With his fist, he hit the opponent's face fiercely.
Again and again.
Until the other party reacted and pushed him away effortlessly.
Countless fists and feet landed on his body, and An Feiran curled up, feeling pain all over his body.
He struggled to look through the gaps in the crowd, and the beautiful and graceful girl gave him a charitable look.
Then he gently persuaded An Feiran in a voice that made An Feiran cold to the bone: "You are almost done. Fighting is forbidden in the first class. Don't make it difficult for me to do well, okay?"
Half coquettish, half reproachful tone.
oh.
She is the monitor.
An Feiran suddenly realized, she said, don't make it difficult for her.
How ironic
"Hey Brother Xun, have you heard that?"
"roll-"
Shen Xun lay on the table to catch up on sleep, his voice was hoarse and his temper was grumpy.
Han Jun took it for granted, and he said excitedly: "Several boys in class one started fighting, oh shit! Don't they always claim to be the pride of Liyang, are they three-good students? Tsk tsk tsk, they still fight?"
He spoke eloquently, excitedly speaking.
Song Yaoyao was lying on the table writing papers, Tang Xinrou scratched her ears and cheeks beside her, and was stumped by a question for half an hour.
Nobody paid him any attention at all, and he didn't mind either.
"Looking at it this way, I think our third class is more harmonious."
Han Jun stroked his chin and sighed.
Tang Xinrou rolled her eyes, unable to listen anymore, "Aren't they making trouble? Are they not daring?"
The plague god behind him has been coming to class on time every day since a few days ago.
With him sitting in town, who dares to disturb him to rest, because he is too impatient to work
Oh, except for the even more awesome master next to her.
"Cough..." Han Jun thought about it carefully, "That's right."
Tang Xinrou shook his head, this person is probably hopeless.
"Hey, let me tell you, don't you guys wonder why they fought?" Han Jun scratched his head with a puzzled expression on his face.
Song Yaoyao couldn't help turning her head, and asked curiously, "Student Han Jun, is the paper too easy?"
That's why he can have the time to gossip while doing the questions.
"Gentleman—"
Shen Xun rubbed half of his numb face vigorously, patted Han Jun's face with a smile, and said softly, "Do you know what you look like now?"
"Ah? Like what?"
Shen Xun sneered, and squeezed out three words from his thin lips, "Long-tongued woman—"
"Wow Xun brother, you are going too far. I just want to share my simple happiness with you. Don't you feel happy?"
Tang Xinrou: "Sorry, no."
Shen Xun: "Oh."
Song Yaoyao felt that it was not good to lose face like this, she turned her head while holding the pen, and gave him an extremely perfunctory smile.
"It's so funny."
Han Jun's goosebumps came down, he was speechless: "Forget it, you better stop laughing."
Too fake.
"Snapped-"
As soon as the words fell, there was a slap on the back of the head.
"Oh! Brother Xun! Why did you hit me?"
Shen Xun smiled, "Why did you talk to my elder brother?"
Han Jun's face was in close contact with the table, and his lips were pursed: "..."
Today is also a day that I don’t want to live, which is great.
Wang Zhongyun is in a good mood recently, because he found that the overall learning environment of the third class is different.
Now in class, everyone listens to the class quietly, and there is no more whispering or making loud noises.
This made him very relieved.
"Okay, get out of class is over."
He looked at the children in the classroom lovingly, "Next Monday is the midterm exam. I hope that all of us can work hard and strive to get rid of the last place."