I'm just hungry for your knowledge

An eraser fell into the boy's mouth in a parabola.

Chen Chen poked the pen cap: "Shut up."

The boy named Zhang Ming pinched his throat and turned back.

Before Han Shen recovered, Chen Chen looked at him sideways for a while, and said, "Don't be afraid, I am very elegant and easy-going, approachable."

"..."

WOC.

The slanting sunlight in the afternoon carved into the window, and coated the tabletop with a layer of golden light. Han Shen lay on the table sleepily, and there was a sound in his ear.

"The guys in the sports class are rough and pretentious. They just beat us by a point. They almost spray my face with saliva. Brother Chen, let's play together tonight?"

Li Fei walked over sweating profusely.

Chen Chen supported his chin with one hand, and lazily solved the problem. Hearing this sentence, he said softly, "Wait for me for 2 minutes."

Li Fei leaned over to look at the table, shouted dramatically, "Ah, my eyes!", and stepped back: "It's a physics competition again? Already? The winter camp invites you to go again.”

"The ambition is not here."

"Don't, what paper are you writing, go out and hey!"

Zhang Ming in the front row also pulled out his eyes from the sea of ​​books, and when he turned his head, there was a sky of ice and fire behind him. While Chen Chen and Li Fei were chatting passionately, while the new classmates were expressionless, exuding coolness in the atmosphere of the hot day. gas.

This transfer student is very arrogant.

Just now when Ye Ying asked me to introduce herself, the transfer student went up and wrote two bad characters like dogs crawling. She glanced at the classroom, not letting anyone in under her nose, and went straight off the podium.

Zhang Ming secretly winked at Li Fei: "Couldn't this Bald Luo be picked up by someone else's school bully?"

Li Fei glanced at it: "It may also be a double school grass."

"Do you think he is a master and a scumbag?"

"Look at the scum, you look like a social brother. And I wear these shoes for more than 1 yuan. My mother won't buy them for me. My family must be rich."

"If you don't have money, you can get into our class in the second year of high school? Baldy Luo is a greedy guy with no heart."

The attached high school does not accept transfer students from the second year of high school. The main courses are difficult, and they are taught by themselves. Students transferred from other schools may not be able to keep up, and they may delay their future.

I don't know how much money I spent, tsk.

The boy smashed the basketball on the door frame with a "bang", yelled at his friends and escorted Chen Chen to the court.

Han Shen curled his fingers on the seat and scratched his hair, lazily closed his eyes half-closed, took out the mineral water from the drawer and drank a few sips.

Then I looked at my phone, and WeChat stayed before class.

-Brother, come back if you feel uncomfortable, but don't play too much. For example, my brother and I watched the silver hair. Although men can't say no, but this... really can't!

- I'm in class first, I'll talk to you after school.

Han Shen got up and left the classroom, walked around the empty campus, and walked around behind a high wall.

Stretched fingers, flipped up with both hands, jumped forward and down, hair floated back by the breeze.

Wandering all over the street, I randomly found a black Internet cafe to occupy a seat, and started playing games.

"Damn class 13 is too dirty to play, old fritters, dominating the court to practice the fucking court? It's so annoying, Brother Chen, come next time before the evening self-study."

"What's the use of coming early? They just skipped their study hours and didn't leave at all."

Four or five boys were chattering in the corridor, and when they went upstairs, they saw Lao Qin standing at the back door, answering the phone.

"Teacher Qin!" The boy greeted with a playful smile, and Lao Qin looked away at them, beckoning, "Chen Chen, come here first."

Chen Chen stopped in his tracks, his forehead was slightly damp with sweat, his skin was chilled by the night wind, he leaned on the railing with one hand, and looked sideways at the shadow of a tree not far away.

"Okay, come right away." Lao Qin hung up the phone and turned to look at him, "Do you know where your deskmate is now?"

Chen Chen hadn't seen him since the last self-study class, so he thought for a while: "Bed?"

Old Qin: "..."

Chen Chen smiled lazily: "See, he likes to sleep."

"He's at Xiao Wen's internet cafe right now. He just called me. The camera at the back door captured him falling off the wall with white hair on his forehead. My son even pointed at the screen and called the armored warrior."

"Internet cafe?"

"The gate of the attached high school is getting better and better."

Lao Qin is in a very complicated mood now. This Han Shen has just arrived, and she hasn't figured out what his temper is, so don't care about it hastily, in case it hurts his self-esteem.But it really violates the sense of responsibility to let her completely let her skip the wall and skip classes to hang out in Internet cafes.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "Chen Chen, why don't you go and call him back."

Ordinary people don't know how many mysteries are hidden in the street of the school gate of the attached high school.

For example, some Internet cafes appear to be unpretentious black Internet cafes on the surface. In fact, the boss is a student who was expelled from the attached high school. As long as he sees a minor coming from the attached high school to his Internet cafe, he immediately welcomes him in, but then he takes a photo and sends it to the head teacher group to cooperate with the teacher. Caught off guard.

Chen Chen opened the curtain and entered the door, the boss Xiao Wen signaled to the inside: "Machine No. 17, don't expose, this boy looks a bit timid to me, in case my shop is smashed."

Chen Chen glanced at him: "How about I give you a return to the middle school card?"

Xiao Wen: "...I got it."

Why the hell is this junior so wicked?

Han Shen sat on the chair with one leg bent, his slender fingers fluttering over the keyboard, his delicate facial features were stained with cold fluorescence, and a line of thin lips was gently pursed in the shadows.

"Bang—" a sound was simulated in his mouth.

The game player fell to the ground and let out a high-pitched scream.

Han Shen tirelessly and enthusiastically imitated the pronunciation of firearms "bang bang bang--". Every time a tune was played, a player died.

In the game, there are tragedies and sorrows in the world, but he is careless, with a smile gradually forming on the corners of his lips, flamboyant.

"What the hell is this fairy? Brother, are you still playing tomorrow?" A boy's voice came out from the speaker, "Why don't you come out and add a friend? Take me, take me!"

This is just a game that Han Shen casually clicked and played for an hour, Doomsday Survival, and what he just killed was the other force that was robbing resources.

"It's so simple, what is there to bring?" Han Shen lowered his gaze: "Let's watch the time. Go to the base first."

"The base is such a place where military strategists must be upright, there are so many bosses! Aren't we going to deliver the courier?" Another male voice said, he is not very confident in this big brother he just met.

"Whether love comes or not, I go in and out."

Han Shen rubbed his wrists before he noticed a slanted figure on the table.

Chen Chen pulled out the chair and sat down next door: "You continue."

Han Shen glanced at the time.

The attached middle school is still studying at night, and probably understands why this person is here.

But he didn't speak, and Han Shen didn't bother to talk to him.

"Follow me closely, don't just wander around." Han Shen put his gun on his back and groped for the narrow passage behind the tall building, so as not to trigger the NPC's alarm mechanism.

"There's still this way? Brother, what insight do you have!" The male voice was at least twice as thick as Han Shen's, calling him unambiguous.

Playing games, food is the original sin, strong is the father.

I successfully climbed into the warehouse of the base, and in a dozen oil bottles behind me, I don’t know who was too nervous and accidentally fell down when climbing over the wall.

"Hold!????"

"Are you fucking shopping in the vegetable market?"

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

"Buzzing—"

The base alarm was activated, and suddenly there was a sharp scream, and countless raised zombies and hardcover old players gathered.

The screams continued.

Han Shen stared at the gray screen, unable to react for a while.Although he only played for an hour, he already has a complete set of equipment and weapons. He is considered a little fat, but he was so popular because of a pig teammate?

Han Shen clicked the mouse irritably, planning to start over.

"Student, do you think that beam of light that blew your head off just now looks like an arcsine function?" The figure sitting on the side suddenly leaned over to the computer, and tapped the screen with slender fingers

Han Shen: "..."

arcsine function.

Really like it.

But didn't this fucking mean to be disgusting?

"..."

Young Master Han was so disgusted that he stuck the mouse with his fingertips and refused to open it. He licked his lips for a long time and stood up.

Damn it, don't fight anymore.

The long street is dark, the roadside is covered by dense banyan trees, and the high street lamps leak orange light from between the leaves.

Han Shen sipped his gum and took two steps. Chen Chen's slender shadow rose from his feet.

Sniffing the cool air in the night wind, he continued to walk towards the school, bypassing a small shop at the intersection, and a few figures loomed in front of him.

"What did you say in class last time? You haven't left school for a few days, don't you dare?"

"So you ran away right after school today, thinking that I can't catch you?"

"Either call me Dad, or kneel down and apologize to me..."

Han Shen raised his gaze, and there were four or five tall and thin boys standing at the intersection, wearing masks, surrounding a boy in a plaid shirt, pushing and shoving.

Are there still people fighting at the gate of the National Model High School?

Han Shen's first reaction was to take a picture of this scene and paste it on the face of his father who blew up the middle school.

The passing girls made a semicircle, avoided and hurried away.

"You say your mother! Fuck—" The man in the mask was suddenly irritated and kicked at the plaid shirt.

Plaid Shirt took a few steps back, turned around and spread his legs and ran desperately.

A few spirited guys in masks chased after them, sprinting left and right on the street, pushing and bumping people nonchalantly.

"Ah!" The two girls screamed in fright as they were pushed to the side of the road.

The plaid shirt flew by, and Han Shen opened his eyes, feeling unhappy.

A tall [-]-meter man sprinted up shouting "Don't fucking get in the way!", and was suddenly strangled by his collar. Due to inertia, he staggered forward and fell forward, with a tearing pain in his neck.

"I'm going to fight in the dance studio."

Han Shen squinted his eyes, shook his hand, and uttered his words clearly and cleanly, "Wandering around on the road will affect public health, so you can see if I hit you."

"Fuck, kill Matt and take care of yourself, or hide your mother—"

Before the arrogant guy could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his abdomen, and he fell head and foot upside down on the ground, panting and glaring at the tall boy beside him.

Han Shen looked down at him, took off his baseball cap, and almost wrote the word "villain" on his face.

One of them took out half of the steel pipe from nowhere, roared up, and before he fell down, Han Shen raised his leg and kicked the stick, "Kangdang—" After punching, he pressed his head and fell down on the ground. land.

Han Shen crossed his legs and sat on him, took out his mobile phone and gestured, ready to take pictures.

"Take off the mask yourself, or should I do it?"

A few people were dumbfounded. They were relying on their numbers, but Han Shen's destructive virtue made him look more like a street bully than them.

"...the sage in white?" Han Shen tilted his head and thought for a while, but failed to remember the name, "Why don't you call the police?"

Standing in the shadow of the street trees, Chen Chen hadn't recovered from the windy street fight, and saw the other party raised his hand and casually stroked the earrings on his earlobe.

The voice gradually became impatient: "Full score composition?"

"Xuehai Chaos? What do you call you, without a little self-consciousness?"

"Either call the team leader, or call Chen Chen, or call Dad." Chen Chen came over, "Er Dong Chen, Chen Chen."

"Oh." Han Shen took off the man's mask, revealing a corner of his clothes, with the badge of "Chengdu High School Attached" on it.

It turned out to be a student of the attached middle school.

"Or is it appropriate to contact the dean?"

But as soon as Chen Chen approached, the group of spirited guys suddenly got up and backed away. They had fierce faces just now, but now they stood obediently in a row according to height. One of the men with short hair took off his mask and cracked his mouth at Chen Chen with a smile.

"Brother Chen, don't, don't call the police, just make a joke with your classmates, hehehe."

Chen Chen recognized their faces for a while: "Who are you?"

The inch-cut man hurriedly introduced himself: "Brother Chen, I'm in class 17. I also went to the city's basketball league last year. The number 8 is written on the jersey, remember?"

Chen Chen: "I don't remember."

Cuntoed man: "...It doesn't matter if I don't remember, anyway, our school team was given to a donkey by those idiots from the No. [-] Middle School? Playing dirty balls, if you hadn't tried to reason and earn another chance, how could we have won the first place? "

At that time, the students of the attached high school were not at their home court, and all the members were helpless and furious. When even the teacher who led the team was about to give up, I saw Chen Chen single-handedly entered the coach shed with a bottle of mineral water.

After arguing for half an hour, a few coaches came out flushed, and regretfully announced that the attached middle school was more important than the first middle school.

The eloquence in debates, the logic of argumentative essays with full marks, otherwise how can you say that the sage in white is talking about it?

So in the attached middle school, it is up to you to do evil and show off.

Don't provoke Chen Chen is a consensus.

The inch-cut man's confession of true feelings is over.

Chen Chen pointed at the frightened girl with his slender finger, without saying a word: "Apologize."

"Okay, okay!" The inch-cropped man hurriedly slipped to the girl's side with his hips between his legs, nodded and bowed in one breath: "Sister, I'm sorry, I was the one who was so out of my mind just now, and ran all over the street, didn't I scare you? Would you like to add a WeChat message please?" Do you drink milk tea?"

The girl spit, turned and left.

"I'll leave if I'm fine, goodbye Brother Chen, good night Brother Chen!"

Chen Chen hummed.

The night wind blew, and seeing the figures drifting away, Han Shen turned his head: "What do you mean? Bullying classmates is just like this to amnesty the world?"

Chen Chen had a showdown: "I didn't bring my mobile phone."

Han Shen: "..."

The school bell began to ring after school, and a Rolls-Royce drove up at the end of the street. Han Shen stuffed his hands into his clothes and said, "Let's go."

"Wait." Chen Chen took two steps forward, "Does it hurt to fight with ten rings?"

Han Shen curled up with pain in his fingers, without changing his face: "Is there? I don't feel it."

"Pick it off, don't bring it to the classroom."

Chen Chen's voice was laziness, and he didn't speak too aggressively, but Han Shen, the glass heart, couldn't help but yelled out from his throat: "Are you okay?"

"Pick it off, tomorrow." Chen Chen said lightly, "If you're willing, I'll put it on for you one by one after the college entrance examination. But at school, I won't say anything if I can't."