two sons three fathers

Coming from the head teacher's office, Han Yu looked cold, walked quickly through the corridor, and kicked open the door of the last classroom in the corridor, Class [-] and [-].

With a loud bang, the door slammed into the wall.

He pointed to the people in the middle of the first row, and said with a heavy face, "Fu Yizheng, come out!"

Half an hour ago.

All the students were studying quietly in the classroom, except for Han Yu, a scumbag.

As soon as the head teacher stepped over the threshold, he took out his mobile phone to play games.After a few rounds, he was sleepy, so he planned to go to bed and skip class to go home.

Leave too early for fear of bad impact.

After exiting the game, he stuffed the phone back into his trouser pocket, flung his coat, covered his head crookedly, buried his face in the gap between the table and his arms, and lay still on his stomach.

After Fu Yizheng finished his homework, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw someone breaking the rules as he wished.

He put away the workbook, got up from his seat, walked to the table in the last row, took a few pictures of sleeping as evidence, and calmly put away the mobile phone that was not allowed by the school under the eyes of the students around him. .

He knocked on the table and said above the person's head: "Han Yu, I want to tell the teacher that you study on your mobile phone at night and sleep."

Hearing the voice of cerebral palsy, Han Yu frowned and did not move for a long time.

Fu Yizheng pulled down the black coat directly, and ordered: "Get up!"

The new disciplinary committee has just taken office for two days.

Wu Ji, the head teacher of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School, was writing lesson plans at his desk at the time. Hearing Fu Yizhao's request, he put down his pen and looked up at the students in front of him suspiciously.

This Fu Yizhen, who is not a good student, has nothing to do with it, but he looks very serious, with sharp fox eyes and a tall build, he is very intimidating.

Why do you suddenly want to be a disciplinary committee member?

Although the grades are not good, but I can see that I am working hard. During class, the book is full.

She thought about the students who were in charge of discipline now, crying and crying several times a day that the students in the class couldn't control them and didn't want to control them anymore.

Also tired.

Wu Ji thinks that he can try it, maybe the results can be improved, and it is not certain.

Her eyes loosened: "Ah, if you work hard on your grades and work harder, the discipline in the class will be entrusted to you. If you have difficulties in studying, remember to ask the teacher or ask your classmates for help."

Fu Yizheng was obedient, with an expression of "I know" on his face, and thanked: "Mr. Wu, I will study hard."

The glare of the light shone into the dark space, Han Yu's eyes flickered white, he raised his head slowly, glanced coldly, and said calmly: "Go and tell, Ma De, which eye of yours saw me playing with my mobile phone? I'm the only one." Sleeping?"

A piece has fallen all around.

Fu Yizhen didn't see the process of playing with the mobile phone, so he guessed, his eyes moved from the sleepy black hair to the foggy gray pupils, or the light blue pupil circles, an unusual pupil color.

A cunning flashed in his eyes, and his words were very annoying, "I said you play, and you played, and I said you slept, and you fell asleep. Why, don't you agree?"

Han Yu: "..."

The distance between his eyes was gradually lowered, and his eyelashes drooped to hide the anger in his eyes, "You are blind, and you are still sick."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yizheng lazily leaned against the edge of the table, smiling like a beast, "It's a natural problem."

Han Yu: "..." How can there be such a shameless person!

Heads were propped up in the classroom, and their eyes were turned to the corner of the last row, watching the duel between the motivated scumbags and the utterly helpless scumbags.

The second year of high school is divided into classes in arts and sciences. Han Yu, who is the bottom No. 1 in the whole grade, and Fu Yizhen, who is the bottom No. 2, are assigned to the same class. They have been divided into classes for a month, and they don't know each other that they are in the same class.

In the end, they unexpectedly entered the political and religious office together.

The people on the third floor are all sophomores, and this has spread all over the place.

Everyone heard from various channels that it turned out that the two were fighting in Houshan not long ago and were arrested by the dean of the Political and Education Office.

As for the details, it is unknown.

Han Yu raised his eyebrows, unable to say the phrase "Do you want to fight?" that was often on his lips.

Because he wasn't sure if he could beat Fu Yixuan.

Seeing the person in the seat with a cold face, pointed chin raised, eyes fixed on him, full of hostility, ready to jump up at any time, Fu Yizhang wanted to smile or not, and turned his head to look at Others: "Give me all to study hard. Whoever dares to sleep will end up just like Han Yu."

Everyone: "..." End!

Who doesn't know they are the worst class?

study?Learning is not as good as watching a play.

Han Yu clenched his fists in his pockets, wondering if he should hit Fu Yizheng on the head a few times, and get back the face he lost last time.

Looking at the man with cerebral palsy in front of him, the two swirls behind the short black hair, and the half mop stick not far away.

Brother Yu thinks he can fight.

The moment he was about to grab the wooden stick, Brother Yu paused and hesitated.

Recalling the details of the last battle in Houshan, how many people are on the opposite side?

Was it five people, or seven, and how many people beat him?

He hadn't eaten and his head was not clear.

I just remember a phone call from my younger brother, who was crying for his father and mother, and asked him to go to the back mountain to shake the scene.

Han Yu thought it would be over in a while, so he left without eating dinner, and went to join the crowd, who knew that a fight would really start.

As soon as the leader on the opposite side came up, he immediately held him down first.

It was on that night, in the back mountain where the night breeze was blowing, Brother Yu's 16-year career as a big brother came to an end.

He now regrets taking that call.

At the beginning, the two sides confronted each other, and it was time for the boss to speak harshly.

Han Yu pointed to the opposite side: "Brother Yu is just talking cruelly. Kneeling down and begging for mercy is the only way out and choice. Here is the opportunity. Don't be cerebral palsy."

On the opposite side, several younger brothers took turns pinching the leader's shoulders, and said flatteringly, "Boss Fu, it's your turn."

Fu Yizhen folded his hands, glanced coldly at the person who called himself Brother Yu, then turned his head and asked the younger brother: "Brother Yu?! There is such a person in the school, and I have never heard of it. Which class? I have never seen it." seen."

As soon as these words came out, the younger brothers all showed the expressions of the boss nb, with absolute contempt in their words.

I didn't see that Fu Yizheng really didn't know.

"Boss Fu, from Class Two and Three of Senior High," said the younger brother who pinched his shoulders, "You usually concentrate on your studies and don't have time to inquire about such trivial matters. Show mercy."

Han Yu was taken aback, Class [-] and [-] in high school?A bit familiar.

What class is he in?

Seeing Brother Yu's frowning eyebrows, he seemed to have doubts, and the younger brother said, "Brother Yu, aren't you in Class Two and Three?"

Han Yu turned his head and slapped his younger brother on the head, "I want you to remind me, I don't know!"

The other side is still talking about him, but I can't stop...

Brother Yu refused to chat, and went home for dinner after finishing the call.

Han Yu raised his jaw and sarcastically said, "Should I open a box for you, and sit down and talk first?"

The younger brother immediately cooperated with Brother Yu and applauded the opponent.

Fu Yizhen raised his hand, and stopped his younger brother to report that he had six-pack abs, ate a strawberry-flavored lollipop just now, and scored more than 80 points in the final general exam, such a trivial matter.

He glanced at the opposite side, and said casually: "Boss Fu never needs flashy opening remarks."

He just pushes people to the ground and eats dirt.

Han Yu, who made the move first, didn't pay attention, but only knew that the head on the other side was coming towards him. He was about the same height, and that hand grabbed his right wrist, and the other arm was lifted up, pressing against his throat.

The speed is extremely fast, and with a strong wind of fragrance, it rushes head-on.

Han Yu turned sideways to block, trying to avoid the force of the forearm on the opposite side. After a little analysis in his heart, he would definitely be able to break free from the force of the wrist, and then let go smoothly. He punched the opposite side in the face, and then kicked the opposite side's knee hard. Make him unable to get up.

That can be over.

However, the opponent seemed to have figured out his moves. He dodged to dodge, attacked down the road first, and pressed down on his wrist... Han Yu felt pain instantly, and his upper body leaned forward suddenly.

In desperation, he could only adopt a tricky angle and kick first.

He had forgotten that the soles of the slippers he was wearing were hollow and slippery, showing some splits.

"!" Brother Yu quickly steadied himself...

Under the eyes of everyone, the person behind him stopped his head on the spot, pressed his face to the turf, and ate a mouthful of dirt.

"Your uncle!" Han Yu spat out the wet dirt around his mouth, trying to swear.

Fu Yizhen pressed his waist with one leg, pinned his wrist with his backhand, covered his head with one hand, and punched his face on the turf that had just been rained in the morning.

He vigorously restrained the struggling person.

"Brother Yu? From which school? Boss Fu." The person behind him snorted.

Han Yu's face was dark and his head was a little dizzy.

He confessed for a few seconds, he shouldn't have skipped a meal, he just ate a lollipop in an emergency.

Unable to hear the sound, Fu Yizheng leaned over to look, and found that the boy's face was pale, although the neck was also very pale, but his face was obviously wrong, he frowned and said: "Call Boss Fu, let go of you."

"Call the mud horse!" Han Yu turned around, and the wrist that was held down clicked.

Seeing that his face became even paler, Fu Yizheng relaxed a little.

Han Yu saw the timing right, thinking that he was slacking off, so he twisted violently to get up, trying to throw two punches at him.

Not wanting to fight is two different things from being pushed to the ground.

The younger brother in the scuffle saw that the boss on the opposite side stood up, and punched the back of Zhun Han Yu's head with his fist.

Fu Yizhen dodged Han Yu's fist, one step faster than his younger brother, and pushed him back onto the grass.

The younger brother's punch hit his shoulder.

Seeing who was beating him, the younger brother panicked, "Boss Fu, I, I, I'll hit him..." He pointed at Han Yu.

"Damn it." Han Yu cursed again.

Fu Yizheng moved his shoulders, and the cross-eyed brother said, "You're blind!"

The tone was indistinguishable, the whole group looked at the two bosses, but they didn't dare to speak, for fear that if they said too much, they might get punched.

After Han Yu slowed down for a while, he turned upside down, and the two wrestled together again.

However, it was more of a twist, and both sides used brute force to compete again.

The grass was rolled down by them, no one dared to pull it up, and they all just stood aside and watched.