After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

"This translation is the key point, draw it out with a red pen and mark it with a triangle symbol!"

"Hurry up and write, it depends on what I do, I have words on my face, read a book!!"

In the second and third classes of Nancheng Middle School, Ms. Zhang Meili still used her loud and clear voice to shout at a group of drowsy little woods under the podium.

"Sort out the knowledge points we have taught in this class, memorize what should be memorized, memorize what should be memorized, and conduct spot checks in the next class."

After saying this, there was still silence under the podium, not even the sound of turning a book.

"Write, move your mouth, what are you doing, waiting for me?!"

After this sentence was finished, the sound of turning pages came from under the podium.

Zhang Meili clapped her hands, picked up her thermos cup that had never changed for thousands of years, blew on the chalk dust on the cup, and was about to unscrew the lid to drink.

boom--

There was a loud noise, almost throwing the water glass that Zhang Meili had not had time to bring to her mouth.

In the next second, another wild word came from the same position.

"Damn it! Who the hell dares to tie me up?!"

Zhang Meili was stunned for a moment, and didn't recover for a long time.

There is only one strong man who dares to make such a mistake in front of Empress Dowager Zhang, and that is Bian Cong.

With a slap, he raised his head from his arms while half asleep and half awake.

hiss......

It hurts.

The pain in the palm of his hand made him wake up completely from his dream. Just now, while dreaming, he dreamed that he was walking on the road after school, and he was happily listening to a campus novel. The man buckled the sack and gave him a stick by the way.

So, Bian Cong ran away on the spot, slammed the table angrily, and cursed.

He shook his numb hands, but he was still sleepy, and his face was not very good-looking.

It turned out to be a dream, I thought from my heart.

On second thought, it must be a dream!Who the hell dared to tie up his brother Bian after eating the bear's heart and leopard.

Sleeping on my stomach was a bit stiff, while shaking my neck, stretching my arms, half-closed my eyes and talking to my deskmate as usual: "Hey, Brother Wang, what time is it? How long until get out of class is over?"

Brother Wang didn't speak.

Bian Cong asked again: "Hey, Old Wang next door, what time is it? Is get out of class over soon?"

The old Wang next door still didn't speak.

Bian Cong was puzzled, and just about to open his big piercing eyes to greet Lao Wang, he was shocked by a loud roar from the podium.

It was still a bang.

Empress Dowager Zhang put the thermos cup in her hand on the table, and she yelled in her proficient loud voice: "Bian Cong!! Give it to me! Stand up!!!"

Bian Cong: ? ? ?

Like the roar of a lion in the east of the river, his small head was immediately filled with great doubts.

Ok?

What's the situation? ?

Bian Cong opened his eyes and followed the sound to look forward.

I saw that there were twenty heads staring at him, and at the same time there was the one who roared like a lion in the east of the river just now.

But the expressions on their faces were different.

Those twenty heads were bewildered, surprised, and shocked.

And the expression of the Hedong Lion Roar is more serious, he looks very, very angry, so angry that his hair stands on end in front of him, and this kind of anger doesn't seem to have exhausted all his strength, it seems that he is still brewing a big move.

Tsk tsk tsk, shaking his head from time to time, so fierce, so fierce...

no, wait wait

Who is this person?

No, wait a little longer.

Who are these people? ?

Bian Cong was stunned for a moment, subconsciously turned his head to look at Lao Wang next door.

I saw that the old Wang next door looked at him with eyes that were more ignorant than his.

"Fuck!!" As if seeing a ghost, Bian Cong almost jumped up from the stool, "Who the hell are you? Where is our old Wang?"

"Bian Cong!!" He Dongshi roared again, "I tell you to stand up for me! Are you deaf!"

Bian Cong was baffled by being named, he looked towards the podium, and asked tentatively: "Sorry, I'm taking the liberty to ask, may I ask who you are?"

As soon as these words came out, the twenty or so heads just shrank back instantly, and began to whisper to the head next to them.

"You, you, you..." He Dong Lion Roar pointed at him with one hand, and patted his chest with the other, "I'm mad at me, I'm mad at me, I'm mad at me..."

"Brother Bian, Brother Bian, Brother Bian!"

When Bian Cong was in a daze, there were whispered calls one after another from behind.

Side never looked back.

Fuck!There is still one

Who is this person?

"Brother Bian, stand up," the cute and naive little fat man whispered to him, "Stand up first."

Bian Cong: "Huh?"

Seeing his bewildered expression, the little fat man repeated in a low voice, "Stand up!!"

Bian Cong: "Huh? Huh??"

"Bian Cong!!!" Behind him came the roar of the Hedong lion again.

God!While roaring from the heart.

God, earth, can any kind angel sister tell me where I am?

Who are these people?

why do people keep telling me to stand up

"Okay, okay," Bian Cong surrendered, "I will stand up, please stop shouting."

The Hedong lion was panting angrily, she pointed at the side, her hands were still shaking, "You, you go and stand behind me."

I have stood up, why do I have to go to the back?

Forget it, just stand there, stop wherever you go.

Bian Cong: "Oh."

As soon as he finished, the twenty or so heads looked over in unison, as if they had rehearsed in advance, and their small faces showed great shock.

Bian withdrew the stool from the back and walked back.

Just two steps away, the little fat man looked at him with shocked eyes like them, "Brother Bian!"

Bian Cong glanced at the textbooks spread out on his desk.

Oh, I see, remind him to bring books.

"thank you."

While taking the book from his outstretched arms, he did not forget to thank the little fat man.

Just such a sentence, the class exploded in an instant.

"Fuck!! It's not that my eyesight is broken, he actually brought a book??!!"

"You didn't, you didn't, I saw it, and he actually agreed to stand as a penalty??"

"Damn, I have a hunch that Sister Meili is going to go crazy."

"No, no, I guess she will be confused."

Well, the contact person for the incident, Ms. Zhang Meili, was indeed standing on the podium with a dazed expression.

Bian Cong, the shit-stirring stick in this class, agreed to stand as a punishment, which seemed to be the first time in a long time, she couldn't believe her eyes and glasses.

The discussion in the class intensified, almost surpassing the usual atmosphere of her class.

"Why are you arguing! Have you sorted out all the knowledge points! Hurry up and memorize them, I won't be able to recite the text ten times for the exam tomorrow!"

Sister Meili gave an order, and it was instantly quieter.

Bian Cong walked to the back and stood next to the blackboard. He still looked dazed.

What the hell is going on here? I was clearly half asleep and half awake just now listening to Lao Wang's Amway novel for me. Why did Lao Wang change when I opened my eyes?

Could it be that I crossed over?No, isn't this still modern?

So am I crazy?No, I feel pretty normal.

Could it be that I am still dreaming.

Well, there is a possibility.

In order to verify whether he is still dreaming.

While rolling up the textbook, he looked at his head for a while.

Hold!It hurts.

Damn, it's not a dream either.

Then where is this ah ah ah ah! ! !

"Follow!"

While the mind was wandering, the person on the podium spoke again, but this time the voice was much quieter, at least it didn't shake the ears.

As if his name was the signal, those little heads turned back.

"what?"

"I will be the first to check you in class tomorrow!"

Bian Cong was confused: "What?"

"Translation of sentences, recitation of texts, and explanations with fake words."

Bian Cong: "Oh."

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that!"

"I heard it, I heard it, he actually said oh, my mother!!"

"My God, has he lost his memory? According to the past, he would definitely fight with Sister Meili, but today he is so obedient!"

"I guess he must be holding back a big move in his heart. He and Meili must not escape a big battle."

"Makes sense. Makes sense."

"Have you already memorized it already!!" Sister Meili said again, "Hurry up and memorize it! I won't be able to recite it twenty times tomorrow!"

When the order was issued, everyone opened their mouths in cooperation.

What's going on, Bian never understands.

He looked at the book in his hand.

Preface to Tengwang Pavilion

Isn't this what he learned in his sophomore year?

Just check this stuff?

Harmful!it's not a piece of cake

and many more......

sophomore? !

Isn't he a senior?How come you fell asleep and became a sophomore in high school?

Hold!What the hell is going on.

Seeing that there are still two months to come to an end, the days are coming again?Co-authored for more than half a year in vain?The question is whitewashed?

While looking around, there are tables, blackboards, and people, and I preliminarily judged that this is a classroom. This class is a Chinese class, and the one who roared just now is the Chinese teacher.

While turning into Conan from this moment, he moved forward along his memory line. This morning, he ate and went to school. Morning self-study is history. Give him an Amway novel, then he dreams, then wakes up, and then stands here...

That's right, Bian Cong wondered, that's right, which link went wrong?

endorsement?sleep?novel?

Yes, yes, fiction!

While waking up like a dream, when he was about to fall asleep in a daze in the morning, Lao Wang kept murmuring in his ear, saying that there was a character with the same name and surname as him in the campus novel he read, and then Balabala heap.

Oh, by the way, he also said that the character design of the protagonist in the book is very good. He studies well, has a good family, is handsome, and can pass [-] in the college entrance examination with his eyes closed.

Cut, thinking from the bottom of my heart, isn't it the standard matching of the school text that I hate the most.

High coldness, good study, bad temper, sleeping in class and being late.

Just thinking of this, the back door opened.

The sound of the door opening was so small that no one in front could hear it, only Bian Cong who was near the back door heard it.

The door was pushed open, and a boy in a blue and white school uniform came in. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly.

Dude, this is oversleeping.

While slightly raising his gaze, he looked at the teacher and found that the teacher was giving a lecture to a classmate.

"No teacher, come in quickly!" Bian Chong whispered to the late student at the door.

No way, Brother Bian has always been so helpful, after all, he is also a professional latecomer.

But the man didn't seem to appreciate it.

I saw him as if he didn't hear it, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

With his bag on his back, he walked past in front of him openly, and sat down in the last empty seat.

???

Is this person surnamed Zhang?Arrogant Zhang?

I admire him from the bottom of my heart, and I really want to see the true face of this heroic brother.

He moved half a step to the side and tilted his head to look at him.

Good guy, brother good guy is not only courageous but also bad.

High nose bridge, fair skin, deep facial features, and excellent jawline.Coupled with this courage, this is a lively novel hero.

While sighing from the heart, I couldn't help but take a second look.

Although I haven't figured out where I am yet, the handsome guy is worth watching again and again.

As if aware that someone was looking at him, Brother Haohan raised his head and looked over here.

Bian Cong was stunned for a moment, and immediately showed a kind smile to the other party.

But got no response.

Brother Haohan looked at him blankly, and turned his head back in the next second.

This turn of his head allowed Bian Cong to see his appearance clearly, especially those eyes and the look in his eyes.

Very cold and indifferent, there is no sign of friendliness or kindness at all.

"Cut," Bian Cong curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "What are you pulling?"

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