The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

I wish you a young man

On Zhu Jun's first day in high school, Shao Dong specially picked him up at the school gate, and then personally sent him to the gate of Class One (Three) of Senior High School.Shao Dong told Zhu Jun on the road: "Get along with the classmates you knew in junior high school more, and try to talk as little as possible when you meet new faces. Senior high school is different from your junior high school. If you find something is wrong, go upstairs to find me , or give me a call."

"Nothing will go wrong," Zhu Jun said with his schoolbag on his back, still immersed in the joy that the security uncle finally called him "Mr. Zhu", "I'm not a child anymore."

Shao Dong was silent for a while, then continued: "Don't be too kind, and don't meddle in other people's business."

"Some things can't be ignored," Zhu Jun retorted. "There is no precedent for school violence in our school. When we encounter such signs, we must kill them in the cradle in time."

Shao Dong stared at him complicatedly for a few seconds, trying to pat his forehead, but Zhu Jun avoided him.

Zhu Jun puffed up his face and said: "Don't shoot me anymore, it's easy to grow short."

Before Shao Dong could say anything else, seeing Zhu Jun half-footed into the door of the class, waved at him, and entered the class directly, he had to raise his hand, rubbed between his brows, and prepared to spend some effort to check Zhu Jun's classmates should at least circle a lightning protection list for him.

Zhu Jun entered the classroom and scanned around, but he didn't see any of his junior high school classmates—this is normal, many of his junior high school classmates went abroad as soon as they graduated, and the rest were likely to be assigned to other classes.

But Zhu Jun didn't know that he shouldn't be in this class.Wang Quan, his tablemate in junior high school, specially greeted the school leaders before going abroad, and wanted to assign Zhu Jun to a class with a large number of direct students in the junior high school.

But after Wang Quan went abroad, the school leaders received notes from other dignitaries—after weighing the pros and cons, Zhu Jun was still transferred and entered the class that the rich and powerful's children didn't like to go to.

Zhu Jun thought that choosing a class was to open a blind box. On the first day of school, he opened his own envelope, which said that there are only as many classes as there are classes, but he didn’t expect that the ones that can work have already been operated——Shao ​​Dong also wants to help Zhu Jun Jun worked it out, but when he inquired, he learned that Wang Quan had already said hello, so he didn't intervene again.

The class number of the problem class in each school year is random, and Shao Dong didn't even realize that Zhu Jun was pushed into the "fire pit" just like that.

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When Zhu Jun entered the class, there were already many people in the class. Boys and girls were in groups of three or four, and they all looked familiar. The girl said, "You want to sit here?"

"Well, is this vacant seat yours?" Zhu Jun asked gently.

"It's not my seat, and there's no one sitting here," the girl's eyes slid from Zhu Jun's chest to his face, "Are you wearing a school uniform today?"

"Yeah, not everyone wears school uniforms." Zhu Jun was a little puzzled.

"What a good baby," the girl said as she pulled off her headband, her wavy hair hanging down to her waist. "The seat next to you has already been reserved."

"Do you not prevent me from sitting here?" Zhu Jun was a little puzzled.

"Of course it doesn't matter," the girl smiled hastily, "as long as you don't regret it."

The tip of Zhu Jun's tongue brushed against the tip of his teeth. He hadn't experienced such a slight grievance for a long time. He clenched his hands, put the schoolbag on the table, pulled the stool away, and said, "Then I'll sit here."

The classroom was quiet for a moment, and soon returned to the previous hustle and bustle. Zhu Jun looked around and found that there were not many people wearing high school uniforms. They were all sitting in the corners. The seat he chose was worthy The VIP among the students wearing school uniforms.

——What kind of mess is this, why don’t you feel confident without wearing a school uniform?

Zhu Jun took out his stationery and books while slandering him. As soon as he finished his work, he found that the classroom was quiet again.

Is the teacher here?

No, it was a white and fat boy who walked into the door of the classroom, smiling like a happy Maitreya Buddha. He glanced at Zhu Jun's direction and said, "It seems that I have a deskmate."

Zhu Jun never judges people by their appearance. When he saw the fat boy smiling, he couldn't help laughing, and said hello to him: "I'm sitting here. If you like this position and don't like me, I can move another place." place, I listen to you."

The young man walked up to his side, tapped the table with his chubby hand, and said, "I don't dislike you, by the way, my name is Feng Shao."

"Feng Shao? Master Feng?" Zhu Jun pushed the tablecloth he was wiping the table in the direction of that person, "There is dust on the table."

Feng Shao's expression froze for a moment, he wanted to withdraw his hand a bit, but he felt ashamed.Zhu Jun rummaged through the bag again, found a wet towel, handed it to him, and said, "Wipe your hands."

"..." Feng Shao didn't take the tissue, and his expression was even more unpredictable.

"Aren't you going to unpack this kind of packaging?"

"……no."

Zhu Jun hummed, unpacked the paper towel thoughtfully, and handed it over again. This time Feng Shao took the paper towel, wiped his hands, and asked through gritted teeth, "What do your parents do?"

"That's not important." Zhu Jun said softly.

"That's very important, it doesn't matter if you don't say it..."

Zhu Jun guessed that the second half of the sentence was "Anyway, I will find out." He already has a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of secondary school complications, so he just replied lightly: "My parents have gone to heaven. Orphans."

Feng Shao's movements paused for a moment, and he said, "How are your grades?"

"not bad."

"I understand, but you are not suitable to stay in this school."

"Why not?"

"..." Feng Shao stopped talking. He sat beside Zhu Jun, took out his phone, and pressed it a few times carelessly.

"The school does not allow the use of mobile phones." Zhu Jun lowered his voice to remind.

"What a good student," Feng Shao snorted coldly, he stopped laughing, but Zhu Jun looked at his appearance much more pleasing to the eye than seeing him smiling like Maitreya just now.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"I wish you well, I wish you well, and I wish you a gentleman."

The author says:

good night