The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

"The results of it?"

"Your brother and my acting skills are superb, of course Deputy Principal Liu believed it!"

"What did Xue Shen say?"

"What can he say, he looks at me blankly, and then he nods whatever I say, look, your idols agree with me."

"Why do I feel that Xue Shen doesn't want to talk to you anymore?"

"fart!"

Zhou Xing kicked Zhu Youpeng's ass, kicked him staggeringly, and took a few steps forward.

Zhu Youpeng was facing forward, but he didn't see the guilt and dodging eyes on Zhou Xing's face.

"Ah..." Zhu Youpeng rubbed his buttocks and complained, "It hurts! If you have something to say, can you say it well, my ass is very precious!"

Zhou Xing heard this, his eyes fell on his butt that was about to turn up, and he smiled coldly: "Oh? What's so precious about your ass?"

Zhu Youpeng screamed at high volume for a while, then changed the subject: "Brother, what did Xueshen do to you that night?"

Hearing Zhou Xing's bragging so much, but not hearing Yu Jue's real reaction that night, Zhu Youpeng was so curious that he stared at Zhou Xing without blinking.

Zhou Xing was successfully distracted. He thought it was nothing at the time, but now that he thinks about it, he feels that Yu Jue was too ruthless.

"Him?" Zhou Xing pursed his lips, "He ignored me, looked at me with that 'I know you? Are you sick?' look for a while, and left with his umbrella."

Zhu Youpeng: "..."

The story is too different, right?

Zhu Youpeng patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, and comforted him: "Brother, it's all right, don't take it too seriously, Xueshen is just like that, and he is famous for his lack of affection."

Mentioning feelings makes Zhou Xing angry.

He clenched his fists and asked loudly, "That's not so inhumane, is it?!"

Zhu Youpeng saw that his brother was angry, and in order to appease his brother, he agreed very much: "Yes, yes, yes, I also think so, it is simply not human."

I'm sorry idol, but my brother is more important.

As a result, in the next second, Zhou Xing's words surprised him.

"Isn't he just a human being? I kindly grabbed some candy for him, and he gave me a dirty face! That's fine. I love world peace. I kindly peeled off the candy wrapper for him and fed it to his mouth. What about him? He’s fine! That look wants to eat me! And wipe his mouth with a piece of paper soaked in water! Fuck! This fucking inhuman!”

Zhu Youpeng: "..."

He seemed to have heard something he shouldn't have heard.

Zhu Youpeng twitched his lips and said, "Brother, you may not know that Xueshen doesn't like sweets, and he also has a cleanliness habit."

"What?" Zhou Xing was speechless, "Don't eat it, just say it! Who knew he was so weird that he didn't eat candy! He also has a cleanliness? Do you think I'm dirty? Or do you think sugar is dirty?"

Zhu Youpeng silently shut up.

It's over, another crazy one.

This is really the first time Zhou Xing has seen this kind of person, isn't it because of his good academic performance?What's the big deal?

"In the afternoon, I'll find Lao Huang to change my deskmate." Zhou Xing took a sip of Coca-Cola and put it on the table with a loud sound.

Zhu Youpeng bit the straw, sipped the Coke slowly, and said, "It's fine, you can save yourself from getting into a fight with Xue Shen, and you can't beat him."

Zhou Xing was startled, and slapped him on the head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He can't beat Yu Jue?

isn't it?

Zhu Youpeng groaned, covered his head, and said aggrievedly: "I'm worried about you, brother, you don't know, Xueshen was a notorious school bully before he transferred to another school, even the teacher and the principal beat him up It's commonplace, even more ruthless than you."

Zhou Xing raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously: "How do you know?"

When he said this, Zhou Xing couldn't help thinking of the silver rings he wore on both ears when he first met Yu Jue.

At that time, he was still curious, but because he couldn't figure it out, he put it behind him.

Zhu Youpeng put down the Coke, looked around cautiously, and after ensuring safety, leaned forward and whispered in Zhou Xing's ear: "I checked him when he just turned around, and now all these things have been erased. God, his family is quite rich and powerful."

Zhou Xing played with the can, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Zhu Youpeng continued to whisper: "It's not that his grades are too bad, and people are hard to get along with. I'm curious, and as soon as I found out, I ran to share with you. It's just that you rewarded me a few times. The word 'not interested'."

What Zhu Youpeng said made Zhou Xing somewhat impressed. At that time, he was being brainwashed by his teacher. He wished that he would never hear the name Yu Jue in his life. How could he have the heart to know about Yu Jue?

Zhou Xing suddenly thought of something, and wondered, "Is he like this? Can he still enter our school?"

Aside from his family's wealth and power, Yu Jue's grades are really solid. If he was a bully before transferring to another school, where did he get his grades from?

Yu Jue won't be so perverted that he can't learn by himself, right?

Zhu Youpeng's expression was complicated: "The thing about the god of learning is that he is a god of learning and a school bully. He is the first in grade and fights to make troubles. However, the god of learning doesn't fight now. What could be the reason?"

There are not many people who know about this matter, if it is well known, those students don't know what expression they will have.

Zhou Xing listened with an unpredictable expression.

He squeezed hard the can in his hand, and threw it casually. The blue can drew a perfect arc in the air and fell safely into the trash can.

"It turned out to be so interesting." Zhou Xing licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. He got up and patted Zhu Youpeng's shoulder, "I won't change the tablemate, let's go."

"Ah? Why don't you change it?" Zhu Youpeng stared blankly at Zhou Xing who was about to leave after patting his ass.

Zhou Xing ignored him and left the small shop, Zhu Youpeng hurriedly followed.

"You said the content of the review, did I write that although my heart was damaged, I still loved life, or did I write that I was tied up and resisted bravely, and I knew in my heart that beating people should not be?"

With his hands in his pockets, Zhou Xing carefully analyzed the trends of the two types of self-criticism.

Although Deputy Principal Liu believed him, fighting at the school gate violated the school rules, so Zhou Xing had to do some self-reflection and write a [-]-word self-criticism.

Zhu Youpeng scratched his head: "These two kinds of bullheads are wrong, what does it have to do with fighting?"

Zhou Xing sighed deeply: "You don't understand this."

He really doesn't understand.

Zhou Xing doesn't have the habit of taking a lunch break. During other people's lunch break, he either goes to the Internet cafe to play games, or drives around on a motorcycle.

But today, he wasted more time and couldn't do much.

Facing Zhu Youpeng's desire to get close to the learning god, Zhou Xing took him back to the classroom.

As the class time approached, there were already some bullies sitting in their seats in the classroom, and they were reading books one by one.

Passing by the corridor, feeling the positive atmosphere, Zhou Xing felt that he was out of place.

Yu Jue is not in the classroom.

The books on his desk are neatly stacked, with almost no creases, and the naked eye can see that his surroundings are spotlessly clean.

Zhou Xing’s was different, the book was wide open, slanted, and there were leftover potato chips on the table that he forgot to throw away, even the candy cartons and crumpled paper towels were lying in it.

This stark contrast.

Next to the unclosed books was a stack of white scrolls and a few books. Zhou Xing pressed his fingers on the pages blown by the wind and squinted.

The ink-black title is not long, but it is enough to shock Zhou Xing's heart.

"Grade 1 mathematics simulation test paper, senior [-] Chinese first semester unit test [-], Huanggang dense paper, senior [-] English grammar complete explanation, senior [-] basic question types, mathematics knowledge points are compulsory..."

The more Zhou Xing looked at it, the more confused he became. The thick stack has a lot of visual impact.

Zhu Youpeng took a copy of "Love to Brush Questions" and flipped through it. He was surprised and surprised: "Brother, have you reformed?"

Zhou Xing snatched the book from Zhu Youpeng's hand: "Change your fart."

Holding the book in mid-air, he raised his voice and asked, "Whose book is it?"

The school masters who read the book cast blank and scared eyes, and the three big characters with horizontal strokes came into their eyes.

Love to brush questions?

Forget it, it's not bad if the school bully can read the questions.

"Do you know who put me here?" Zhou Xing asked again. Seeing them shaking their heads, he simply mixed a stack of test papers with a few books, and prepared to put them on the podium, waiting for someone to claim them by himself.

Zhu Youpeng was still talking beside him: "It's not yours. I was almost moved by you. It turned out that it was all empty."

Zhou Xing stretched his leg and gave him a kick, and said in a bad tone, "Shut up."

During the conversation, Yu Jue suddenly appeared by the desk aisle. The blue and white school uniform that he usually complained about was wearing on him, which was so eye-catching. Coupled with his cold and handsome face, he seemed to be a tearful man.

The moment he saw the idol, Zhu Youpeng's lazy back straightened instantly, his expression was serious and excited, and he wanted to stick his eyes to the idol, but he didn't dare, the idol was fierce.

Zhou Xing just glanced at him and continued with his movements.

Yu Jue glanced back and forth at the two of them, finally staring at Zhou Xing's messy documents, and said, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Xing tidied things casually, pushed away the chair, listened to his question, and answered casually: "Put the book on the podium, I don't know who put it here."

Yu Jue: "This is given to you by the head teacher."

Zhou Xing paused, stepped back incredulously, looked into Yu Jue's indifferent eyes: "Are you sure?"

Yu Jue raised his eyes, and calmly explained: "I gave you love to brush the questions."

Zhou Xing was so startled that his pupils dilated, he slammed the stack of things in his hand on Yu Jue's desk, and cursed in a low voice: "Are you crazy? Give me this thing? Are you sick???"

What made them think that he would cleanse himself and work hard?

Give this thing to him, it's better to use it as firewood for others!

The top students who came back to the classroom one after another were so yelled at by the school bully that they dared not enter the door, they all blocked the door, and the top students in the classroom even held their breath.

Zhu Youpeng, who was closest to him, felt the aura of a sword being on the verge of breaking out. He really wanted to tell Zhou Xing to put the things away quickly, and be careful that Xueshen would kill him in a fit of anger.

Yu Jue's gaze fell on Zhou Xing's hand that was pressing on his desk. Zhou Xing slapped the papers and books hard, and they all spread out. The originally neat desk was now in a mess.

Yu Jue's eyes were dim, and his voice was cool: "Take it away."