Chapter 120
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He punched the other party in the face.
Again and again.
Until the other party reacted and pushed him away effortlessly.
Countless punches and kicks landed on his body. An Feiran curled up in pain.
He looked through the gaps in the crowd with great effort. That beautiful and graceful girl gave him a look as if she was giving him a kind glance.
Then, she used a voice that chilled An Feiran to the bone. "That's enough. Class One forbids fighting. Don't make things difficult for me, okay?"
Her tone was half coquettish and half reproachful.
Oh.
She was the class monitor.
An Feiran suddenly understood. She said don't make things difficult for me.
How ironic was that?
*
"Hey, Brother Xun, have you heard?"
"Get lost —"
Shen Xun was lying on the table to catch up on sleep. His voice was hoarse and his temper was bad.
Han Jun was used to it. He said excitedly, "A few boys from Class One are fighting. Wow! Didn't they always claim to be the pride of Liyang and the three model students? Tsk, tsk, tsk. They even know how to fight? "
He talked eloquently and excitedly.
Song Yaoyao was lying on the table doing her homework. Tang Xinrou was beside her, scratching her ears and cheeks. She had been stumped by a question for half an hour.
No one bothered him at all. He didn't mind.
"From the looks of it, I think our third class is more harmonious."
Han Jun rubbed his chin and sighed.
Tang Xinrou rolled her eyes. She couldn't stand it anymore. "Aren't they causing trouble? They don't dare to, okay? "
Shen Xun had been coming to class on time every day since a few days ago.
With him around, who would dare to disturb his rest? Were they tired of living?
Oh, except for the person beside her who was even more impressive.
"Ahem …" Han Jun thought carefully. "That's true."
Tang Xinrou shook her head. This person was hopeless.
"Hey, aren't you guys curious about why they're fighting?" Han Jun scratched his head with a perplexed look on his face.
Song Yaoyao couldn't help but turn around and ask curiously, "Han Jun, is the paper too easy?"
That was why he had the time to gossip while doing the questions.
"Jun 'er …"
Shen Xun rubbed the numb half of his face and patted Han Jun's face with a faint smile. His voice was as gentle as dripping water. "Do you know what you look like now?"
"Ah? Like what? "
Shen Xun sneered and squeezed out three words from his thin lips, "Gossipy woman —"
"Wow, Brother Xun, that's too much. I just want to share my simple happiness with you. Don't you feel happy? "
Tang Xinrou: "Sorry, no."
Shen Xun: "Ha."
Song Yaoyao felt that it wasn't good to not give him face like this. She held the pen and turned her head, giving him an extremely perfunctory smile.
"It's so funny."
Han Jun got goosebumps. He was speechless. "Forget it, you'd better stop laughing."
It was too fake.
"Pa —"
Just as he finished speaking, a slap landed on the back of his head.
"Roar! Brother Xun! Why did you hit me? "
Shen Xun smiled. "How can you talk to my brother like that?"
Han Jun's face was intimately pressed against the desk, his lips pouting. "…"
He didn't want to live anymore. How nice.
*
Wang Zhongyun was in a good mood recently because he realized that the overall learning environment of the third class was different.
Now, during class, everyone listened quietly. There were no more whispers or loud noises.
This made him very happy.
"Okay, class dismissed."
He looked lovingly at the children in the classroom. "The mid-term exam is next Monday. I hope that everyone can work hard and get rid of the last place."
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