The system forced me to be a scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Siyang only mentioned it once to ask Shen Muque to sit on the next table.

For the next whole day, Shen Muque didn't go out to wander around.

As soon as the class bell rang, he obediently sat next to Shen Siyang on the next table.

The last section in the afternoon is a practical course that needs to go to the laboratory upstairs.

Shen Siyang arrived early and picked the same seat as in the classroom.

The last row by the window.

Seeing Shen Siyang pull out the chair and sit down, Shen Muque was about to sit on the table next to him just like in the classroom.

Shen Siyang stopped him with a smile: "There are fewer seats here than in the classroom, and there may be someone sitting next to you."

Shen Muque stopped moving, his face slightly stagnant.

After staring at Shen Siyang for a long time, he honestly backed away from the seat next to him.

As Shen Siyang expected, the empty seat next to him was indeed occupied.

As soon as Yan Pu entered the laboratory, he saw that there was no one next to Shen Siyang's seat, so he rushed to Shen Siyang's side in three steps at a time. After sitting down, he began to trick Shen Siyang into reporting two more sports events.

Shen Siyang listened carefully to what Yan Pu had to say at first.

After the class bell rang, seeing Shen Muque floating beside Yan Pu's seat rather sadly, he endured the pain with a smile, so he couldn't listen to what he said later.

Get through a lab class.

Shen Siyang specially waited for the others to leave, then put on his schoolbag, looked at Shen Muque and asked with a smile, "Can I buy you some tea eggs from the small shop tonight?"

Shen Muque, who had complained for a class, turned slightly relaxed, and offered to ask: "Two."

Shen Siyang responded with a smile.

After packing up his things, he walked out of the experimental classroom. As soon as he got down to the first floor, the road was blocked by a group of people.

Shen Siyang glanced.

It was the people from Class [-] in physical education class in the morning.

Gao Zhanpeng was standing in the middle, looking at Shen Siyang provocatively: "What a coincidence, classmate, since we have met, let's take a step to talk."

Shen Siyang didn't bother to talk to him.

Just as he was about to leave, his hand was pulled lightly, and Shen Muque's voice sounded: "You can go with them."

Shen Siyang heard the words, thought for a moment, and then left with a few people.

A group of people walked around to the back of the laboratory building.

As soon as he walked in, Gao Zhanpeng's expression turned ugly when he saw a group of people leaning against the back wall of the laboratory building smoking a cigarette: "Why the hell are you here?!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Cheng Daiyi glanced at Gao Zhanpeng through the smoke: "Zombies have eaten your whole brain, you idiot? You forgot you asked me to come?"

While speaking, Shen Siyang, who swept behind the crowd, sneered: "Arranging a fight and kidnapping hostages, Gao Zhanpeng, you are really getting worse and worse."

Gao Zhanpeng's face instantly turned red: "Who the hell made an appointment with you?!"

Seeing this posture, Shen Siyang asked Shen Muque softly, "Who did you find?"

Shen Muque responded, and raised his finger to Gao Zhanpeng: "I imitated this person's handwriting."

Shen Siyang chuckled: "Didn't you tell me not to play with them yesterday?"

Shen Muque blushed slightly, and explained earnestly: "The representative of the physical education class in the morning said, group soul. It sounds very important, and the classmates seem to be united together. And compared with the few people in the fifth class, they are not so Like a bad boy."

After Cheng Daiyi finished smoking, he said slowly, "Newcomers, either run away or come to our side."

Several people beside him also said to Shen Siyang one after another.

"Come here, let my brothers show you the idiots of gang fights."

"Take it as a transfer gift for you, hahaha."

Before Shen Siyang could react, another voice came from behind the group.

"I know that you idiots in class five are uneasy and kind, but fortunately, I kept an eye on it."

Shen Siyang looked in the direction of the voice and saw Yan Pu who was out of breath.

Yan Pu was accompanied by seven or eight classmates.

Gao Zhanpeng's complexion turned dark for a moment: "What are you doing? Bullying the few with the more?"

Cheng Daiyi sneered: "Isn't it because you bully more and less first?"

The air froze for a moment.

Suddenly, a group of people from Class [-] picked up branches and sticks from the ground, and started attacking without saying hello.

Yan Pu and his party scolded angrily.

"Fucking trash is trash!"

The scene became chaotic for a while.

Shen Siyang was the closest to the group of Class [-] and was the first to be besieged.

He swiftly removed the stick from the hand of the first person who swung it at him, and kicked him away.

The voices of Cheng Daiyi and Yan Pu sounded almost at the same time.

"There is something, my good student."

"Student Shen is awesome!"

Shen Siyang focused on solving the person in front of him and didn't respond.

Until the group from Class Five was dispersed by the people from Class Six, Shen Muque's voice sounded a little surprised: "You know how to fight?"

Shen Siyang chuckled: "Know it a little bit. If you transfer more schools, the probability of encountering strange things is also high."

Just as Shen Muque was about to say more, his attention was suddenly taken away by a flash of light.

He said instantly: "Knife."

It was Gao Zhanpeng who was fighting with Cheng Daiyi and took out a small knife from his pocket.

Shen Siyang and Shen Muque stepped forward almost at the same time, and grabbed Gao Zhanpeng's hand holding the knife.

The strength of both of them was great, and Gao Zhanpeng was pinned down instantly and couldn't move at all.

Cheng Daiyi was a little dazed when he saw Shen Siyang rushing up suddenly, until he saw the knife in Gao Zhanpeng's hand, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant.

"Gao Zhanpeng, are you disgusting? The small fights on campus are actually using knives?"

Gao Zhanpeng's face turned red, and he refused to admit it: "How could it be disgusting that you have more people bullying and less people? Didn't you force it?"

Cheng Daiyi rolled his eyes, knocked down the knife in his hand, lifted the man aside and beat him.

During the back and forth between the two, Gao Zhanpeng had the upper hand for a moment.

Cheng Daiyi thought he was going to fight back, and subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

Unexpectedly, Gao Zhanpeng let go of him, threw himself on the ground, picked up the knife, and rushed towards Shen Siyang with a fierce face.

"Damn it! Meddling little boy! You don't know how to write my name unless I teach you a lesson!"

Everything happened between lightning and flint.

When Cheng Daiyi realized it, it was too late to chase Gao Zhanpeng.

Several other people around noticed, and they all cried out in panic.

"careful!"

However, when Gao Zhanpeng was only about one meter away from Shen Siyang, he was suddenly shocked a few meters away.

The knife in his hand fell, and he fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.

The back of the laboratory building was completely quiet, everyone was dumbfounded and collectively aphasia.

Until a loud voice came from far and near: "What's going on? Huh? A gang fight? Get out of here at the Academic Affairs Office!"

-

After half an hour.

More than a dozen people from the sixth class sat in the academic affairs office, each with a pen and two sheets of paper, writing a [-]-word self-criticism.

Zhong Wenfeng held the wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea in his hand, and even drank most of the bottle, but he couldn't get angry.

He circled around the group of people worriedly: "Why did you get into trouble with that group of people in Class [-] again? They all said to bear with it, bear with it, and there is only one last year left."

Yan Pu scratched his head when he wrote the review: "Old Zhong, they really went too far this time. It was they who bullied and provoked Student Shen first."

Zhong Wenfeng just came from home, and he still didn't know the reason of the matter. Hearing this, he immediately looked at Shen Siyang nervously.

"Si Yang, are you injured?"

Shen Siyang shook his head and responded with a polite smile: "No, Mr. Zhong, you don't have to worry."

Zhong Wenfeng heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that.

Before he could relax completely, he heard Yan Pu say again: "And Gao Zhanpeng is really outrageous this time, he fights when he fights, and he even draws a knife."

When Zhong Wenfeng heard this, his expression instantly became serious: "Is he really holding a knife?"

The dozen or so people who wrote the review nodded in unison.

Zhong Wenfeng put the lid on the cup: "This is not good, this is already considered a vicious incident, I have to go to Director Xu to talk about it."

Everyone hurriedly urged Zhong Wenfeng to go quickly.

Because the head teacher of Class [-] didn't come, Director Xu was training several members of Class [-] alone next door.

Zhong Wenfeng walked to the door with the cup in his hand, and just as he opened the door, he stopped and told: "You guys have to finish writing your self-criticism today before you go back."

"No, Lao Zhong, this is five thousand words!"

"I can't finish writing in two hours!"

Zhong Wenfeng sighed helplessly: "You fight with the people in Class Five at least three times a semester, Director Xu didn't let you write a [-]-word self-criticism at school all night, it's because of my face, you just finished it honestly, I can only leave after I have accepted it."

The crowd groaned.

The door of the Academic Affairs Office was ruthlessly closed.

After about half a minute, Yan Pu put down the pen in his hand, looked at Shen Siyang, and the curiosity he had endured for half an hour finally burst.

"Student Shen, how did you do that trick just now? What a fucking metaphysics!"

The rest of the dozen or so people also looked at Shen Siyang with question marks all over their heads.

Shen Siyang glanced at Shen Muque who was sitting beside him, Shen Muque, who had been in a bad mood since Gao Zhanpeng swung the knife at him just now.

The situation was actually very simple.

It was Shen Muque who pulled him into his arms, and then kicked Gao Zhanpeng away.

But in the eyes of other people who can't see Shen Muque, this matter is very supernatural.

Shen Siyang swept around the crowd and chuckled, "To tell you the truth, I studied under Maoshan."

"Shit! Is it true or false?"

Shen Siyang deserved it naturally: "Of course it's true."

"So, you can see ghosts?" Yan Pu asked seriously.

Shen Siyang opened his eyes and said nonsense: "The skill is not very high, so it depends on luck."

Yan Pu asked again: "Then do we have it now?"

Shen Siyang glanced at Shen Muque who was still depressed: "Yes."

Yan Pu instantly looked in the direction Shen Siyang was looking at, as if begging Guan Gong: "Brother Gui, can you help me when I fight next time, it's so fucking cool!"

The group laughed instantly.

The young man doesn't care if it's true or not, anyway, he uttered a bad breath today, and he's in a very good mood and he's done.

Shen Siyang gradually showed an unguarded smile amidst the laughter.

Cheng Daiyi, who was sitting on an office chair not far away, was staring at Shen Siyang.

Originally, he wanted to find a suitable time to thank Shen Siyang for today's affairs, but suddenly seeing Shen Siyang's crooked smile, he was stunned for a moment.

It's not too late.

The setting sun fell into the Academic Affairs Office.

The warm light warmed Shen Siyang's whole body.

The already fair and well-behaved face looked more gentle and harmless under the blessing of a bright smile.

It wasn't until Shen Siyang suddenly turned his back to Cheng Daiyi that he suddenly came back to his senses.

Shen Siyang was pulled by Shen Muque before looking in the direction of the corner.

The people next to him have already begun to write quickly after making a fuss.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he looked at Shen Muque and opened his lips, but said nothing: "What's wrong?"

Shen Muque watched him quietly for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and buried his face in the palm of his left hand.

Looking at the beautiful and obedient face in front of him, and feeling the cool and soft touch in his palm, Shen Siyang was so stunned that he couldn't respond for a while.

Until Shen Muque said: "I'm sorry."

Shen Siyang asked silently, "Why do you apologize?"

Shen Muque straightened up again and looked at him seriously: "I should tell you directly to let you avoid them."

Shen Siyang understood what Shen Muque meant, and gradually smiled.

"It's not your problem. I know you want me to integrate into the group. Besides, who would have thought that he would carry a knife."

Shen Muque stared at Shen Siyang, then suddenly leaned over and put his chin on Shen Siyang's shoulder.

The cool air rushed towards his face, carrying the faint fragrance of flowers that Shen Muque had always had on his body.

Shen Siyang froze again, unable to respond for a short time.

Until Shen Muque's gentle voice sounded again: "Can I rely on this for a while?"

When he spoke, all the breath he exhaled hit Shen Siyang's ears.

Shen Siyang was stiff all over, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Then the body gave a reaction one step ahead of the brain, and nodded slightly.

Shen Muque, who was leaning on Shen Siyang's shoulder, showed a slight smile.

He moved closer to Shen Siyang again.

After holding Shen Siyang halfway, he raised his eyelids and looked at Cheng Daiyi who was still staring at Shen Siyang's back in a daze not far away.

The thick long eyelashes trembled slightly under the halo of the setting sun.

It wasn't until Cheng Daiyi took his eyes away that he closed his eyes and stuffed his head into Shen Siyang's soft and warm neck.

The author says:

Wicked: Huh, mine;

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