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

Biancong's brain has always been slow to react, and after Brother Haohan walked away for a while, he realized belatedly that Brother Haohan called him an idiot just now.

What the fuck?

How dare this guy scold me?

Didn't you say it was the handle?

Just carry it like this?

Bian Cong felt that he had been deeply deceived.

It is very likely that he is not a handle at all, but a small worker who only knows how to grill skewers.

While gradually breaking down from the heart, he really wanted to grab the ground with his head at this moment to end this day of ups and downs.

But after thinking about it, I just passed my seventeenth birthday, if I become a talent again in the future, wouldn't it cause great losses to the country?

Makes sense, it doesn't matter if I die, but what about my contribution? !

Why!For the sake of the country, for the people, and for the sake of the common people in the world, I will live as long as I can.

Bian Cong sighed, opened the toilet door completely, and after making sure no one was there, he still decided to cry.

"Old swan, old swan, what kind of novel did you let me wear, what kind of character design am I, can you give me some hints!!"

The old swan did not give an answer.

Bian Cong sighed again, thinking why he was so sad.After finally transmigrating into a book, I didn’t bring my own golden fingers, but I didn’t understand anything. I was like a clown, making myself look like a mentally handicapped person.

Regret, regret, as the person concerned, Bian Cong very, quite, super invincible regret.

If God gives him another chance, he must familiarize himself with all the people with the same surname as himself in the novel.

During a break, he fell from the entertainment circle to the barbecue stand. Such a strong contrast made him just want to hug his head and cry.

He stayed in the toilet by himself for a while, and returned to the classroom with the bell stuck.

The door was closed, and the sound of reciting books came from the classroom across the wall. He knocked on the door and pushed it in.

"Sorry teacher, I'm late."

"It's okay, go back and sit down."

The teacher spoke very softly, not at all a Hedong lion, but Bian Cong was in a very complicated mood at the moment, and he didn't even bother to look up at the angel teacher.

He walked back to his seat and sat down. The little fat man behind him poked him and handed him a mobile phone, "Brother Bian, your mobile phone."

Bian never looked back, just stretched his arms back and took it.

Bian Cong looks at the phone and wants to laugh, it really is in the novel, high school is allowed to bring a mobile phone, and it is so blatantly passed on in class.

Open your eyes, open your eyes.

"What class are you taking?" Bian asked his deskmate in a low voice.

The deskmate was a little afraid to look at him, and whispered, "History class."

"Thanks."

Classes still have to be taken, and the learning spirit of studying hard and making progress every day must be brought from the outside of the book to the book.

While flipping through the books on the table, he took out the history textbook and opened it, "Which page?"

"78."

Turning from the page to page 78, my good guy, this book is cleaner than my face, and this buddy is not only a master but also a master who is not interested in learning.

Helpless, he took out a pen, circled the key points in the book with his super memory, and marked the test points in some places.

"Not bad, do you know how to take notes?"

At some point, the gentle teacher came over.

Bian Cong looked up at her, she was indeed very gentle, and she was also very gentle.

He has always had a good impression of the gentle teacher, Bian Cong said seriously: "Teacher, if I offended you in class before, I apologize to you."

The little fat man behind him was stunned.

Can amnesia still make a person right?The brother Bian he remembered had never apologized to the teacher.

It's so strange, so outrageous, is this his brother Bian?

The teacher was also stunned. The teacher looked at Bian Cong incredulously, the expression on his face was both gratified and moved: "It's okay, the teacher knows that you didn't mean it. It will definitely get better and better, don’t give up on yourself.”

These days, the teacher's chicken soup for the soul has not changed for thousands of years, and the taste is the same inside and outside the book.

Bian Cong: "Well, don't worry, teacher."

Everyone in this class is absent-minded. Although they are muttering knowledge points in their mouths, they are all thinking about one thing.

He in the end!Which campus novel did she wear in!

besides!What's the name of the guy who called him an idiot? If nothing happens next, Bian Cong's first task is to beat him.

The 45-minute class was finally over. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher didn't delay the class, and even reminded the students to pay attention to the balance between work and rest, and not to be too nervous to study.

This time, without waiting for the little fat man to shout, Bian Cong turned his head first.

"Don't talk yet," he interrupted directly, pointing to the person lying on the table in the back row and asked, "I'll just ask you a question, what's the name of that thing?"

"Ah?" Zhang Yueban followed his gaze, "You mean a college bully?"

"What? This thing is a top student?"

"That's right," Zhang Yue lowered his voice halfway, "Brother Bian, the university bully has a bad temper, let's speak in a low voice."

"I don't!" Bian Cong doubled his voice deliberately, "I just want to say! What's the name of that thing that sleeps on its stomach?"

Fu Chenyan was woken up, and he looked over here, with the same stern and indifferent look in his eyes, which made people inexplicably angry.

He looked at this side quietly, not intending to speak, but feeling full of oppression.

Zhang Yue only glanced secretly, then quickly lowered his head.

"Brother Bian, keep your voice down," Zhang Yue said in a low voice, "The university bully is awake!"

"I'm just waiting for him to wake up. I also want to ask him if it's polite to call someone a fool directly?"

Bian Cong looked at him directly, killing people with his eyes, "What do you think, big! Learn! Bully?"

Fu Chenyan snorted coldly, "You are really an idiot."

"Fuck!" Bian Cong stood up and kicked the stool, "You have the guts to say it again?"

Seeing that something was wrong, Zhang Yue hurried to pull him, "Don't, don't, brother Bian."

"Stupid." Fu Chenyan looked at him with sarcasm in his eyes.

"I'm so fucking hot-tempered," Bian rolled up his sleeves and walked towards his seat, "I'm going to beat you up today, don't you think you're awesome?"

Zhang Yueban hurriedly ran over to stop him, "Brother Bian, don't, don't, there are surveillance."

"I'm fucking in charge, I'm afraid of surveillance?!"

"No, no," Zhang Yueban hurriedly whispered, "Brother Bian, the main reason is that you committed too many crimes, and I'm afraid the teacher will fire you if you fight again."

Bian Cong: "What the hell? Are you serious?"

Zhang Yue nodded halfway, "Brother Bian, let's fight and cherish. If you are really fired, you can only go to barbecue."

Getting fired on the first day of wearing a book and going home to sell skewers?

This is too embarrassing

No, no, no, you can't be so embarrassing, but this guy really owes his mother a hammer!

While deliberating which matter is more important, I finally chose the upper one.

"Okay! I'll let you go today," Bian Cong said generously to the other party, "Just wait for me!"

Fu Chenyan sneered: "You bastard."

What am I doing?

Is this product still in good spirits?

"Come on, little fat man, didn't you say you are my little follower? I have a task for you." Bian Cong pointed to Fu Chenyan, then waved his hand in disgust, "Drag that thing out and bury it."

Zhang Yueban: "Ah, ah?"

"Ah, you, you are big, hurry up."

"B-Brother Bian, I, I can't."

"Why can't you?"

"I, I," Zhang Yue said aggrieved, "I dare not."

Fu Chenyan looked at the two of them as if they were mentally retarded. In the end, he might not be able to bear it any longer and left.

Bian Cong: "..."

dead!

My career is dead!

Bian Cong closed his eyes, thinking that this life would be over.

"Brother Bian, why are you rolling your eyes?"

Bian Cong glanced at him speechlessly, "I'm still foaming at the mouth, don't you believe it?"

Zhang Yue nodded in a daze: "I believe it."

"Believe your grandma's legs and legs," Bian Cong knocked his wooden head, "I'm wondering, little fat man, how did you become my little follower? Did you give gifts and go through the back door?"

The little fat man's eye circles turned red again: "Brother Bian..."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

Bian Cong is about to collapse, what the hell are these things, even if the start is bad, you should match me up with some good teammates.

What is this, bronze?Not even fucking plastic.

"Okay, I accept my fate, I accept my fate," Bian Cong raised his hands in surrender, "I have retired, and I am going to be buried with the empress dowager."

"Brother Bian, don't do it, and you are a man, so you can't be buried with the concubine, it's against the rules."

Bian Cong: "...Why are you so excited?"

? ? ?This guy is still smiling?

Did he think I was praising him?

That's all, fate is fate, accept fate and accept fate!

Resigning himself to his fate, he returned to his seat and sat down, "Why are you standing? Are you going to be buried with you?"

"Oh, I'm here, Brother Bian."

"Continue to talk about it just now," Bian Never said angrily, "What did you call that thing?"

Zhang Yueban: "Fu Chenyan."

"Fu Chenyan?"

"Uh-huh."

Why does this name sound familiar?

It's like something out of a novel.

Which novel is it?

The diary of a high-cold scholar returning to the village to raise pigs and become rich?

No, no, I got it wrong, I got it wrong.

what is that?

The high-cold high school tyrant returned from his studies and transformed into a domineering president to marry a country girl's diary?

Not right.

Fuck!

"Fu Chenyan, Fu Chenyan," while whispering his name, suddenly thought of a very important point, "Is that guy's name surnamed Fu Fu, Silent Shen, Granite Rock?"

"Eh? Brother Bian, do you remember?"

"I remember a dime, and I feel that the name is very familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere."

"But Brother Bian, you're so weird today," Zhang Yue said half.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't usually talk to college bullies," Zhang Yueban said, "You said before that school bullies are good-looking, and you can't yell at good-looking people, let alone shake your fist."

"What the hell?!"

"Oh yes," Zhang Yueban patted his head, "I forgot you lost your memory."

Thanks to my amnesia, the words came out of my mouth, and I slapped my mouth swollen on the spot.

Just this good-looking?

It seems really pretty.

Well, let's just say he's pretty good-looking.

However, this does not prevent me from wanting to hammer him in the slightest.

Bian Cong: "Continue talking."

"What did you say?"

"Let's talk about what else this guy has, besides studying."

Zhang Yue thought for a while and said, "Oh, I remembered, Da Xueba's family is very rich. I heard that the cars driven by his drivers cost several million dollars."

"Cut." Bian never disdained.

He's good-looking and has money at home, isn't this the hero of a novel?

"and many more!"

"Fu Chenyan, the hero of the novel, handsome, academically superior, and cold!"

"Fuck! I remembered."

Zhang Yueban: "Ah? What?"

Bian Cong: "You don't understand, even if you tell me you don't know."

Isn't this guy the protagonist in the book that Lao Wang muttered in my ear before the book transmigration?

What is peerless beauty, what is so handsome, what is it that you want to give birth to a monkey, is this what you are talking about?

Okay!What a fucking enemy.

I have read so many campus articles, what I hate the most is this kind of academic bully with all the halos, who is cold and arrogant, and despises everything.

It's a coincidence that I ran into it here.

God help me! !

I can only open the mic passionately outside the book, but now I am in the book, not only can I open the mic passionately, but I can also punch you hard.

cool!

Today, I am about to become the God of Justice and take the place of Wanqian Shufen to treat this guy well!

Fu Chenyan!

I declare!

Your time has come!

Ah ha ha ha ha! !

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