Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 452 Honest and Cowardly Contractor Dad Has a Headache Everyday 8
The next day, the opening ceremony.

All freshmen must line up in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the teacher to attend lectures.

On such occasions, Fuchen never seriously participates.

She fled directly to the backstage of the speech.

The school uniforms for freshmen in the first grade are blue, green in the second grade, and red in the third grade, which are very easy to distinguish.

There are a few people standing scattered in the background, reciting the lines of the speech.

This time, the students gave speeches for freshmen, second graders, and third graders.

Fu Chen stared at the boy without saying a word.

The boy looked up, looked at the person, and then at the school uniform, "Are you also giving a speech?" After listening to the microphone in front of him, "It's our turn soon."

Fuchen: "Are you the first prize in the city's Olympiad?"

The boy nodded.

"Bibi? I want to know what the level of the junior high school Olympiad is."

This is a door-to-door provocation.Boys think, "Compared to what?"

Fuchen took out the book on his stomach: "National Middle School Students Olympiad Collection".

"You pick a question, and I will do it. If I do it, I get one point. If I can't do it, if you can do it, you get one point."

"I pick a question, and it's the same."

"Whoever loses, give 100 yuan."

The boy smiled, "Wait until I finish my speech."

The two found a studio in the art building for a written test.There's enough chalk here.

The two of them, half of each other, were arguing with each other on the blackboard. When the school bell rang in the morning, Fuchen turned his head and found Zhen Shen standing in the classroom.

"Hungry?" This is the studio, and Fuchen undoubtedly has it.

The boy was startled.Silently, I don't know how long I stood behind.For no reason, I have a bad impression of him.

But he is good looking.

Zhen Shen gestured, "How much longer?"

Fuchen glanced at the formula on the table, and happened to be hungry, so he went to the front and wrote while saying, "right now." Complete the formula.Reach out.

The boy suppressed his face, and glanced at Zhen Shen again, "I didn't bring any money. What's your name, what class, I'll send it to you tomorrow."

"Fu Chen, Class [-]." Fu Chen threw the book to Zhen Shen, who was carrying a schoolbag, "I know you are in Class [-], Grade [-]."

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"Zhang Xingjian. Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement." Fuchen added.

Zhang Xingjian smiled.

Zhen Shen was quiet the whole time, like a transparent person.

The two went directly to dinner, and Lan Lan called to find them halfway.Lan Lan deliberately dressed up, even her blue school uniform couldn't hide her delicate and beautiful face.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" Lan Lan acted like a baby.

Fu Chen was too lazy to take care of it.

They are not in the same class.

Lan Lan class one.best class.

She is in class thirteen, the same class as Zhen Shen.The class is as awesome as the code name.They don't have a share in the usual grades, and it depends on them to flex their muscles besides the grades.It is a famous specialty class.

Lan Lan's mother has strict requirements on her, and her grades should not be lower than the top ten in her grade.

This kind of obedient baby who reads a lot, Fuchen never likes to talk to him.

There was no intersection at all.

It's just that when she went to the bathroom in the fourth grade, she didn't pay for her clothes, and she fell down, smelling like shit.

The class laughed at her for shitting on her body.She lay on the table and cried non-stop.

Fuchen was sleeping in the back row, only to feel the commotion, scolding the group of people.Since then, he has been haunted by this girl.

In the afternoon, the teachers of each subject attend the first class.They are all explaining classroom discipline, calling names and getting to know classmates.

Fuchen fled directly to play basketball.Zhen Shen followed her, and was already familiar with skipping classes and school.

After visiting the campus yesterday, I already know roughly where it is convenient to play truant and where is a good place to stay (on campus) when skipping classes.

The basketball court is more for the second and third graders to play again.

Fu Chen successfully joined the first team with a three-pointer.

Zhen Shen sat quietly on the steps to watch and draw pictures.

In one afternoon, the teacher also basically knew which thorns in the class and which ones were easy to pinch.

On the first day of the official class, Zhang Xingjian came over early to give away the money, and made an appointment for the next competition.

Fuchen agreed.

Afterwards, word spread in the class, chasing Fu Chen to ask for details.

Class 13, a specialty class, is also a good class.

Everyone doesn't like to study, and they don't need to study hard. Everyone's interest lies in playing.

Yesterday the teacher called roll call, there were only a few girls in the class, eating melon seeds and gossiping in a circle.

Seeing this, the teacher turned around and left.

The one who just spoke on stage as an outstanding student representative yesterday, everyone knows who this person is.At this time, it was the man of the hour in the first grade.

What would it mean for such a person to come to Fuchen and make an appointment for a competition?
Fu Chen was thinking: just started school, everything is still undecided, and it is the time to build a group and start a career.

She has been in the circle and knows that socializing at the beginning of school is very important.quality of life in subsequent years.He only said, "Compared with others in the junior high school Olympiad, I won."

I won't say anything about the rest.

Deterrence, this sentence is enough.

Early self-study, the class teacher came to show off.

The head teacher was a 30-year-old woman with a stern voice, and she slammed the textbook on the podium with a "bang".

Whether it is a teacher or a student, they all know that the class teacher must stand up at this time.

It was wild yesterday.Too early, not the time.Tomorrow, teachers and students of all subjects will be offended.late.

Only the morning self-study for the official class today is the best time.

The teacher focused on arresting and scolding a few people, one of whom was Fuchen.

Although these few were scolded, they were also influential people in the eyes of the teacher and active members of the class.

Being named at this time, the name formed a whirlwind in the class to publicize.It is best for building gangs.

It's a good thing to be scolded, but it's not a good thing to scold without talking back.

"Teacher, didn't you count as the start of school yesterday? Why are you so angry? If there are too many nasolabial folds, it won't look good." A boy shook his chair and said with a smile.

Several other people chimed in, speaking with one mouth and another.Neither anger the teacher, nor throw the teacher's pot out.

As soon as the subject changed, the boy threw the conflict to Fu Chen, "Hey, there is a good seed here. The first prize in the city's math competition, the representative of the outstanding students yesterday. She won the competition. You should cultivate this kind of person well, maybe Can go from our class to class 1."

The teacher's attention was indeed diverted.

Fu Chen looked back at the boy.The boy smiled and looked back at her with a smile in his eyes.

Sure enough, the teacher brought up the topic again, "Fuchen, you should play less basketball with others and do more math problems. Join Zhang Xingjian and the others to participate in the competition this year."

Fu Chen looked serious, "Teacher, if I don't play, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a representative to play basketball in the sports meeting. After all! I heard that someone was kicked off the basketball court."

The boy suppressed a smile, "You little boy, what kind of basketball do you play? Can you play house with girls?"

"It's useless for you to be tall. You only need to be tall but not brainy." Fuchen replied.

Teacher, "Shut up."

Boy: "I don't hit girls."

Girl: "You can't beat it either."

The teacher yelled, "That's enough! I'm going to drop out of school, what are you studying? You are here to study, not to play basketball and fight! Wu Zhanfei, Yang Fuchen! Get out and stand!"

The two glanced at each other and went out to stand.

"Practice time between classes, how about it?" Wu Zhanfei whispered, avoiding the teacher's sight.

"What color head?"

Wu Zhanfei smiled, "I won't bully you either. If I win, you can call me brother. If you win, I will call you sister."

"to make."

The first lesson, the class teacher's Chinese class.

No one escaped.

In the second math class, everyone also knew about the competition.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Wu Yangyang ran out clamoring.

The first exciting thing at the beginning of school.

Everyone is in high spirits.

The two occupied half of the court and competed one-on-one to see who scored more goals.

The boy is 1.7 meters three, and the floating dust is 1.6 meters. There is a huge difference in height between the two, but they know each other's skills as soon as they dribble.

The boy is tall and agile, and the strength comparison between the two was not obvious at the beginning of the collision.

Next to him, the boy shouted, "Come on, Brother Fei!"

The girl also shouted, "Come on, Brother Fei!"

Lanlan didn't know where she got the news, so she also ran over and shouted, "Fuchen, come on!"

Here, the basketball court is hot.

Over there, the head teacher couldn't find his own class team on the playground-this has almost become the practice of every class 13 in the first grade of junior high school every year.

Unless, like last year, there were no fights in class 13 because of a boy's reputation, otherwise there must be fights.

Of course, not every year there are such noisy classes.

But according to her experience of leading classes for eight years, there must be a class that cannot be controlled every three or four years.

She didn't deal with it.The sooner the result of this kind of rivalry between two tigers comes out, the better it will be managed.

When the time comes, she will have three chapters with this tiger according to the law, and Class 13 will still be under her control—and this premise is to be a "good old man" who is ruthless inwardly and externally protective.As for the black-faced Bao Gong, the head teacher looked at the grade teacher who was monitoring on the stage.

On the high platform, the grade director who couldn't find Class 13 got angry, "Class 13 in the first grade of junior high school! Where did Class 13 go!"

"The head teacher of class 13 came to the playground!" The whole school announced.

The class teacher hid between the teaching building and the wall courtyard.Estimated to wait for 5 minutes, and then "hastily" ran over.

A total of 20 minutes of inter-class exercises.It took another 5 minutes to run across.After being reprimanded by the grade director, I rushed to the basketball court within the last 5 minutes of the inter-class exercises.

"What are you looking at! Don't go to class yet!" The radio gymnastics music was all played.

"Those two over there!" The grade teacher roared, then turned to the head teacher and said, "What's their name? Call them to my office."

Class teacher: "Oh, this, I don't remember..."

I haven't stepped into the basketball court yet.

The onlookers left in a swarm through another exit.

The two on the playground were fighting fiercely, and it was a tie, and neither of them wanted to leave!

"Those two!" Seeing the grade director enter the playground gate, he wanted to come over.

Wu Zhanfei was distracted for a while, and Fu Chen took the opportunity, turned around and shot, and scored a point, just as the bell rang for class!Fu Chen turned around and ran away.

Wu Zhanfei didn't want the ball anymore, he ran after him!

"Don't be complacent! Let's try again!" Wu Zhanfei was not convinced.

Fu Chen speeded up, not wanting to see Yang Yong at school on the first day at all.

"After school in the afternoon, let's play a game! Don't play ball, fight! There is no time limit. Until you admit defeat."

With their clothes off, they are all muscular people.

Wu Zhanfei didn't think of her as a girl, so he responded straight away, "See you in the gymnasium in the third class in the afternoon." He turned and ran to another lane.

The two ran south and north, running extremely fast.

The grade director ran halfway, panting.Turning his head to look behind, the head teacher of class 13 couldn't run for a long time, and walked slowly behind.

"What are the names of those two?"

"No, I didn't see it clearly."

"Stop being sloppy! You don't know what's going on in the class!"

Class teacher: "Director, leave it to me, leave it to me. We didn't come to the front, and we didn't catch the current one, so it's hard to say. These kids are very ghostly, and they won't recognize them when they are killed. It's not easy to deal with, isn't it?"

"You leave it to me. I have a good idea of ​​who it is. After I go back, I will shake the mountain and beat the tiger, and I will manage them well."

The grade director glanced at him, put his belly on his back, and thought for a while, "Okay. I'll leave it to you. At the beginning, it was really difficult for you to do it. But if you continue to do this a month later..."

"Okay, okay, the class will definitely be better in a month's time than it is now!"

"Go! Stop giving me a word game!"

The grade teacher here is comforting, and the head teacher over there occupies the third class for 5 minutes.

"What's the match in this basketball game? Did you play well? The whole class doesn't do exercises!"

"Fuchen, come with me!"

"Wu Zhanfei also comes out!"

The two followed out.

One enters the office while the other waits outside.

Fu Chen went in, the head teacher didn't say anything, and took out a set of competition questions from the drawer, "This is a question for the city in the past three years, ready to prepare."

Not much to say.

When Wu Zhanfei went in, he didn't know what to say.After going back, I touched my nose and only said that I was reprimanded.

There was a lot of noise all morning, and the teacher said it was his own.The classmates were whispering, eating snacks, drawing, and doing lipstick and manicure without interfering with each other.

Teachers and students are also harmonious.

Wait until the third class in the afternoon, self-study class.

In this kind of class, as long as there is no teacher in charge, the people in class 13 are basically free to move around.

Fu Chen and Zhan Fei ran away immediately, followed by half of their classmates.

Zhen Shen carried the schoolbag on his back, walked to the floating seat, and packed the schoolbag calmly.

"Who are you from Fuchen?" Someone next to him asked.

Zhen Shen didn't say anything.

"I'm sick." The others cursed and left.

Fuchen’s schoolbag comes with bruises and disinfectant, and the only books he touches are math competition papers.Zhen Shen trotted to the gymnasium.

The two people in the hall had already fought with bare hands.

Fu Chen has short hair and a flat chest, and he doesn't know where it comes from.

Zhanfei often fights with others, and his experience and moves are all practiced in actual combat.

It was time for the two to warm up, and no one hurt the other.

Zhen Shen squeezed to the front with two schoolbags on his back to watch.

Unknown people from nearby also ran over to watch the excitement, squeezed to the front, and asked casually, "Brother, what's going on?"

Zhen Shen glanced at the stage and at this group of people.

The little bald man huddled together with the three boys to watch.Sweat all over.

Zhen Shen turned his head and looked ahead.

"Hey, can I ask you something? You are dumb."

The word "dumb" was sensitively captured by Fuchen, and when he turned his head to look, it was Zhen Shen who was being pushed and shoved.

None of the classmates around me helped, they all watched the fun.

With this distraction, her jaw was hit in a circle, and her brain was dizzy.

"Stop, stop, I admit defeat!" Fuchen said, quickly got up, ran over, grabbed the little bald heads who were pushing and shoved, and quickly fought together.

Seeing this, Wu Zhanfei followed suit.

(End of this chapter)