful and law-abiding. There is no need to worry about being under the sword and shadow, and there is no need to worry about looting and killing that may be imposed on you at any time. Daily life is safe and stable, there is no war, no disaster, and the things you have to worry about every day may stop at trivial things such as what you want to eat at noon today and forgetting to bring an umbrella when it rains.

It was a very ordinary and stable life, but Xuanyuan was not too used to it. The world of cultivation was not as peaceful as the secular world. Everyday life was full of fighting and plundering. Not to mention how hard and nervous the life of a casual cultivator was, even the life of a disciple who joined a sect was not much better.

Resources, opportunities, status, power, all of these had to be fought for by the cultivators themselves, fighting for resources for cultivation, fighting for opportunities to go further, fighting for status in the sect and in the world of cultivation, trying not to be bullied, fighting for the power that could be held in their hands, so that they could go further and stand higher in the world of cultivation.

With his head tilted to one side, Xuanyuan cast his eyes carelessly out of the window. The first-grade teaching building just faced a flower garden. At this time in late summer, there were flowers with complicated petals blooming warmly and beautifully in the garden, enthusiastically showing their beauty in the last part of summer.

"Classmate, is there anyone next to you? Can I sit here?" When Xuan Yuan was staring out the window bored, a sweet female voice with a bit of nervousness and shyness sounded beside him, with a hint of inquiry.

His left hand on the desk curled up slightly, Xuanyuan turned his head and looked sideways, and saw a sweet girl with long hair, wearing a light pink lady dress and a cute backpack standing beside the desk and looking at him sideways. When she saw him looking at her, she couldn't help but reveal a clean and beautiful smile.

It wasn't Song Yuyun. Xuanyuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned his head back without interest, not even intending to respond. But at this moment, an unhappy snort came from behind the two of them: "No, this seat is taken!"

Yan Ze swaggered from the back door of the classroom, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the girl in the light pink dress with a bit of displeasure and anger. His naturally raised thin lips were tightly pursed at this time, revealing a bit of frightening murderous aura. He looked the girl up and down and said, "Why are you still standing here? Get out of the way!"

The long-haired girl in the light pink dress was so scared by Yan Ze's angry glare that she didn't dare to say a word. She nodded hurriedly, moved her lips a few times, and didn't even dare to say sorry. She hurriedly left the row of seats by the window and found a seat in the empty seat on the other side of the corridor outside the door.

It must be said that when Yan Ze didn't smile, her face was stern, her long eyebrows were erected, and her phoenix eyes were full of evil, which was really a bit scary. It's not the girl's fault that she is timid. You can see that the golden-haired little brother who followed Yan Ze didn't dare to come in. He just waved at the door and said, "Brother Ze, I'm going to find my class." Then he slipped away immediately.

Yan Ze was a little upset, but he didn't know why he was unhappy. After standing next to the desk for a while, Yan Ze pulled the chair away and sat down carelessly. His movements were very casual and uninhibited, and he almost lifted his legs and put them on the table.

"Student Yan, what a coincidence." Xuan Yuan turned his head back and nodded to him with a slight smile, "I was still wondering when Student Yan would come to the classroom." In fact, he was just in a daze just now and didn't think about anything.

Grinding his teeth secretly, Yan Ze said angrily: "You can call me by my name, but don't call me classmate Yan, it's weird, okay!"

"Okay, Yan Ze." Xuan Yuan's tone was slightly disappointed, but he still nodded with a broad-minded spirit of tolerance for young people.

Seeing Xuan Yuan greet him and then turn his head to look out the window, Yan Ze stretched his head to take a look, only to see a red and yellow flowerbed that was not good-looking at all. He couldn't help but complain in his heart: What's good about this, it's so ugly!

On the day of reporting, you usually have to wait in the class until half past ten for the head teacher to come. This kind of sitting and waiting is boring. Yan Ze didn't plan to come to class so early, but when he was wandering around the campus of No. 1 Middle School just now, he didn't know why he was crazy and came here inexplicably.

"Ahhh, shame on you!" Yan Ze wailed in his heart. He couldn't help but think of the oolong incident that happened in the previous summer vacation. The person who witnessed his shame was sitting next to him. It was expected that he would have some contact with him in the next few years of high school. Where could his brother Ze put his face?

There was such a guy in the class who had seen his shameful appearance with his own eyes. How could his brother Ze still mix in the world? It was too embarrassing and too shameful! Damn it, it was all this kid's fault. Why did he keep his hair long and deliberately mislead people!

Feeling very depressed, Yan Ze simply lay down on the table and prepared to go to bed. He stayed up all night playing games last night, and he was really sleepy today. It's not that he wanted to play games, but if he didn't play games, he couldn't sleep listening to his parents quarreling downstairs. It was better to do something meaningful.

Yan Ze was really tired. He fell asleep in a daze while lying on the desk. It happened that the classroom was very quiet, which provided him with a good sleeping environment. He was sleeping soundly, and he seemed to dream of some messy things in his dream. Various chaotic and beautiful pictures flashed in his dream, but they did not leave much impression and passed in a flash.

When he was sleeping so soundly that he did not know what time it was, Yan Ze suddenly felt someone pushing him in his dream, and a clear and calm voice was calling his name: "Yan Ze, get up."

Yan Ze opened his eyes sleepily, slowly sat up, and looked up to see a long-haired female teacher with black-framed glasses standing on the podium. He yawned, turned his head lazily, and then saw the person sitting next to him facing him with the face that impressed him deeply. Yan Ze immediately: "…………"

You will suffer for your own sins!