I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

The awkward atmosphere lasted for a long time, and Qian Zhaoyang, who had been crying for so long, started yelling back and forth, only then did Cen Xiao slowly look away, and turned to leave first.

So silent that he didn't even want to leave a punctuation mark.

If the back can kill, then Fu Zhun has been murdered to the point where he is riddled with holes.

If it weren't for Cen Xiao's quality that only allowed him to hit people handsomely, but not to swear dirty, he would have cursed "Damn's retarded" before leaving gracefully.

Seeing that he teased him away, Fu Zhun turned his lips up, looking in a good mood.

He walked into the alley and glanced at his cousin who was out of breath from crying.

Qian Zhaoyang was two months younger than him and was in the same class as him. He always talked about him as the first brother of Dejia.

Fu Zhun felt ashamed.

He stood next to Qian Zhaoyang, kicked his ass with his toes, and said in a leisurely tone, "Okay, Qian Zhaoyang, stand up if you are a man, what is lying on the ground, you say it is..."

Before the word "bar" came out of the mouth, there was a loud scolding sound from the entrance of the alley——

"Fu Zhun! You're fighting again!"

"I really need to talk to your father!"

Fu Zhun: "?"

Such a big scapegoat made him fall silent suddenly.

He glanced at Qian Zhaoyang who was lying on the ground crying, and then at the foot that kicked Qian Zhaoyang's ass, and suddenly realized...

This is really like a crime scene where personal evidence and evidence are all there.

……

School starts the next day——

The weather after the Beginning of Autumn is still full of the residual temperature of midsummer, and the scorching wind carries the sunshine into the classroom.

The ceiling fan was whistling, and the art class was full of people who were cleaning.

Except for Cen Xiao, everyone in this class is studying art.

After just two months of summer art training, the students in the new class have already formed their own small groups.

There are a few little girls who have just finished washing the rags, while wiping the window sill, whispering about the freshly released campus gossip——

"When I came here early in the morning, I saw Cen Xiao in Lao Xu's office. It seemed that he really wanted to transfer to our class."

Hearing this, another girl's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly: "Really? When I heard it before, I thought it was a lie. Does he look good in real life on TV? How is he compared to Fu Zhun?"

Probably because the volume was out of control, Fu Zhun, who was sleeping under their window, frowned.

He was lying on the table facing them, but when he heard them talking, he suddenly turned his face as if he had been quarreled.

He raised his arms lazily over his ears, blocking out all the noise from the outside world.

Only the back of his head was left black.

The girls looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.

After calming down for a while, the girl saw that Fu Zhun didn't seem to have any reaction, so she whispered, "I think Cen Xiao looks better."

After a pause, she took another peek at the back of Fu Zhun's head, compared it with a thick fan filter, and blurted out: "I think even the back of Cen Xiao's head looks good."

Cen Xiao, who had a good-looking back of his head, was following Xu Qingzhou, climbing the stairs with his heavy textbooks in his arms.

There are four classes on the first floor, sixteen arts and science classes occupy the four floors, and only one solitary art class is assigned to the top floor.

Monopoly is also good, the toilet is not crowded.

There are even empty classrooms for young couples to date.

And Cen Xiao's first reaction when he climbed to the fifth floor was that if he had lunch at noon, he might have to take a parachute and jump down.

Probably Xu Qingzhou was also tired from climbing. After climbing up, he paused at the corner for a while, took out a napkin and wiped the sweat from Dayuan's face.

As if guessing what Cen Xiao was thinking, he grinned and explained: "Don't worry, the floors of the classrooms and dormitories are reversed. The classes on the higher floors and the dormitories are on the lower floors."

After a short pause, he added: "However, the first floor is for teachers and dormitory supervisors, because students are afraid of slipping out, students live on the second floor."

Cen Xiao nodded his face very much, and continued to listen absently to Xu Qingzhou's introduction of how awesome Dejia High School is.

After talking for a long time, he finally got to the point——

"Your mother sent me a message just now to tell me that she has cleaned up the dormitory for you, and put the school newsletter phone card under your pillow. Remember to call her every night."

As soon as the words fell, Cen Xiao frowned subtly: "Please tell her, I can clean up by myself next time."

Xu Qingzhou only thought that he felt ashamed, and comforted him with a smile: "Mom just helped clean up the dormitory, it's no big deal. I have seen four parents in a dormitory take turns coming to the dormitory to wash clothes for the children. Like the day."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Oh, by the way, students in the class, sometimes you have to take an art class for evening self-study, if you don't go to school to take an acting class, you can study in the classroom or come to my office..."

"The school has two canteens, one with two floors, you can choose the one you like..."

"There will be supper on the first floor of the second cafeteria after evening self-study, but you may not eat it..."

"Ah, by the way, there's also the matter of taking a bath. Our place may be different from what you think..." Xu Qingzhou babbled on for a long time, as if he had finally reached the point, and was about to slap his head when he suddenly saw someone A boy ran past with a basketball in his arms.

A gust of hot wind blew past, he swallowed back the words that had just come to his lips, and turned to stop the boy: "Hey, Qian Zhaoyang!"

The boy who had rushed over slammed on the brakes, and ran back backwards with the basketball in his arms: "What's wrong, teacher?"

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao raised his eyes subconsciously, and saw the school bully who was beaten up by him last night was staring at him curiously.

There was also some paint on his face, which was Cen Xiao's masterpiece.

Cen Xiao calmly looked away, pretending not to know him.

Anyway, he was in the dark last night, and he was wearing a mask, not afraid that Qian Zhaoyang would recognize him.

Xu Qingzhou on the side swept Qian Zhaoyang up and down: "Healed well, can you still play? I heard Director Chen said that you were beaten until you were crying and peeing yesterday, so I thought you wouldn't come today Woolen cloth."

After Cen Xiao left last night, Fu Zhun and Qian Zhaoyang, who were staying in the alley, were caught by the passing dean Chen Lianhu.

As his name suggests, Chen Lianhu has a thick and loud voice, and a single roar can shake De Jia trembling three times.

People gave him the nickname Chen Tiger.

Qian Zhaoyang, who was about to get up from the ground, was paralyzed by his roar.

And she was so out of breath from crying that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He didn't even have a chance to explain for Fu Zhun.

The blame for this fight naturally fell on Fu Zhun, an innocent passer-by.

It made Fu Zhun unhappy all night, and even called Qian Zhaoyang's mother, which caused Qian Zhaoyang to be chased and beaten by his mother with a fly swatter.

As soon as Xu Qingzhou mentioned this matter, Qian Zhaoyang's face turned as green as a vegetable leaf in an instant, and knowing that he was wrong, he could only vaguely say: "Don't worry, teacher, there are new students here, can you help me?" Shall I save face?"

"Okay, okay," Xu Qingzhou didn't know that he and Fu Zhun were cousins, and didn't bother to hear that he was poor, so he waved his hand and said, "From now on, you and Fu Zhun will also be in the same class. If you have any questions, just contact me Coordination, of course, is best with a handshake."

Qian Zhaoyang said to my fierce cousin, how can I get away without making peace?

But due to Fu Zhun's warning, he only dared to say this in his heart, and he didn't dare to say it directly, so he could only say: "Okay, thank you, teacher, you are so kind, mua!"

Cen Xiao, an innocent passer-by standing by, was disgusted by the blown kiss, and immediately turned his eyes away.

He didn't know where to look, so he subconsciously turned to the direction of the classroom.

In the end, his gaze inexplicably bumped into the pair of hazy sleepy eyes under the rear window.

I don't know when Fu Zhun woke up. Instead of facing the window with the back of his head, he turned around and squinted his eyes to look out the window.

There is some lack of sleepiness, but there is a sense of looking at it.

As soon as Cen Xiao saw this evil force, he couldn't help but think of the suffocating and embarrassing occasion last night.

With a cold snort through his nose, he looked away without changing his face, and followed Xu Qingzhou into the classroom.

The advantage of being a household name when he debuted as a child star is that even when he transfers to a class, he saves the embarrassing self-introduction link.

Xu Qingzhou pushed him directly to the edge of the podium, patted him on the shoulder, and asked symbolically: "Do you know everyone? Yes, okay, I don't need to introduce you, go down and sit down."

There was no exciting interactive session like the fan meeting as imagined, and there was a lot of wailing under the podium.

Xu Qingzhou laughed twice, raised his chin, and signaled Cen Xiao to sit in the last row: "You sit there first, okay? We will change seats in two days. We will have dinner later, and there will be no classes in the morning. Get to know your classmates first."

Cen Xiao followed the direction indicated by Xu Qingzhou——

I saw a certain evil force swaying the chair back and forth, and when he saw Cen Xiao's gaze, he didn't dodge it, and even raised his eyebrows at him.

There is also a bit of displeasure mixed in with the banter.

On that face that was so white that no pores could be seen, unexpectedly there were a few large characters written at this moment——

I've got you caught.

Cen Xiao: "..."

After a pause, there was an illusion that he was recognized by him.

He subconsciously looked at a certain victim surnamed Qian, and found that Qian Zhaoyang was still playing with his deskmate with great interest on his mobile phone, not looking like he saw an enemy at all, and said a few words from time to time: "Chop a knife for me! Move your little finger, bro!"

I don't know if I'm playing a game or what.

Seeing this, Cen Xiao felt relieved and walked to the back row of the first group with a calm expression.

So what if you recognize it?Nothing else, isn't he good at acting?

Before Cen Xiao could sit down, Xu Qingzhou, who had just walked out of the classroom, suddenly came back, pointed to the back row of the first group, and said, "Oh yes, who are the two vacant seats in the penultimate row? Deadly obsessive-compulsive disorder? If no one is sitting, you two sit in front."

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao paused, did not go back, and sat down in the inner seat in the front row as promised.

But Fu Zhun remained motionless as if he hadn't heard it.

Cen Xiao never likes to be nosy, and he is happy to sit alone.

Against the secretly observing eyes of his surroundings, he quietly stuffed his schoolbag into the belly of the table, and took out a few books at random.

Until Xu Qingzhou's figure disappeared at the back door of the classroom, the originally restrained class became agitated instantly like a firecracker being ignited.

Cen Xiao immediately surrounded a group of classmates, talking to him in a hurry.

Even the table next to him was pushed to the front.

"Cen Xiao, you haven't joined the class group yet, have you? Shall I drag you in?"

"I heard you just finished filming a movie recently, is the crew having fun?"

"Do you know Sheng Linyuan? Can you get his autograph for me?"

In fact, Cen Xiao has a bad temper, cold temper, and doesn't like chatting with people very much.

In addition, Meng Zhen didn't like him to make friends, in her words——

"You are not in the same circle. What's the use of handing over? Just chat casually."

But back to school, this seemingly daily communication is unavoidable.

Out of politeness, he took a deep breath, and patiently answered the other students' questions one by one.

The only thing that didn't answer the overtime class group.

Unexpectedly, the boy was too enthusiastic, and asked again without giving up: "Cen Xiao, how many QQ and WeChat IDs do you have? We have class groups, I will drag you in?"

As soon as the words fell, the noisy classmates suddenly fell silent tacitly, as if waiting with bated breath for Cen Xiao's agreement.

As long as Cen Xiao appears in the class group, wouldn't it be easy to get the contact information of the big star?

It's more than enough to say it out, and it's more than enough to show off to other classmates.

So everyone quieted down very cooperatively, waiting for his response.

Some people have even taken out their note pads and prepared to write them down.

Staring at the expectant gazes from all directions, Cen Xiao fell silent, a little embarrassed.

Meng Zhen is in charge of his social accounts, even if he has added classmates, friends and class groups, his every move is only under Meng Zhen's control.

But he didn't know how to say no.

If you tell the truth, some people will inevitably think that he is prevaricating with a big name.

After pondering for a moment, just as he was thinking about whether he should agree, a voice suddenly came from beside him.

It was as cold and clear as last night, with a hoarseness that did not wake up: "Rang, let's block it."

The surrounding students subconsciously turned their heads to look.

Fu Zhun stood behind them with his schoolbag in his hand, as if he was impatient to wait, he frowned lightly and said, "The teacher asked me to sit here just now, didn't you hear everyone?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the classmates who had originally surrounded Cen Xiao by the wall scattered.

Cen Xiao's ears were instantly clear.

For a moment, he actually felt that being at the same table with evil forces is actually not bad.

At least this person can block all kinds of disturbing sounds like a barrier.

It's just that he never expected that this evil force is actually more difficult to deal with than others.

Because as soon as Fu Zhun sat down and fiddled with his phone for a while, he suddenly raised his head and asked——

"How much is your WeChat ID?"

Cen Xiao paused while flipping through the book, without raising his eyes, put the book down on the edge of the table, and asked, "Are you going to drag me into the group too?"

"Draw you into the group?" Fu Zhun laughed, "You have a pretty good idea."

Cen Xiao: "?"

He turned his head, and saw Fu Zhun raised his chin, looking a little embarrassed: "We are a group of evil forces, no matter what, we have to pay some protection fees to get in, right?"

Both inside and outside the words hinted at what happened last night.

Cen Xiao: "..."

He vaguely remembered that when he saw him at the door of Lao Xu's office yesterday, the little fat man who followed him seemed to call him "Fu Yan".

Looking at it this way, it really lives up to its name.

Piao Yuan's thoughts gradually gathered, Cen Xiao was silent, but decided to act: "What did you say?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhun suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and didn't say much, just put his hands on his desk.

Cen Xiao lowered his eyes——

I don't know what kind of APP interface it is, but it looks red and golden, and the surrounding button icons are also gaudy.

There is a strong sense of flat plastic.

There is a Hello Kitty-shaped camera near the top, and the pink bow on the right ear is extremely eye-catching.

And in the middle of the screen, there is a bright red "0.01" written on it.

The upper line of small characters——

[2999.7 yuan has been cut, only [-]% away from getting it for free]

Oh, zero one.

After Cen Xiao came to his senses, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at Fu Zhun who was staring at him.

Before he could open his mouth, he heard Fu Zhun faintly say——

"Add WeChat."

"Have a price for me."

Cen Xiao: "?"

Cen Xiao: "."

Cen Xiao: "..."