"Everyone doesn't like him. Our class is a top class, and Baicheng's grades in the senior high school entrance examination and the first year of senior high school are better. His current grades are a hindrance in our class." The girl thought for a while and replied calmly.
Although her expression is very reserved, she can still see a faint sense of superiority and dissatisfaction:
"Besides, he is very fierce and beats people. With him around, everyone has to be trembling. Even the class style is broken. If it weren't for the fact that our school only divides into one class during the first year of high school, we would have driven him away."
Hearing this kind of words, Mo Li did not lose his temper which was rare, but retracted his hands propped up in front of the table, unzipped his school uniform and let out a breath, his light brown eyes turned a bit cold.
He was worried that if his hands were placed on the table again, it would be thrown off the table.
When Mo Li was quiet, he was tall and cool, standing in front of the table a little casually, with his left shoulder lightly leaning against the wall, holding his pocket in one hand, and looking straight at him.
Being watched so intently, how could the girl have the courage to meet Mo Li's gaze, she quickly looked away, her heartbeat accelerated a lot.
As for Mo Li, who lived nearly ten years longer than these children, he could tell the girl's current emotions at a glance.
He lowered his eyes, only wanting to hear the girl continue to talk about Baicheng's affairs. Seeing that the girl was just staring at him without speaking, he took the initiative to ask, "Has Baicheng ever done anything to others?"
"It's moved!"
This time, it was not the girl who responded, but the girl's deskmate. He heard the topic of the two, and raised his head with interest. His voice was especially loud in the quiet classroom during the lunch break.
It seemed that he had disturbed other students during their lunch break. He turned around and apologized to the students behind him with clasped hands together, then lowered his voice and said to Mo Li:
"In his sophomore year of high school, Baicheng fought with Xu Jia. Xu Jia's family background was good, and he was surrounded by society. He was considered a school bully in our school, but Baicheng still beat him up that time. "
The boy was a little excited when he talked about this kind of thing, but he was worried about Xu Jia's side anyway, and still whispered: "At that time, although Baicheng seldom talked and was very quiet, he could still get along with each other. At that time, we all thought The school bully of No. 6 Middle School has to be replaced!"
"In the end, hey, it's a pity that he died—"
"Idiot Zhi, what are you talking about?"
Just when the boy was talking with gusto, there was a sudden sound from his side. The boy was startled, and when he turned his head, he saw Xu Jia pointing at himself with a gel pen. Although he was smiling, his eyes obviously didn't mean that.
Seeing him looking over, Xu Jia casually threw the pen on the table, stood up and snorted:
"Be quiet, I don't even want to sleep."
Bai Quzhi smiled awkwardly, quickly covered his mouth and made a silent movement.
Satisfied with his way, Xu Jia slowly shifted his gaze to Mo Li.
Mo Li calmly met his gaze, still looking lazy, leaning sideways against the wall with no standing posture.
When Wu Shi, the squad leader, saw this, his eyes moved, and he also stood up and said:
"Mo Li, although you are a new transfer, you have to abide by the rules of our school. Now is lunch break, go back to your seat and rest, don't disturb others."
His voice was not low. Several students who were doing the problem looked up at him, but they didn't say anything.
Mo Li didn't seem to hear such a big movement, except for looking over, he didn't even move a finger.
Xu Jia had already stood up, walked in front of Mo Li, and pushed him hard.