I attacked the god of learning

When Cheng Xinglin wore a black mask and walked out of the gate of Yucheng High School with a displeased face, he didn't notice a group of people squatting on him outside.

In this group of people, tattoos and ripped pants are the same color, and yellow hair and nose rings fly together.

It's almost like "I'm not a good person" written on my face.

Cheng Xinglin was in a bad mood today, he swiped his card slowly at the school gate, and he just walked out less than ten meters away.

He was surrounded by punks who stood up.

This group of people moved very quickly and surrounded Cheng Xinglin in a few seconds.

So much so that the ordinary students who bought food and drank milk tea around did not see this scene at all.

"Walk."

The leader, Huang Mao, threw away his cigarette butt, and with a wave of his hand, everyone started walking with Cheng Xinglin in the middle.

A group of people threatened Cheng Xinglin to move forward.

It didn't stop until a small alley raised by two high walls.

next moment.

Cheng Xinglin's shoulder blades were pressed against the wall.

His white and ill-fitting school uniform was pale against the red brick wall.

The sack-like school uniform fully covered his youthful flimsiness.

This kind of thinness, in the situation where a group of gangsters surrounded him, seemed... quite pitiful.

then.

Facing the pale, thin, and thin young man, the gangsters raised their hands and viciously——

Salute.

"Pro! Brother! Good!"

"It's been a day of school, brother Lin has worked hard!"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

This group of people spoke loudly and imposingly, with the blessing of the alley echo.

In an instant, several students from outside the alley poked their heads in and took a look—then they found that they couldn't be provoked and left quickly.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Xinglin raised his hand and raised his campus card, and knocked on the yellow-haired head at the front: "I said it last time, don't—play this game! It's endless, isn't it? ,right?!"

"Hey, hey." Huang Mao was so beaten that he cried, and quickly apologized, "There is an end, but——isn't this an expression of respect for Brother Lin! Brothers, am I right?"

"Yes, Brother Lin!"

"Yes, boss!"

"What's right?" Cheng Xinglin looked displeased, and sat sideways on the anti-theft net of the air conditioner next to him, and glanced at him, "I'm the boss and you are the boss?"

After saying this, Cheng Xinglin bent one foot, and before he could answer, he heard a soft "meow" from the gangsters.

Then, a small and thin kitten with a pattern of cat's claws on its back jumped directly onto Cheng Xinglin's knee, first stepped on Cheng Xinglin's thigh twice, and then twisted its head, as if to be touched.

But the little cat didn't get his wish and waited for the petting—Cheng Xinglin was in a bad mood today, so he stretched out a hand to cover the little cat's head like an uncle.

Signal it to come by itself.

The kitten was also unambiguous, and obediently rubbed Cheng Xinglin with the top of its head.

Inside the palm was soft hair, Cheng Xinglin felt better, and asked Huang Mao: "What about you, I'm the boss, are you the boss?"

The yellow hair trembled: "You are, you are..."

"After that, I'll wait here after school, and do something like today again..." Cheng Xinglin pursed his lips, "You understand."

When Huang Mao heard these words, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he quickly raised his eyes to Cheng Xinglin.

The setting sun fell from the far side of the high wall and sprinkled on Cheng Xinglin's face, revealing his three-point majesty and seven-point indifference eyes—a big-headed ghost.

This person was wearing a black mask with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on top, with bangs hanging down to half of the glasses, and an overly long wolf tail on the back of his head.

Cover up all the appearance of this boss.

Not to mention whether the face can be seen clearly, even whether the back of the neck can be seen clearly is a problem.

However, the fact that he couldn't see his face clearly did increase Cheng Xinglin's majesty in a sense.

The majestic Cheng Xinglin stretched out his hand to let the kitten rub against his head, glanced at the yellow hair, and said, "Stop talking nonsense—have you completed today's mission?"

This is business.

Huang Mao couldn't help but get serious.

The three streets here are all within the jurisdiction of Cheng Xinglin, if Cheng Xinglin failed to do well, the consequences would be very serious.

He immediately replied: "It's all done."

Cheng Xinglin: "Let's report separately and listen to the progress."

"Brother Lin, I'll come first." A burly man with tattoos walked out of the crowd.

"Ah."

An old man passed by the alley they were in, and he sighed resentfully, but he also stood down, ready to hear what unreasonable things these gangsters could do.

Bulky guy: "That's right, we caught three new cats and neutered them today, and two more people adopted Mimi 5 and Xiao Huang 6 from us."

The old man at the door: "...?"

Correct.

This is the main line of business that Cheng Xinglin, the captain of Yuzhong, who rules the three street gangsters near Yuzhong, leads the younger brothers to engage in——

In order to prevent stray cats from over-breeding and destroying the ecology, stray cats are caught and sent to be sterilized.

In order for the stray cats to live well, number the stray cats for free-range, and then wait for someone to adopt them.

Very bloody!Very unreasonable!

After listening to the work report of the burly man, Cheng Xinglin nodded and asked, "Where are the others?"

"I, I, Brother Lin!" A man as thin as a pole jumped out, "I signed up for the volunteer who crossed the road yesterday, and today I am going to maintain traffic!"

"Brother Lin, let me prove that I am right next to him, and I even helped three old ladies cross the road."

"And me, and me—Brother Lin, I cleaned up all the rubbish in Sanjie Street today, and I went to help make a big pot of rice for the sanitation workers at noon."

Cheng Xinglin listened to their reports one by one, and while listening, he grabbed the paw of the kitten on his lap and gently pinched the pad.

In the eyebrows, there was always a look of impatience surging.

After everyone finished speaking, they were quiet for several seconds before Cheng Xinglin raised his head: "Is it finished?"

"Yes...boss..."

"Very good, I would like to say thank you on behalf of the citizens." Cheng Xinglin said sincerely.

"Then... Boss..." Huang Mao was pushed out by several people, and asked cautiously, "Boss, we did a good job today, isn't it considered hard work?"

"Yeah." Cheng Xinglin was absent-minded, "Why doesn't it count?"

"Then, take us together today, last paragraph...?"

So, Cheng Xinglin was able to subdue these gangsters at first with his fists, but later he completed the highest level of "convincing people with virtue" by relying on his rank of king.

Usually, he will lead the younger players to start two rounds every day, and go to the upper stage.

But when he heard this sentence today, Cheng Xinglin pinched Mao's Claw's hand, frowned, and said, "It's very annoying, I don't want to fight."

"Woo woo woo, boss—" Huang Mao wailed.

"Don't talk about calling the boss today, you can't even call God." While Huang Mao was wailing, a foot stretched out from behind and kicked Huang Mao, kicking him away.

Then, a slender, androgynously handsome boy squeezed in with a box of lunch.

"Brother Lin, add a piece of grilled sausage to the rice with potatoes and beef from the south side, and eat it while it's hot." The boy handed the boxed lunch to Cheng Xinglin.

"Thank you, Xiao Luo." Cheng Xinglin said.

The boy who brought the meal was Ye Duluo, one of Cheng Xinglin's gangster friends.

He signaled Cheng Xinglin with his eyes that you are welcome, then sat down directly beside him, picked up the kitten on Cheng Xinglin's lap, and stroked his head: "Today Mimi 8 came to play with my brother again."

Mimi Ba: "..."

A cat who becomes a stray cat has suffered great injustice.

He was also named "Mimi Ba" by a group of disciples for no reason. It is really difficult for a cat to live.

Mimiba, who had a hard life as a cat, didn't want to hug Ye Duluo at all, and opened his mouth to bite Ye Duluo, but Ye Duluo stroked his hair, and coaxed: "Good boy, your brother wants to eat, don't make trouble, you know?" ?”

Mimi Ba died down.

He lowered his head, laying his body on Ye Duluo's body, only resting his chin on Cheng Xinglin's legs, meowing softly, as obediently as a puppy.

While rua Mimi 8, Ye Duluo glanced at the crowd, and scolded: "Do you have eyesight? Brother Lin came out late today, and he has to go to self-study after dinner. Where did the time come from?" ? Do you think they are all mixed up in the society like you?"

Ye Duluo: "Fuck off, some good people and good deeds have not reached the full score, don't blame me for being rude at the end of the month."

Huangmao: "嘿嘤嘤"

If he knew that he had to memorize KPIs even when he was a gangster, he would never have come to be a gangster back then, okay?

However, yingying did not delay him to withdraw quickly.

Cheng Xing carried the school rules in person, and used his winning percentage to "convince others with virtue" unless he had to.

But not Yeduluo.

The more beautiful she looks, the harder she punches.

A large number of people ran away in an instant, leaving only Cheng Xinglin and Ye Duluo in the alley.

Cheng Xinglin pulled off the mask, revealing half of his cold and white face. Although he still couldn't see the whole picture clearly, he could see that the lips above the pointed chin were quite rosy and beautiful.

Cheng Xinglin didn't open the lunch box, but took the paper bag containing the sausage, took it out, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Food, Brother Lin..." Ye Duluo opened the lid for him.

"You eat." Cheng Xinglin waved the sausage, "I'll just eat this."

Cheng Xinglin was biting the grilled sausage, as if he had some grudge against this sausage, he was very bitter and bitter, and he bit him with hatred.

As soon as Ye Duluo squeezed in, he saw his impatient face.

I don't know what happened at school, my temper is so bad today.

Ye Duluo guessed that it should have something to do with him coming out ten minutes late.

"Keeped by the teacher?" Ye Duluo guessed the reason, "So you came out 10 minutes late?"

"No." Cheng Xinglin said nothing.

"Not teacher?" Ye Duluo looked at his face, "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"……no."

"Then what are you..."

"Don't guess wildly, it's just that the weather is too hot to eat." Cheng Xinglin heard Ye Duluo guess wildly, and felt annoyed again.

He pushed Mimiba onto Yeduluo's lap, making sure that the cat would not fall because he left, then jumped off the anti-theft fence and said, "You can eat your meal, I'm going back to the classroom to turn on the air conditioner."

After saying this, Brother Lin waved his sausage and left, not a single cloud, but seven or eight cat hairs.

Ye Duluo patted Mimi Ba, and with a hand of cat hair that fell from the molt in spring, looked at Cheng Xinglin's back, and said blankly, "It's only April, which school has air conditioning on...?"

Mimi Ba couldn't understand human words, so she meowed.

Ye Duluo looked into its innocent eyes, and asked, "No, Brother Lin...why are you in a bad mood?"

·

Cheng Xinglin was in such a bad mood that he even lost his ability to observe the director of moral education.

Cheng Xinglin bit his sausage and clocked in to enter the campus. Just as he entered, he was stopped by a big hand wearing a watch.

"Student." The director of moral education, wearing a polo shirt and suit pants, and the key ringing on his belt, came over to look at Cheng Xinglin, hesitating, "Your hair..."

Before Cheng Xinglin could finish his hesitation, he took a step back.

The director of moral education frowned subconsciously: "What are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry, Director." Cheng Xinglin said, "I forgot that my hair is so long—wait for me to go down and get it cut before I come back."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Xinglin left the school gate with a face of "I have a good attitude", and turned left when he went out - he didn't go to the barber shop, but found a place with a low campus wall.

The fence here has iron fences. He stretched out his hand to pull on the top fence, first hoisted himself up, and then did a pull-up and stepped to the top of the fence.

Cheng Xinglin ate the last bite of grilled sausage, grabbed the sign and jumped straight down. Just as he landed, he heard a soul-stirring curse.

"Okay—wow—" the moral education director ran towards him angrily, "I knew you were going to climb over the wall to get in."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

The director of moral education must be walking on the front foot, but squatting on the back foot!

With his usual wit, he usually observes the movements of the director of moral education, but he was caught just like that today.

Fortunately, his mood didn't affect his body's flexibility, and Cheng Xing could even see the colors of the four trash cans clearly before running.

He raised his hand and threw the sausage stick into the "other garbage" sorting bin before he slipped away.

"Stop, stop - ah - stop." The director of moral education ran out with a smell of Beijing opera.

Whoever stands is an idiot.

Cheng Xinglin was as light as a gust of wind, and the moral education director was thrown away within a short distance.

But just to be on the safe side, he ran a few hundred meters further and got into the grove before he completely relaxed.

The temperature in mountain cities in April can be compared to June, July and August in some cities.

Cheng Xinglin broke out in a sweat after running all the way, pulled the collar of his school uniform to blow some wind in, and then walked towards the vending machine outside the grove.

Ready to buy a bottle of water to drink.

Cheng Xinglin walked to the side of the vending machine. He just chose a bottle of water and was about to pay with his campus card. Occasionally, he glanced to the side, and the hand that made the payment stopped.

Next to the vending machine is an honor bar.

On the honor column is a student god of their school.

This year, Jian Xing was admitted to the IMO (International Mathematical Olympiad) national training team, where only 60 people were selected in the country.

Xueshen has thin lips, long eye tails, a white shirt in a suit and school uniform buttoned to the top, and a tie tied meticulously.

So even Jian Xing on the honor column is smiling slightly.

His slightly elongated eyes also outline a kind of indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

This kind of indifference did not make Jian Xing annoying.

On the contrary, it made the people who looked at him feel a sense of awe—that is, they wanted to get close, but they were afraid of getting close.

Cheng Xinglin stared at Jian Xing's photo for a long time, until the vending machine next to him gave a warning that the order would be closed if he didn't buy it, Cheng Xinglin didn't react.

He looked at the vending machine and was stunned again.

He saw himself in the reflection of the glass of the vending machine.

Cheng Xinglin was sweating just now, his bangs were too long in front of his head, and his whole body was steaming.

The school uniform he was wearing did not know which garbage heap it was picked up from. It was faded, old and untidy, and crumpled like a sack.

It might not have been that miserable, but it was next to Jian Xing who didn't seem to be in the mood for fireworks.

That would be too miserable, miserable and ugly.

and so.

Jian Xing refuses his confession, isn't that a matter of course.

Maybe I was sick so I ran over to stop him and told him that I liked him.

——Oh yes, Cheng Xinglin went out late today, so he went to catch Jian Xing and confess his love.

He said it was a confession, but in fact he confessed for only 2 minutes. He expressed his affection for Jian Xing in 1 minute and 40 seconds in a very unfluent language.

Then Jian Xing smiled, and calmly rejected him with the reason of "I'm sorry, I just want to study hard."

Cheng Xinglin was still a little angry at the time.

But now seeing Jian Xing's photo, he lost all anger in an instant.

Just... such a fairy-level character, why should he agree to his confession?

Cheng Xinglin laughed at the vending machine self-deprecatingly, and was about to punch in to buy water when he heard a chuckle behind him.

Because of this laughter, Cheng Xinglin's payment time was completely due.

He could only click again, and just after he ordered, the laughter came again.

Even a fool could tell that the laughter came from someone who was not kind.

Cheng Xinglin turned around and saw three teenagers wearing the same suit and school uniform as Jian Xing on the poster.

The laughter came from the fair-looking, slightly obedient boy in the middle.

Cheng Xinglin knew these people—they were in Qingbei class in their grade, the exact names were not clear, but in short, they were also frequent visitors to the honor column.

Cheng Xinglin glanced at the boy and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." The boy straightened his back and said with a smile.

"Oh." Cheng Xinglin wanted to turn around again.

"I'm just sorry for you." The boy said hurriedly.

"...What a pity?" Cheng Xinglin turned around again.

"Yeah." The young man smiled brightly, "If you look in the mirror before confessing, you can feel ashamed of yourself earlier, and you won't do something like a toad wanting to eat swan meat."

The boy turned to look at the people around him: "You said, right?"

After the boy said this, the people following him also laughed.

The person on the left said: "That's right, you look like this, how dare you confess to God Jane?"

The one on the right also said: "Liang Jingru said: I don't even have the courage."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

There is no need to belittle him like this.

Even if he is not as good-looking as Jian Xing, and his clothes are not as neat as Jian Xing, then he has no right to like others?

Who stipulated it?Which world's shit values ​​are these?

However, Cheng Xinglin didn't intend to quarrel with this group of people.

If these people were bastards outside talking about him, he would be done with a beating.

But there are two worlds inside and outside the school.

In the school world, there are also two worlds for top students and poor students.

These people are all students of the Qingbei class, and their parents have to go to the hospital for a full set of MRI.

If these students swelled a piece of skin, he could put a punishment in his file bag tomorrow.

Scolding them... Probably not.

As long as he speaks, he will have to meet with the outpatient department of Jinzishan Psychiatric Hospital tomorrow—just to do a mental injury assessment or something.

So Cheng Xinglin just glanced at the group of people indifferently, then turned his head, ready to continue buying water by himself.

Seeing Cheng Xinglin ignoring him, the young man became furious and became even worse: "It doesn't matter that you are disgusting, but you are so disgusting, do you know that?"

"Jane God finally came back from the IMO training team, and was entangled by an ugly guy like you on the first day of campus. It's really bad luck."

Cheng Xinglin, who was only slightly aggrieved by this group of personal attacks just now, immediately lowered his eyelashes when he heard these two words.

is that so.

Today, Jian Xing came back the first day, and he brought Jian Xing such great unhappiness, didn't he?

Maybe.

After all, he already has a bit of "notoriety" as a school bully.

The grades are not good, and the clothes are not new.

If I were Jian Xing, I would be called to confess by such a person on the first day back to campus.

It's true...it will be disgusting, it will be unhappy.

Cheng Xinglin, who didn't respond to being scolded just now, really felt a little uncomfortable.

He just stood there obediently and was scolded, even forgetting the option "he can go".

Cheng Xinglin didn't wake up until the vending machine behind him beeped and issued an alarm to reset the time.

He glanced at the young man in front of him who was attacking him all over his body with very good language skills.

Cheng Xinglin cleared his throat.

——No matter how uncomfortable you feel, you won't lose if you lose.

He was about to hold up the majesty of the school bully and ask "Have you said enough?"

Then turn around and leave.

Next...

The only thing I can do is go back and make plans to apologize to Jian Xing first, and then transfer to another school.

However, just a second before Cheng Xinglin was about to speak.

A voice as indifferent as a distant mountain wind and snow blew from not far away.

"Is that enough?" he asked.