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People are so careless.

Before Charlotte finished complaining, there was an extra figure in front of the door.

At first he thought it was the math teacher coming, but when he heard the exclamation from behind, he trembled and looked up.

That's right, it's really Lin Yue.

Why was this kid released?

Minor protection law?

No, there is no one under the age of 18 in the second class of the third year of high school.

Charlotte also noticed that some women looked at her eyes, gloating in excitement, as if to say, does it feel good to be slapped in the face by reality?

"Lin Yue, I knew you would be fine."

Dachun stood up with a smile, and when he was about to say something more, Ma Dongmei kicked his ass.

"Dongmei, why did you kick me? Don't you want Lin Yue to come back? Don't you often say that as long as Lin Yue is here, Charlotte will have no chance of chasing Qiuya. Even if he is Sun Houzi, he can only be in your Wuzhi Mountain pee."

After he finished speaking slowly, he noticed the math teacher standing behind Lin Yue, but he didn't come in, but stood at the door and looked out.

He quickly sat down, turned his head to Ma Dongmei who was looking at him with an angry face, and said, "Dongmei, thanks for reminding me, otherwise the math teacher will definitely find out and punish me to stand behind again. Hey, Dongmei, what are you doing?" Looking at me like this, is there something on my face?"

On the other side, Lin Yue ignored Dachun's greeting and Xia Luo's resentment, walked straight to the front of his seat, and stared at Yuan Hua, who was occupying the magpie's nest.

"roll!"

The word "roll" interrupted the train of thought of many students.

That's what Xia Luo said about Yuan Hua last time. This time it was replaced by Lin Yue, and it was even more extreme. At least Xia Luo didn't say that in front of the teacher. Besides, Yuan Hua's math scores are very good, which is worse than that of science students. The students are not as good, but in the second class of the third year of high school, they did not fall out of the top three in the monthly exam.

snap~

Yuan Hua slapped the table and stood up, staring back without flinching.

Last time in the contest with Charlotte, he was cowardly, causing Qiuya to become Lin Yue's deskmate. He was very annoyed and ashamed about this incident. Some people poked his spine and called him a softie. , It can be described as a great shame.

If you coax him again this time, you will lose all your liking and face. I believe Qiuya will also think that he is a softie and give up on him.

"I won't leave, why do you want to hit me?"

When he said this, he glanced at Charlotte. He didn't know whether it was a demonstration or telling another competitor that he was not the old Amon and would not make the same mistake again.

"..."

Xia Luo was not optimistic about Yuan Hua's choice. If he knew how Lin Yue defeated Huangmao and Pingtou in the game arcade, he might face this problem more rationally.

"Hit you? How could I hit you?"

Lin Yuechong gave Yuan Hua a playful smile, which made the subject get goosebumps all over his body.

"Because there's no need."

What do you mean by that?

The little black Sun Fei who kept looking up at him didn't know what he meant. Could it be that Lin Yue gave up? Admit it? You won't be at the same table with Qiuya anymore?

It's not impossible, after all, I've been involved in a bureau, so I think I'll be honest for a while.

The girl with glasses noticed that Qiuya pursed her lips, neither sad nor happy. She couldn't tell whether she would like to be Lin Yue's deskmate or Yuan Hua's deskmate, but from a logical point of view, the latter is better, at least she won't be forced Help copy homework.

She also has a question, why is the math teacher indifferent to the conflict between the two, who is he talking to at the door?

Soon, this question has an answer.

The math teacher standing at the door stepped aside, and two people walked in.

One is the principal, a middle-aged man in his forties, judging from the principal's attitude towards him, it seems that he is not an ordinary person.

Just when everyone was guessing the identity of the visitor, Yuan Hua weakly called out "Dad?"

The voice is not loud, but the students can hear clearly and clearly.

Yuan Hua's father came to school?

"Come out with me."

The middle-aged man left the classroom after leaving this sentence.

Yuan Hua didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly chased outside, but Lin Yue sat down and threw Yuan Hua's schoolbag on the ground very rudely.

At the same time, a crisp slap sounded in the corridor.

snap~

It sounds better than popping beans.

This is... It is specified that Yuan Hua won't be the one who hit his father, so the only possibility left is that Yuan Hua was slapped.

Now everyone understands why Lin Yue said "because it's not necessary".

He really didn't need to beat Yuan Hua, there was someone who would do it for him, and Yuan Hua wouldn't even have the courage to resist.

But... why did Yuan Hua's father beat him?

"Ahem, it's none of your business, just concentrate on class."

The headmaster gave Lin Yue a deep look, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

The math teacher's expression was very unnatural, but since the principal spoke, he could only calm down and start lecturing.

But obviously, the students' attention was not on the math textbooks, nor on Lin Yue and Qiu Ya, but on Yuan Hua.

It wasn't until the target person walked into the classroom from the outside covering his red and swollen face, silently picked up the schoolbag thrown on the ground, and walked back to the middle seat in the last row like a defeated rooster, did everyone draw a picture of this matter in their hearts. A period and a question mark.

Yuan Hua's struggle failed again, this time the resistance came from his own father.

The key is how did Lin Yue do it?

Why was Yuan Hua's father so angry that he ran to the school to slap his son?

Anyway, this time Yuan Hua was ashamed to be thrown at grandma's house.

Dachun looked at classmate Yuan in the next seat and laughed, "Yuan Hua, why does your dad still beat you? My dad never hits me."

...

The next evening.

The commercial street opposite No. 7 Middle School ushered in the brightest moment of the day. Students poured out of that door, some rode bicycles to the distance, and some rushed across the road to sell fried rice, pancakes, roujiamo, steamed stuffed buns, baked goods, etc. The cold noodle stalls were crowded, and the auntie in an apron put the prepared ingredients on the stove in a hurry, and while collecting money, she shouted not to worry, and asked whether to add eggs, ham, or chili.

The oily flowers are rising, the noodles are fragrant all over the street, and the vendors selling milk and eight-treasure porridge are yelling hard.

There are a few fast food restaurants with no signboards on the side of the street, which are full of students in school uniforms. Several people sit around a table and eat home-cooked food served by the proprietress. They all pay the food fee on a monthly basis, and the boss will distribute the dishes according to the standard. The rice is free and can be taken freely in a large wooden barrel. As for the taste...of course it is not as good as Wuchang rice, it can only fill the stomach.

For the students, this kind of dining environment is also more delicious than the meals in the cafeteria, and it is more economical.

Meng Te stopped eating after eating two buns, saying that if he ate too much meat, his figure would lose shape. Zhang Yang didn't bother to talk to him, and he took a mouthful of buns and garlic, his hands were full of oil, and his mouth was full of strange smells.

At that time, the price of garlic hadn’t skyrocketed, and the supply of garlic was unlimited.

However, considering that there is still a self-study class at night, and eating so much garlic, one mouthful can kill his classmates, Zhang Yang can think of a mitigation strategy instead of brushing his teeth, rinsing his mouth and chewing gum, but diving into a roadside tobacco shop.

"Boss, here is a box of peonies."

The proprietress, who was sitting behind the counter holding a yellow porcelain basin while grilling rice and watching TV, stood up, took out a box of red peony from the shelf and threw it on the counter: "Three yuan."

When Zhang Yang took money out of his trouser pocket, Monte asked him a question.

"What do you think Yuan Hua did to make his father so angry that he ran to school to beat him?"

Thank you Lu Lingyun, I want to return the 1,500 starting coins that I want to reward, and you, brother Z, the 200 starting coins that are not crimes.