Fake Slackers

There is an internal group in the senior second and third classes.

Almost every class builds an internal group, which acts as a guard against teachers and enables freedom of expression. Teachers from all walks of life are in a large group. It is not easy to say that if you meet a teacher who is partnering with students, it will be fine. However, menopausal women like Xu Xia are very serious in their laughter on a weekday basis. At first glance, you can see that there is a serious intergenerational gap with them.

But Class 3 is a bit special.

Not only do they have to guard against teachers, but they also have to guard against two special figures who dominate the campus.

[Anonymous A]: … I heard He Dynasty beat Yang Wenyuan?

[Anonymous B]: My friend and Yang Wenyuan were in a class and said they were beaten particularly hard and are still lying in the hospital.

[Anonymous C]; Yang Wenyuan from class 8?

Inside the group news kept shocking, Liu Jinhao looked at the words "Yang Wenyuan”, and the image that used to scare him into liver tremors gradually overlapped with that name.

“Don't hit me... I'm wrong...”

He Zhao grabbed the man's hair and said softly, “Did I warn you? Did I fucking warn you? ”

Yang Wenyuan knelt on the ground, his whole person was particularly skinny, his face was full of acne, and he looked like a pit crawl. The floor of the toilet tile was not clean, and there were some water stains, and he cried, “Leave me alone. ”

When Liu Jinhao asked He Chao to go to the teacher's office, Shen Jie just came to play. He prepared his own chair and sat on the side of He Chao. There was no ‘other class' consciousness: “That, by the window, please pull the curtains. ”

He Dynasty said, "Whom do you call, pull it yourself? ”

Shen Jie rose and pulled up the curtains and sat back. He was in gym class next time, so he couldn't afford it. He never dropped his phone in his hand. "Chao, what are you playing at? ”

He Zhao ignored him. He stuck around Xie Yu and showed him the mobile screen: “Master, can you help me with the staff officer? ”

Xie Yu gave him two words: “Fuck off. ”

“ …… ”

Shen Jie was curious: “Show me, I'll help you staff. ”

“Fuck off,” said He Dynasty, "you go back to your class and cool off. ”

Shen Jie persevered and finally took a sneak peek. Pink interface, a long-haired cartoon girl standing by the wardrobe in white underwear winking her eyes.

Shen Jie was shocked and incessant: “Is this... that... that...”

“That myriad of girls in primary and secondary schools are obsessed with dressing games.” Xie Yu said calmly.

He Dynasty played a whole class, and Xie Yu was harassed by him.

He Dynasty confidently matched the costume every time, the score came out unsatisfactory, one level tried many times, and finally threw it in front of Xie Yu: “The same table, do me a favor? ”

Clothes like playing cards may all require a little luck. Xie Yu was really annoyed by him. He ordered a few things at random: “Are you retarded... this game? Soft ID, sweetheart? It's a deep play. ”

Xie Yu ordered and came out with an unexpectedly high score.

“Master,” He Dynasty sincerely praised, “how does this look like an ugly set of clothes, have to be separated so high. ”

Shen Jie felt that the world had been in a trance for a while, preferring to believe that it was his taste that had gone wrong: "Ah? Is this game... fun? What's so unique about it? ”

He Zhongzheng carefully figured out how to fit the next set of clothes. He had no merit.

Xie Yusan copied the homework after class and closed the book and said: “Where is it unique? Especially retarded. ”

Liu Jinhao entered the classroom directly from the back door. He stood in front of the He Dynasty: “Go to the teacher's office and find Mr. Xu. ”

He Dynasty responded casually. He didn't think of it as anything at all. After a while, he raised his head and found Liu Jinhao still standing in front of him: “... is there anything else you want? ”

Liu Jinhao seemed to hold a sentence for a long time. Finally, he mustered the courage to say: “Don't think you can do whatever you want. Yang Wenyuan was beaten like this by you...”

Shen Jie heard here and interrupted hastily: “Wait. Yang Wenyuan? What?”

Ten minutes in class, the class was loud, no one noticed what they were saying in this corner.

The He Dynasty understood. He shrugged his smile and put away his phone. If he thought: "Ah, so. ”

Shen Jie: “… what is it? ”

Xie Yu stayed out of it and did not react.

Liu Jinhao was actually scared, but his brain was so hot - he used to blame himself for not stopping his classmates when they were being bullied. The first reaction was to turn his head and run, and now the new hatred is added together, a little excited.

Besides, He Chao's face is getting cold now. Liu Jinhosheng is afraid that he will really piss him off.

However, He Dynasty just threw the phone to Xie Yu: “Do me a favor and hit me two more times. I have to surpass the sweet milk pudding on the previous friends list today. ”

Xie Yu took the phone and didn't have time to refuse it. He Dynasty has already gone out.

The lesson bell just rang.

Shen Jie dragged the chair out and before walking, he broke into confusion and thought: "... what beating, when did Chao hit Yang Wenyuan? No, I lost my memory. ”

This time, He Dynasty did not return to class one day.

When I came back the next day, people were like no one else.

Teacher didn't hold out, asked Xu Xia: “Teacher Xu, how are you doing about the Banhe dynasty? Are we done here? ”

Xu Xiaqi didn't fight anywhere: “If he dies or doesn't admit it, what can we do with him? ”

After He Dynasty was called over, he did not change color throughout the process. He also asked Yang Wenyuan for the hospital injury report in a similar manner to the prosecutor, so that he could explain how each of his injuries were beaten.

Yang Wenyuan can't even talk when the child is frightened.

Xu Xia felt that there was no need to investigate this matter at all. People with brains knew what was going on at first glance. She asked He Dynasty to make a proactive mistake, apologize and write a review, and dispose of it and be done with it.

He Zhaozheng was reluctant. Although he smiled on his face, his tone was cold: “What apologies? Yang San, you are very skilled at touching porcelain. When you touch your upper and lower lips, say I hit you. ”

Xu Xia couldn't remember, waved her hand: “Stop talking about him, it hurts my chest. ”

“More than sweet milk pudding yet?” He Chao pinched the spot, stepped on the class bell and walked in through the back door. He stood next to Xie Yu. He bent over and knocked Xie Yu's desk, "Hello. ”

Early self-study was always used to mend the senses. Xie Yu got a headache from him: “Super butt, go play with yourself. ”

He Zhao sat down and asked: “What about my phone? ”

Xie Yu touched the table belly twice and threw it over.

He Chao single-handedly picked it up and found that the battery was dead.

Yesterday, the affairs of He Dynasty and Yang Wenyuan went on and on in the grade, rumours broke out.

I've heard that these two school superiors love to cause trouble, but that basically contradicts people outside of school, doesn't happen around them, and can be considered as legendary tea after dinner to talk about, sigh a few "bullshit".

But now that He Dynasty has come out like this, he is still a recognized good student in grades.

[Anonymous A]: He came to class today… Wow talking to Xie Yu.

[Anonymous A]: Cock or Xie Yu Cock, fearless. Terrible, I dare not move.

[Anonymous B]: Yang Wenyuan was discharged from the hospital today. Shen Jie grabbed his collar and scolded him in class... Is there really something hidden?

[Anonymous C]: What can be hidden, shamed into anger, Shen Jie is not a good student.

Xie Yu slept a little early for self-study.

He Chao didn't know who borrowed the power bank and sat down to play with his phone.

The first lesson is Xu Xia's. Xu Xia just entered the classroom, pointing to He Dynasty and saying: "Get out of the class, stand at the door, not in the classroom. ”

The class saw Xu Xia's attitude and the speculation about “beatings" became more and more certain.

The man must have fought.

It doesn't matter if He Dynasty doesn't say anything, take your phone and power bank directly outside.

Xie Yu glanced at his back. The school uniform was unified. He Dynasty could really wear a good student posture. His waist rod was pulled out, his clothes were clean, and he was not a demon like everyone else. He zipped the zipper especially low. However, the phone he was holding in his hand and the long charging cord revealed his nature.

He Dynasty didn't know if he felt someone looking at him. He turned back when he walked to the door.

Before Xie Yu had time to turn his head back, he listened to Xu Xia standing on the stage and said: “Xie Yu, are you so reluctant to share your table? ”

Xie Yu, the innocent lying gun: “...” Fuck?

“Then you can't abandon him, you go out and stand with him.” Xu Xia said again, "Get out. ”

In front of the senior class, two people stood in the first class in the morning.

“That's funny," He Zhao stuck a dead end, showering electricity and grabbing his phone to play dressing game, bowing his head and saying, "Can't you spare me? ”

Xie Yu stood beside him, really didn't know what to say, in response to a profound monosyllable: “Huh. ”

He Dynasty: “…”

Xie Yu just didn't really want to go to see Xu Xia, and resentment had to be written on his face.

From the day he returned to school, he felt that the class director obviously had stereotypes about them. He Dynasty, regardless of what was going on, who was right and who was wrong, she had passed through this matter, carrying Xie Yu as a dangerous item that had not yet been bombed, felt that they were both in the same category anyway.

Besides, he watched Xu Xia keep rolling his white eyes at them. He was afraid that her eyes wouldn't roll out any problems.

“Master, look, is this plaid dress nice, or is it pink?” He Dynasty can be said to have persevered in a touching way to change small games, "or change clothes? ”

Xie Yu watched him play for half a day, summing up somewhat of the irregular pattern: “Choose ugly. ”

He Dynasty asked: "Are you serious? ”

Xie Yu: “I think your aesthetics, if you play this game in reverse, may have unintended effects. ”

Apparently, it was just a bad word. The He Dynasty actually listened to it. He thought for a while and said, “Fuck, I think that's a good idea. ”

“ …… ”

“You have an idea. ”