Cannon Fodder Counterattack [Quick Transmigration]

It stands to reason that everyone in this kind of school should be separated by a single table, but maybe Mary Sue's style is different. The distance between the same table can produce some intimacy, which is more conducive to the development of the plot.

It's just a pity that Bian Nan took this beautiful setting as an opportunity to teach him a lesson.

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Bian Nan followed Zhang Feng to the gate of Class A of the second year of high school. Due to the delay in dealing with trivial matters about the start of school, the first class was already halfway through.

The male teacher on the podium was full of emotions and excited, but few students listened carefully.

Most of the people in class A are either sleeping or whispering.

Playing games, playing mobile phones, chatting, etc., the scene has formed two extremes, but the teacher and the students do not interfere with each other, as if living in a parallel time and space, it is really worthy of the so-called "good class".

In such an unrealistic scene, Bian Nan turned his head to look at Zhang Feng indifferently, and the latter wiped his sweat in embarrassment: "Hahaha, the students in our class are quite lively, aren't they?"

"It's quite free-spirited."

He didn't answer according to the other party's intention, such blunt words made Zhang Feng's chubby face smile again.

Bian Nan turned his head: "But I really like this kind of environment, it's convenient to handle things."

Yi Gao separates this type of students for the sake of easy management. After all, it is better to gather together than to scatter the difficult thorns in each class.

The most important thing for the school is to rely on ordinary students to stabilize the enrollment rate.

And this kind of rich second-generation people with prominent family backgrounds, most of them came to gain fame, and most of them went abroad to study abroad to be gilded, and then went home to take over the business, but even so the school did not dare to neglect them.

The teachers assigned to Class A are the same as those in some Hongzhi experimental classes, they are all the top teachers, so Class A is also given the name of a good class, but the students are not easy to mess with.

Zhang Feng stood at the door of the classroom and knocked lightly, with a smile on his face, he said, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry to take up some of your time."

His appearance attracted the attention of the class. Teacher Wang's passionate lecture was interrupted, and someone scratched his head and came out and asked, "What's wrong, Teacher Zhang?"

Zhang Feng pointed to Bian Nan, and introduced gently: "This is Han Chen, a new student transferred from our class. I want to make arrangements to delay your class time."

Mr. Wang is a mathematics teacher. He only taught classes but never led a class. He hadn't heard a word about this kind of airborne students.

He was a little surprised: "Now turn around?"

Zhang Feng just smiled and didn't say anything. Teacher Wang looked at Xia Biannan again: "You look like a pretty good student. Hello, classmate. I'm Wang Ming, the math teacher in Class A."

Bian Nan nodded: "Hello, Teacher Wang."

Wang Ming said to Zhang Feng: "It's okay, come in now and introduce him to the students in the class, it won't waste any time."

Zhang Feng still smiled, but he didn't answer his answer. His chubby face looked a little kind, and he reached out and patted the other party's arm lightly: "Mr. Wang has worked hard, let's go to the office to have a drink first Take a break for tea, and I will go to the office to call you when I finish dealing with it here."

"This..." Is it so troublesome?Wang Ming usually has a single-minded mind and is not very enlightened, but Zhang Feng's slap on him still made him notice. Could it be that this new classmate has a lot of background?

He looked at Zhang Feng again with doubts, and there was a trace of affirmation in the latter's eyes, which Wang Ming instantly understood.

"Ah, okay, I'm feeling thirsty, so I'm going back to the office."

Zhang Feng smiled and nodded, then turned and walked into Class A.

Bian Nan also walked in.

Wang Ming walked a few steps towards the office. He was really not very enlightened sometimes. He stopped with his feet and turned back. He covered his mouth tightly and then stooped and ran back secretly. .

Curiosity killed the cat, what is the origin of the other party?

He really wants to know!

Class A.

There are a total of 35 students in the class, and most of them are looking at the podium at this time. There is no way, the students listen most carefully when they are not lecturing, especially when they smell gossip!

Zhang Feng still smiled and said: "Good morning everyone, this classmate Han is a newly transferred student, and he will be a member of our Class A from now on. Everyone should unite and love each other, and help the new students quickly integrate into the class. , That student Han, please introduce yourself to everyone."

New transfer?At this juncture?The people present looked at each other in blank dismay.

Everyone knows how hard it is to get into No. [-] High School in the city. Each of them honestly signed up for admission at the beginning of the semester. Over the years, only a few sporadic people have been able to transfer to another school midway.

Which family is this arrogant?Airborne directly!

"Hi everyone, my name is Han Chen."

Bian Nan briefly introduced himself, glanced coldly at the classmates in the class, and finally landed on the boy by the window. The man was playing with his phone with his head down, but he raised his head when he heard Han Chen's name. Looking at each other, Bian Nan's eyes reflected Mo Jiajun's astonished face.

The people present thought about the name, and realized that the children of the aristocratic family had never heard of any famous Han family. Who is Han Chen?

There are a few people who have a good relationship with Mo Jiajun, and they immediately realized that this Han Chen is the poor boy Mo Jiajun mentioned many times to cheat him?

No way, is it a duplicate name?

How can a poor boy have the ability to transfer to the first high school in the city?

Mo Jiajun couldn't answer these questions right now, he just stared at Bian Nan in disbelief, his face full of impossibility.

Bian Nan stood on the podium with a relaxed posture, the schoolbag was carried by him on one shoulder, and Yi Gao's school uniform was a suit, and his body, which was originally not tall on his body, suddenly became much taller, thin but slender and straight.

Han Chen's appearance is not bad at all, his skin is too fair and his face is soft, a sense of fragility comes to him, but there is a slight bruise on the corner of his mouth, which looks like a trace left by a fight, accompanied by a rebellious and rebellious face. His expression and aura of contempt for the world seemed to freeze time for an instant.

The perfect combination of fragility and wildness gives people a fatal attraction!

Bian Nan glanced at Zhang Feng faintly, and the latter turned his back and quickly cooperated, "Student Han Chen, you will sit next to Mo Jiajun later."

"Huh? Zhang Feng, are you out of your mind? That fat eyeball is blind, can't you see the person sitting here?"

Hearing this, Mo Jiajun's tablemate realized that this person was also a friend of Mo Jiajun's, and his family was even more powerful than Mo's family. Yes, she is a difficult thorn in class A. It is said that she bullied a girl in the school in the first year of high school, and finally settled the matter with money. All in all, she is very difficult to provoke.

After he finished speaking, he looked Xia Biannan up and down, and said harshly: "Where did you get the bean sprouts? You want to take my place, and you deserve it?"

But Bian Nan who came down ignored him at all, and stopped in front of Mo Jiajun's desk.

The thin body felt extremely oppressive at this time!

Mo Jiajun's heart was pounding, he never thought he would see Han Chen again, why did the other party suddenly become different, and didn't this Han Chen commit suicide by jumping off a building?Why is he still alive?

Feeling the undisguised gaze, he still raised his head and pretended to be calm and said: "Long time no see, Han Chen, I didn't expect you to transfer schools."

Mo Jiajun is very hypocritical, bullying people pays attention to attacking the heart, using words as a sharp weapon to hurt people, making the other party take the initiative to seek death and life.

He despises those who do it directly, thinking that they are reckless. Of course, this is also because he is weak and unable to fight.

Mo Jiajun likes to pretend to be a modest son, but if he doesn't do anything, he will let others do it. He acquiesced in many campus violence that Han Chen suffered before. This person is young and has a lot of bad intentions.

Bian Nan raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this the thief who stole my drawing? He has a thick skin, and he's still showing his face outside?"

The school was already very quiet during class time, and when the two of them were talking, the classroom basically shut up and watched the excitement.

Their homeroom teacher, Zhang Feng, usually would not take the initiative to offend anyone, so how could he arrange such a seat for a new student, it must be the other party's initiative!

And seeing this transfer student come down and run towards Mo Jiajun, hey, this is here to find fault!

But Bian Nan's words sparked discussions in the classroom, wait, what kind of thief?What stealing painting?In the end what happened?

Mo Jiajun was so shocked by his words that he almost stood up. He had thought of many ways, but never expected that the other party would be so direct.

"You, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand what you mean. Han Chen, are you okay today?" Mo Jiajun smiled awkwardly, and kept giving him winks in an attempt to make Han Chen shut up in public.

But Bian Nan is not Han Chen, he will not care about the other party's face.

"I'm talking, you, the thief who stole my drawing! Do you understand?"

He deliberately raised his voice, and the cold voice was so clear that everyone heard it. Whether Mo Jiajun understood it or not, anyway, the whole class understood it. Some people who knew the gossip whispered it to the surroundings.

The difference is that the news they know is completely different from the current situation.

Is the perpetrator?Or a victim?Confrontation on the spot?

Many eyes looked over, Bian Nan didn't care, Mo Jiajun felt uncomfortable because of his guilty conscience, he argued forcefully: "Don't be bloody, where did I steal your drawing? You have to give evidence!"

Before Bian Nan could answer, the deskmate next to him slapped the table and stood up: "Hey! Where did you come from? I asked you just now, don't you have ears?"

If he was sure that the bean sprouts in front of him were the poor boy Mo Jiajun was talking about, then he would have nothing to worry about. He didn't want to know whether he could paint or not, but the other party wanted to grab his seat just now, so it couldn't be ignored.

Mo Jiajun looked at him with gratitude, Bian Nan tilted his head slightly, his expression was more domineering than that man: "Why are you still here? Didn't Teacher Zhang just say that this is my place from now on, please help me open."

"Huh? Yours?" The man laughed amusedly, with a slightly grim expression, "You sit here, where should I go?"

Bian Nan rushed to the podium and slightly raised his chin: "Here, there is a lack of a gatekeeper on the side of the podium, so you can sit there from now on."

Gan!Such a high-ranking and generous attitude almost instantly angered the other party, and the man directly punched him: "I'll fuck you, you are looking for death!"

The fist came fiercely, but before it touched Bian Nan's body, it was caught in the blink of an eye!

Before the man could even react, he was dragged down on the table by his arms, his arms and body were twisted at a twisted angle, and when Bian Nan exerted all his strength, the pain immediately made the man yelp.

"Ah woo woo woo - hurts, hurts, hurts, let go, let go..."

At this moment, the students in Class A who were watching the excitement were all dumbfounded. What's the situation?Why did they suddenly start fighting?And the one who was beaten seemed to be their school bully, right?

When the matter developed to this point, Zhang Feng's forehead was sweating with anxiety. He only knew that the new transfer student might not be easy to mess with, but he didn't expect the other party to be so brave, and he didn't expect to dare to do it in front of the teacher.

"Student Han Chen... that... there are surveillance cameras in the classroom..."

Bian Nan replied softly, "Oh."

He casually picked up a steel ruler from the table and threw it at the surveillance camera without looking at it.

Bang!The camera exploded directly!

The movement was very loud in the classroom. Everyone felt that the steel ruler exploded not the camera, but their hearts. The force was too terrifying.

Bian Nan looked down at Mo Jiajun who was trembling with shock and the crying man, suddenly a strong coercion swept through the whole class from his body!

[Host, don’t, you will scare them to death! ]

The system screamed in shock. How could ordinary people resist the coercion of spiritual consciousness? Fortunately, Bian Nan has a sense of proportion. For ordinary students, it just makes them feel pressured. The main oppressed are the few scum headed by Mo Jiajun.

He released a little bit, and the coercion came and went quickly, but the fear of death lingered in their hearts. In just a few seconds, it seemed as if they had experienced a lifetime. The whole person walked through hell, and this thin Boys are like hell messengers.

Bian Nan whispered to the man, "Where is your seat, do you have any objections?"

"No! No!" The man sobbed and blurted out, Bian Nan let go of his hand after hearing this, the other party was still in shock, grabbed his schoolbag and wanted to run, Mo Jiajun subconsciously stopped him, but the man pushed him away, "You step The horse caused trouble outside, you can deal with it yourself, don't touch me."

We can become good friends, who doesn't know each other's details?

They had laughed at Mo Jiajun's reputation as a talented painting boy before, and they probably came from a wrong path. Now... since they are friends, they will of course go their separate ways when disaster strikes!

The man staggered to the edge of the podium. If Zhang Feng hadn't supported him, he would have almost fallen to the ground. He looked up at Zhang Feng's appearance, and really wanted to plunge into his arms. It was terrible, really. terrible.

Mo Jiajun's situation suddenly became isolated and helpless.

Bian Nan threw the schoolbag directly on the table, and his movements were so neat that Mo Jiajun was frightened, thinking that the other party was about to beat him.

And the students behind him moved their desks back in a very polite way to make room for Bian Nan, but Bian Nan didn't rush in, he looked at Mo Jiajun with great interest: "Ask me for a reason? "

Mo Jiajun's lips trembled for a half-smile, "No, it's not."

"You don't know, every time I draw a picture, I will keep a piece of evidence, right?" This is actually a lie, and I said it to deceive him, but Bian Nan's gesture is very real when he says it. Mo Jiajun's His face turned pale in an instant, "Steal my painting and pretend it's yours, do you want face? Can you draw? Have you ever painted in front of others?"

Bian Nan's continuous questioning, with a strong sense of oppression, Mo Jiajun wanted to refute, but these are the truth, his fearful mind is blank now, and he can't think of any reason for sophistry, only the other party's criticism is left. fear.

Bian Nan stretched out his hand to strangle Mo Jiajun's wrist, and the tingling pain swept across Mo Jiajun's whole body. Bian Nan said in a low voice: "You are eloquent, you used to be very good at speaking, and I plagiarized and ruined my reputation by spreading rumors. Even the Jiang family knows about the nonsense you are spreading, you are really amazing, you should be a paparazzi if you can talk so nonsense."

Mo Jiajun's lips turned white, but he still couldn't refute.

Anyone who understands naturally understands. Those present who are from aristocratic families who have heard about this matter, seeing Mo Jiajun's appearance, now understand that the matter is false.

What kind of genius boy is the result of packaging, no wonder he said that he planned to seal the pen for the sake of friends, but he didn't know how to draw at all, and he was afraid that he would miss the stuff in the future.

At this time, Bian Nan let go of his wrist and said with a smile, "You and I are classmates, don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you in the past."

He changed his face very quickly, just now he was staring at a tiger, and now it was like a spring breeze, but Zhang Feng waited for him to say this: "Hahaha, yes, yes, classmates should get along with each other in friendship, that... Han Chen Do you still want to sit with classmate Mo Jiajun?"

Bian Nan raised his eyebrows: "Of course."

He picked up the schoolbag, looking tugging and cool, with that fair face, he even looked a little gentle, when everyone thought he would walk in, and Mo Jiajun was ready for the other party to pass behind him.

No one expected that Bian Nan suddenly kicked Mo Jiajun's chair.

stab-

The friction between the chair and the floor was harsh.

"Go inside."

The voice was faint, with an undeniable aura.

Mo Jiajun was kicked so hard that he almost fell to the ground, and the eyes of the whole class were on him again, because he lied first, and Bian Nan, a transfer student, was too strong, at this moment, no one wanted to have anything to do with him, let alone will speak for him.

"Hurry up, don't waste everyone's time."

Mo Jiajun lowered his head, packed his things and moved inside, with tears rolling in his eyes, Bian Nan put down his schoolbag and sat down and said to Zhang Feng who was on the stage: "Let Teacher Wang come to class."

Mr. Wang, who was eavesdropping outside the door, was looking up at the sky. He really should go to the office to drink tea, what should we do?A more thorny student came.

But there was nothing to do, the teacher was in class as a matter of course, even if he didn't want to, he still had to go, I just hoped that Han Chen wouldn't bother him.

in the classroom.

A few minutes later, Wang Ming found that Han Chen was following the lecture, and he didn't make trouble, and his attitude was still very serious. So soon, he returned to the state of giving lectures passionately. He really deserves to be a stubborn guy.

On Bian Nan's side, the textbooks were all newly distributed. He flipped through the books following what the teacher said, and the person next to him was sobbing.

He said coldly: "Hold it!"

Mo Jiajun had no choice but to wipe away his tears and keep silent.

*

Probably in the eyes of everyone, Bian Nan's performance today is a complete bastard school bully, but only the system knows that he is just using his own way to punish his own body.

Everything today is far inferior to the abuse and humiliation Han Chen has suffered. After all, Bian Nan is a more straightforward person. He fights as he says, pays attention to crushing with force, and his methods will not be low. At least he can't do it to force people to eat shit and drink urine. shit.

Mo Jiajun used to call himself a gentleman, but he also watched Han Chen being bullied and crying coldly. He even stole other people's drawings shamelessly and forced him to commit suicide by jumping off a building. He didn't feel guilty at all.

Today, he was just humiliated in public, and he was so wronged that he could cry. As expected, if it didn't hurt him, he wouldn't feel the same way.