"Is that Song Yan? Mr. Xue, please come with us!" As soon as Song Yan walked out of the classroom, two tall boys walked over to him, holding their heads high and saying to him with arrogance.
Song Yan was slightly startled. The so-called Mr. Xue should be one of the four bad boys in the school. She didn't seem to have any interaction with him. What did he want with him
"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Seeing him in a daze, one of the boys pushed him dissatisfied.
"Okay, I'll follow you right now." Song Yan nodded as if he was submissive and followed the two tall boys.
In the small woods next to the school playground, a boy with long hair put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood with his back to Song Yan. The two students sandwiching Song Yan respectfully said to him: "Master Xue, we Bring this kid here.”
The long-haired boy turned around slowly, his eyes were sharp, and there was a bit of coldness and arrogance between his brows. Suddenly, a trace of amusement appeared in the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his index finger and hooked him: "Song Yan, I know why I called you here. Here?"
Song Yan shook his head in confusion: "I don't know."
Xue Yuancheng's mouth became more playful: "Slap yourself twice first, and then I'll tell you what's going on."
Hearing this, Song Yan's face changed slightly, and a chill flashed across his eyes. He had always kept a low profile in school, but that didn't mean he could be bullied.
"Mr. Xue, I ask myself that I have never offended you. Is this too much?"
"So what if it's too much?" Ten slaps will be your reward for talking back."
Song Yan stood there without moving, but anger flashed in his eyes. This Xue Yuancheng was simply too bullying.
"Damn it, Mr. Xue asked you to kneel down, and you are still standing up to make trouble!" One of Xue Yuancheng's followers scolded and kicked Song Yan in the calf, intending to kick him to the ground.
fed up!
Song Yan was angry, took a step forward, avoided the opponent's attack, and stared at him coldly: "Don't force me!"
"Hey! You dare to hide, you are so brave!" Wang Fei said jokingly, and rushed towards Song Yan, raising his hand and slapping him.
Xue Yuancheng put his hands back in his trouser pockets and looked at this scene with a smile. His two followers were both good at fighting. Since Song Yan didn't know what to do, let him suffer more.
Another follower also stood there without moving. In his opinion, Wang Fei alone was more than enough to deal with Song Yan.
Seeing that Wang Fei's palm was about to fall on Song Yan's cheek, Song Yan suddenly took a step back and avoided Wang Fei's palm. Then, he slapped the opponent neatly on the cheek.
"Snapped!"
A crisp and clean slap sounded, and then he saw Wang Fei staggering back a few steps, staring at Song Yan with disbelief. He did not expect that Song Yan not only dared to fight back, but also gave him a hard slap. hand.
The burning pain on his cheek made him annoyed and angry, and his eyes were faintly red: "Zhazui, I'm going to kill you!"
So, Wang Fei roared and rushed towards Song Yan again, waving his right arm out and heading straight for Song Yan's cheek.
Seeing this, Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly kicked out.
"boom!"
Wang Fei, who was kicked in the lower abdomen, flew away and fell two meters away.
"Trash, you can't even deal with a poor loser, you two come together!" Xue Yuancheng shouted coldly from the side.
Another follower helped Wang Fei up, stared at Song Yan with an unkind expression, and then rushed towards him from left to right.
One punch still hit Song Yan's cheek, but the other kicked viciously between his legs.
"court death!"
Song Yan drank softly, then flew out and came directly between the two of them, with two arms flying out like two whips.
"Bang! Bang!"
The two boys who were hit in the chest by his arm staggered back, then fell to the ground, stroking their chests, feeling a little out of breath, and couldn't help but look at Song Yan with a little more fear.
Song Yan turned around, stared coldly at Xue Yuancheng, who looked slightly panicked, and walked towards him.
"Stop, don't come over!" Xue Yuancheng shouted.
But Song Yan ignored him. Then, he walked up to Xue Yuancheng, stretched out his hand, grabbed his neck, and slapped Xue Yuancheng's face hard twice.
Letting go of Xue Yuancheng, Song Yan took two steps back, stared at him and asked, "Tell me, why are you causing trouble for me?"
"How dare you hit me! Do you know who I am?" Xue Yuancheng did not answer Song Yan, but stared at him viciously.
Suddenly, Song Yan stepped forward, grabbed Xue Yuancheng's neck again, slapped him a few times with his bow left and right, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and asked: "Xue Yuancheng, don't challenge my patience, why are you looking for me?" trouble!"
Seeing Song Yan's beast-like eyes, Xue Yuancheng couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart: "It's... it's because of Xiang Feifei!"
Hearing this name, Song Yan was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, Xue Yuancheng actually stood up for Xiang Feifei. A woman wearing a white dress and a pure lotus-like temperament flashed in his mind.
Xiang Feifei is the elegant school beauty of Shengye Middle School. She is an art candidate and rarely comes to school. Even so, there are many boys who admire her.
Song Yan still remembers that at last year's New Year's Day party at Shengye Middle School, Xiang Feifei played a guzheng song in white clothes. Her elegant and cold appearance was like a fairy walking out of a painting. That night, she almost conquered the world. Everyone present also left a very deep impression on him.
Yesterday when he went downstairs, he accidentally knocked down Xiang Feifei. It seemed that Xue Yuancheng stood up for Xiang Feifei just for this matter.
"Did Xiang Feifei ask you to come?" Song Yanxia looked at Xue Yuancheng and asked.
"No, no, I came here on my own. Xiang Feifei doesn't know about it."
Song Yan smiled and let go of Xue Yuancheng: "Remember, don't mess with me in the future!"
After saying that, Song Yan turned around and left. Xue Yuancheng was a rich second generation, so a group of students gathered around him, but he didn't take him seriously.
Seeing Song Yan leaving arrogantly, Xue Yuancheng almost bit his teeth into pieces.
Holy Night Middle School, Class 9, Grade 3.
The head teacher, Yan Weimin, walked into the classroom angrily and placed the textbooks heavily on the desk. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the classroom became tense.
Yan Weimin's eyes fell on a tall boy sleeping on the desk in the last row of the classroom. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed and he shouted coldly:
"Song Yan, stand up!"
Song Yan stood up from his seat, rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at Yan Weimin blankly and said, "Teacher Yan, what can I do for you?"
Seeing Song Yan's appearance, Yan Weimin couldn't help but get angry and shouted angrily: "I also want to ask you what's going on, why are you fighting, but the teachers from Class 3 have come to see you, your grades are poor. You are just a hindrance to the whole class, but now you are ruining the reputation of the class. I think you are becoming more and more irredeemable."
When Song Yan heard this, he immediately understood that it was Xue Yuancheng who had complained to the teacher, and he despised Xue Yuancheng in his heart.
"Song Yan!!"
Yan Weimin's voice rose a few decibels again, and his eyes looked a little more evil: "I'm warning you for the last time. If you don't repent, I will definitely recommend to the principal that you be expelled."
"I know." Song Yan replied with his head lowered.
"Sit down." Seeing Song Yan's "rotten wood that cannot be carved" appearance, Yan Weimin couldn't help but feel a deep disgust in his heart, and secretly decided that if this boy continues to be ignorant, he must suggest it to the principal. Fire him.
"yes."
Song Yan responded and sat down again. He originally wanted to continue sleeping on his stomach, but after thinking about it, he decided not to get into Lao Yan's troubles again.
On the podium, Yan Weimin once again talked about the importance of the college entrance examination, asking everyone to review carefully and strive to get into a good university.
Song Yan, male, seventeen years old, 1.82 meters tall, a native of Xiangcheng City, studied in Class 9, Grade 3, Shengye Middle School. His grades were poor and he was not liked by his teachers, especially his head teacher, Yan Weimin, who disliked him.
His parents both died in a car accident when he was ten years old, and he now lives in the home of his uncle Song Shize. The uncle currently serves as the deputy director of the Xiangcheng City Education and Education Bureau, a deputy division level cadre.
It is precisely because of this that the school can tolerate the existence of poor students like him. Of course, his uncle still made a lot of efforts to get him into Shengye Middle School, which is the best in the city and is even famous in Yanhuang Kingdom.
Song Yan was grateful to his uncle. Without him, it would have been impossible for him to enter Shengye Middle School with his poor high school entrance examination scores.
In terms of food, clothing, and even pocket money, his uncle never treated him badly. For this reason, he kept a low profile in school and did not want to cause more trouble to his uncle.
However, it was difficult for him to regard his uncle's house as his own, because he had a bitter aunt at home.
When the uncle is at home, the aunt is always very kind to him. Once the uncle is away, the other party becomes cold-faced and hits him with sharp words from time to time. He is at an age where he can't get rid of the sand in his eyes, so he treats his uncle. Auntie was very disgusted
It was also because of this that he chose to live on campus.
After school, Song Yan put his schoolbag in the dormitory and walked to his uncle's house alone.
Today is Friday, there are no classes tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
The Ministry of Education of Yanhuang Chinese Studies has expressly stipulated that schools are not allowed to use weekend time to make up classes, and huge fines will be imposed if found.
Therefore, even if the college entrance examination is only three months away, school will have holidays on time on weekends.
In fact, Song Yan didn't want to go to his uncle's house, but he couldn't refuse his kindness because of his strong request.
The uncle lives in the high-end community of Zijingyuan. The Yanhuang Kingdom treats civil servants very well. At the deputy director level, the uncle earns over one million in a year including bonuses and benefits.
"Tuk-tuk."
Song Yan knocked on the door of his uncle's house.
The person who opened the door was a young girl with beautiful appearance and tall body. When she found Song Yan standing outside the door, she turned around and left.
The girl's name is Song Xue, and she is his cousin. She is only in her early sixteen years, but she is already over 1.75 meters tall. She has a typical model figure. It must be said that the genes of the old Song family are very good. The man is tall and handsome, and the woman is tall. beauty.
Moreover, Song Xue was also a student at Shengye Middle School, also a senior in high school. Compared with him, her grades were sky-high, leaving him far behind.
I don't know if it was due to the influence of her eldest aunt, but Song Xue had always been very cold towards his cousin. She would never say hello to him when she met him at school. Even if he took the initiative to say hello, Song Xue would usually ignore him.
Song Yan changed her shoes and glanced around the living room, but she didn't find her uncle, so she asked: "Xiaoxue, where is your uncle? Haven't you gotten off work yet?"
"The unit has something to do temporarily, so I won't be back." Song Xue responded coldly.
"Oh." Song Yan responded, wanting to turn around and leave. He was very stressed about getting along with this mother and daughter.
Ten minutes later, Song Yan was holding the bowl and eating the rice silently with his head down. His aunt Yang Yanli suddenly put down her chopsticks and asked, "Song Yan, did you get into a fight with someone?"
"Yes." Song Yan nodded muffledly. Unexpectedly, his eldest aunt also knew about this matter. Could it be that Song Xue was suing him? Before school, the news that he beat Xue Yuancheng spread in the school.
"You are getting more and more shameless. Do you know how much effort your uncle has put into sending you to Holy Night Middle School? Can't you be more careful and stop smearing him?"
"I know, I won't do it anymore." Song Yan said solemnly, but felt inexplicably aggrieved in his heart.
After dinner, Song Yan left his uncle's house gloomily, with his aunt's words of teaching him still echoing in his ears.
On the way back to the dormitory, his eyes were a little confused. He didn't know where his future path would be.
With his poor grades, he would not be able to get into even the worst junior college, but he knew that if he was willing to speak up, no matter how difficult it was, his uncle would find a way to send him to a good university.
However, he did not want to trouble his uncle anymore. The driver who killed his parents escaped and has not been arrested until now. Therefore, he did not receive a penny in compensation. Therefore, in the past seven years, he has eaten and drank His clothes, clothes and school expenses all came from his uncle's expense. Perhaps it was because of this that his eldest aunt disliked him so much.
He didn't want to burden his uncle anymore, let alone rely on others.
To be honest, he also wanted to study well and get into a good university, but he really wasn't that good at studying, and his head felt dizzy when he was exposed to the knowledge in textbooks.
"It would be great if I were a top student... That's all. When the college entrance examination is over, I will go to work in another city and repay my uncle's kindness if I have the chance!" Song Yan thought to himself.
"Ouch, who hit me!"
Suddenly, Song Yan felt his head being hit by something, and then heard a "ding" sound. A silver ring bounced off his head and fell to the ground, rolling some distance before stopping.
Bending to pick up the ring, Song Yan subconsciously looked around. This place was relatively remote and there were no other pedestrians. So where did this ring come from
Did it fall from the sky
The shape of the ring is very ordinary. It should be made of sterling silver. There are no other patterns on the interface, only the Arabic numeral "1".
But looking at the word "1", Song Yan's spirit became trance-like, and a distant voice could be heard faintly in his ears: "The Galaxy Ring has been successfully bound to the host Song Yan, and now it will be activated...!"
The author's digression: The new book is here, friends, please collect it quickly. (To be continued)