Dimensional God: The Void Ring

At the end of the first class, a black, straight and beautiful woman wearing a school uniform walked from the first row with a lunch box to the teenager ’s seat, and placed the lunch box on the desk:

"Xin Han, you haven't eaten breakfast yet. This was made for you by yourself. Your favorite hot sauce egg pie. Hurry and eat it, it's still hot!"

After the girl said blushing, she turned around and ran back. This scene was seen in the eyes of many classmates. The girl at the same table was also a little handsome guy. She kept the most fashionable three or seven points nowadays, but had the potential of a little white face.

When he saw that he was bringing dinner to the same table, he snorted coldly and muttered: "What good is handsome to use, at that level of learning, do you eat by your face in the future!"

"Huh, it's good to be handsome. There is also Banhua to bring rice. Open it and let me taste it. What is the taste of Banhua's omelette!"

The girl had just left, and her classmates, who had teeth on the teeth, made public, and leaned over, reaching for her lunchbox with her face licked, and was slapped on the hand by the teenager. He smiled and then put her hand back, not angry.

The relationship between the two is quite good, both smokers are OK to smoke a cigarette together.

In addition, Zhang Yang's temperament is somewhat irritating in the Northeast dialect. When he was in the first year of high school, he was taught by the students of the third year of high school.

At that time, I was catching up with the teenager riding a sophomore to go home. I did n’t care if I was a classmate. I drove more than one meter and ninety in front of the high school students, snorted, and stunned them. The senior three bluffed.

Although it didn't really work, it saved Zhang Yang once, and since then, the two have become friends.

The teenager opened the lunch box and put three quiche rolls with spicy sauce inside. He took one and gave it to Zhang Yang, and he took a big bite and ate it.

"Hey, Xin Han, this morning I picked up the old Liu head, which is awesome! It's ridiculous to death." Zhang Yang finished eating quiche and thought of the morning, he could not help laughing.

"Did you call Xin Han, Brother Han!"

The teenager didn't know why the voice became louder and his eyes glared, so Zhang Yang could not help but feel cold. He said: "Han ... Han, how do I feel that you have changed so much recently?"

Zhang Yang's words made the young man feel awkward. He also felt that he has changed a lot recently, and he likes to solve things more and more with dark means. It seems that he has the potential of a bad silver.

But how is this possible! I am not a five-stress, four-beauty, three-love, handsome, chic, handsome, and good communist ... Uh, ordinary high school students, do good things often, and help the old lady cross the road. Without doing much, why did you suddenly have a tendency to get worse?

Seeing the young man meditating silently, Zhang Yang asked again, "Brother Han, did you encounter something?"

The teenager recovered, and glared: "When I met Shier, I told you, can you solve it? Can you solve it if you owe people more than 20,000 yuan?"

Zhang Yang embarrassed: "No!"

"I've put people to sleep, and now that the baby is there, can you give it to Thunder?"

"This really can't be!" Zhang Yang stared at his small eyes: "As long as the child's mother can do it?"

"Hurry up, I'm bothered!" The teenager waved his hands impatiently, urging Zhang Yang to leave quickly.

However, this year-old student has a good face. The teenager's voice is a little louder, so that the students around him have heard the prestige, and Zhang Yang will leave the absolute faceless at this time.

He laughed and said: "You can really be kidding! Don't mess with me!"

After Zhang Yang smiled, his lips did not move, biting his teeth and whispered: "Brother Han gives a face, the students are watching!"

The teenager just wanted to say, ‘what old are you, why should you give your face. 'But the words suddenly awakened before they even spoke, as if their own thoughts had begun to darken again.

Quickly suppress those thoughts, and try to squeeze out a smile: "Just kidding you, then, Zhang Yang, go back quickly, I will be at the same table in a while!"

His smile suddenly relieved Zhang Yang's embarrassment, and the other party immediately looked familiar again: "Come on, Han brother, when did you come to the same table and did not come in the second class, the second class was the language of the old king Lesson, this product is hitting the muzzle today, and I have to be fined to stand in the morning! "

This really made Zhang Yang say it. Sure enough, in the second Chinese class, the Pharaoh started to speak for ten minutes. A tall and strong student took a big step and ran in.

The student's attitude is still very good, standing at the door and bowing to Wang Wang: "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm late again!"

Pharaoh patted the book in his hand on the podium, and made a slap:

"Again, you know‘ again ’, right, last time you said you watched‘ Ninja Turtles ’at night too late and overslept, what ’s wrong this time!”

The old king raised his voice: "I watched the TV news yesterday," Ninja Turtles "ended the day before yesterday, you tell the big guy, what are you watching, ah?"

"Gourd baby!" This tall and sturdy classmate, as soon as he said this, his eyes lighted up: "Teacher, I told you that yesterday's performance was not a normal gourd baby, it was a small gourd baby, seven gourd baby fit, that Old and powerful ... "

Before the classmate finished talking, the classmates all burst into tears with laughter, and an arrow of Lao Wangqi jumped in front of the goods. A row of stick figures was brought out by the fan in his hand, and the goods were smashed from one meter to eight meters. To a meter or six, his waist couldn't straighten up.

"Go, go to the back and stand, gourd baby! Gourd baby! What else do you go to school? What you got from childcare!"

The student grieved and walked to the last row with his schoolbag, and stood beside the teenager ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Grieved: "Whoever hit me, I am also kind, Hulu Xiaogang can look good, don't regret it Go! "

"Lift the schoolbag, put it on your head, and just stand there!" Lao Wang apparently heard the classmate's self-proclaimed whisper, and fell to the table again.

"Look, just think about the college entrance exam? He thinks the university is a kindergarten! This is the first fool in our class, don't you learn from him!"

Pharaoh snorted with breath, and seemed to be so angry that he calmed down and asked the following: "Yes, who knows where the second fool in our class is?"

The handsome girl in the first row quickly raised her hand at the same table: "Report the teacher, did you ask him to find a parent yesterday, you don't need to come again if you don't find a parent!"

"Oh ..." Pharaoh nodded, did not say anything and was going to continue the lecture, but he seemed to remember something, and looked up to all his classmates: "The composition contest will be held in the district next week, calling all high school students to participate , Each of you will submit an essay tomorrow! "

He finished picking up the books on the podium: "Let's continue the lecture ..."

But before he finished speaking, the classroom door was pushed open. A young man in high-end trousers and a white shirt, slightly embarrassed, walked in with a confused look, and then he seemed to see something terrible. Turning back is about to exit.

"Stop!" Pharaoh pointed the young man with a fan: "How about your mother, I will not let you find your mother!"

"I'm going ..." The young man grumbled as if he couldn't believe it.

"I'm going!" The teenager sitting in the last row suddenly seemed to trigger something. A thunder burst flashed in his mind, and then many memories kept popping up. "I'm Xinhan ... he. ..... he is Charlotte? Am I not on the boat, did I cross? "