When he walked out of the toilet, Lao Xu stood outside in the snow waiting for him.

"How about you find him another seat." Gu Fei pulled his collar.

"Don't want to be at the same table with him? Or don't want to have a deskmate?" Old Xu looked at him, "Gu Fei, you are always so incompatible."

"Don't analyze me," said Gu Fei, "it's been analyzing once every two years and hasn't been correct."

"Let's get some more workouts. It's just the first day," Old Xu smiled, "This Jiang Cheng... his academic performance is really good. Can you be affected by some good things even if you are at the same table with him?"

Good grades? Good impact?

Gu Fei recalled Jiang Cheng who had just been playing with his mobile phone for a whole class while lying down and playing, and was not very acceptable to Lao Xu's conclusion that he had "good grades".

"It's time to go to class." Gu Fei said.

"Go back to the classroom," said Lao Xu, "get it in and out again."

When Gu Fei returned to the classroom, he met Wang Xu at the stairs on the third floor. Wang Xu handed him a bottle of milk tea.

"Thank you." Gu Fei took the milk tea and entered the classroom.

Today's second section is English. The English teacher is angry and has a loud voice. Although he has no prestige among students like Lao Xu, he can't stand him and can curse people. He has many tricks and is not the same for half an hour. He has also fought with students and is brave enough to fight against everything. He will never retreat. Therefore, there is nothing particularly hot about everyone. He usually doesn't provoke him. After the bell rings, he goes into the classroom.

The table was cleaned up, but it shouldn't be Jiang Cheng alone. When Gu Fei came over, he happened to see Yi Jing taking the rag and walking away.

"Thank you." Gu Fei said.

"Nothing," Yi Jing clamped her hair and smiled, "I'm on duty today."

Gu Fei sat back in his seat and looked at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng sat calmly, leaning against the chair and looking at the blackboard.

He took out his phone and prepared to find out the movie he hadn't finished watching before to continue watching.

As soon as he clicked on the video, Jiang Cheng suddenly stood up.

And he also picked up the chair, and the other one held a long broom in his hand.

Gu Fei was stunned for a moment, and then quickly looked at Wang Xu. Wang Xu had just sat down and was talking to his deskmate while having fun.

He frowned, is he going to do it directly?

This person is named Wang Xu. In addition to Gu Fei, this is the second name Jiang Cheng wrote down in this class.

Wang Xu's seat was separated from his seat. The tables and chairs in the classroom were arranged very closely. If you had to carry an iron chair to Wang Xu, you had to go around the podium, which was a bit troublesome.

So he put down the chair and said to the two people at the table next to him: "Let's go."

The two of them looked at him for some reason, but they stood up and let him squeeze through from behind.

After passing by, he dragged one of the people's chair out.

"Hey! What are you doing?" the man shouted.

Jiang Cheng turned around and looked at him. The man glared at him for two seconds and didn't say anything again.

The whole class looked over, and Wang Xu also understood that this was coming for him, and stood up arrogantly: "Oh, do you want to open a candle for me? Come on, the academic master will open your eyes to everyone..."

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, put the chair next to his seat with a clang, then slowly took a few steps back, raised his hand holding the long broom, and flew towards the ceiling like a javelin, and poked it accurately on the ceiling above Wang Xu's head.

Wang Xu had already reacted when Jiang Cheng raised his hand, but when he turned around and wanted to leave the seat, he was blocked by the chair he placed beside his legs. When he wanted to kick the chair away, the broom and a large piece of wall had already smashed down.

My head and the table suddenly rose up in white and gray.

After a brief silence in the class, there was a burst of screams and laughter, and some people stomped their feet and slapped the table, and there was a sudden chaos.

"I **!" Wang Xu roared, kicked the chair and rushed out.

Jiang Cheng didn't hide, and stood there waiting for him to come. He didn't need to aim at the door, and he could blow blood from his nose with just one punch.

"What are you doing!" A roar suddenly came from the door of the classroom.

This roar was probably the most shocking roar Jiang Cheng had ever heard in his life. It was so energetic that it reached the sky, so scared that he almost rushed towards Wang Xu.

"Whatever you do!" A middle-aged male teacher rushed over with a whip, and the whip pointed at Jiang Cheng first, "Which class is from you! What are you here to do!"

Before Jiang Cheng could answer, his teaching stick poked Wang Xu's face again: "You! You have a creaking ear, right? You can't hear it when the class bell rings, right? Are you deaf? Can you hear it clearly now? Can you! Can you! Can you!"

Then he didn't wait for Wang Xu to speak, and the coach pointed at the people around him: "We're all waiting to watch the show, right? How about I'll perform for you! Give me a clapper! Come on!"

After the yelling, the people in the class became quiet. Wang Xu stared at him without any intention of rushing over. Jiang Cheng looked up at the ceiling with some concern. He always felt that the teacher yelled again and the entire ceiling would collapse.

"Get back to your seat!" The teacher shouted again, "Who is waiting for you to lift you! Who will remove the door panel, how about I lift you!"

There were low laughter and complaints in the classroom, and Jiang Cheng turned around and prepared to return to his seat.

"You!" the teacher stopped him, "Which class is from you?"

I don’t know who said “a new student who has transferred”.

The teacher stared at him in surprise and looked up and down for a long time: "Go back and sit down! Who will carry you?"

Jiang Cheng was so angry that he couldn't get together after being yelled. He glanced at him and turned back to sit down.

"Class!" The teacher slapped the teaching stick in his hand on the podium, "Rning."

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment. He almost couldn't help but laugh at this English sentence with an accent.

After the teacher started class, the person who was arching the table in front of him arched back again, but this time he turned his head and called Jiang Cheng: "Hey, you are so awesome, you just messed with Wang Xu casually."

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything.

"Get out." Gu Fei said next to him.

"Fuck?" the man whispered, "I didn't tell you again, are you used to reading this sentence? "

"Yes." Gu Fei put his phone on the table.

"You will have trouble," the man turned around and looked at the teacher on the podium, then turned to Jiang Cheng with a serious look on his face, "Wang Xu must have been with you. You know that our school has a back door..."

"What's your name?" Jiang Cheng interrupted him.

"Zhou Jing." He said.

"Thank you," Jiang Cheng said, pointing at his chair again, "Stop hitting the table."

"...Oh." Zhou Jing was stunned for a while and nodded.

Jiang Cheng opened the book and stared at it.

Zhou Jing turned his face and froze for a while before turning back.

Jiang Cheng felt that the beginning of this new semester was really wonderful, and it was a pity that he did not have the habit of writing a diary.

He doesn't care whether Wang Xu will be with him forever. He just feels very depressed now. The circle of friends, the selfie full of family warm because of his disappearance, suddenly felt like he was completely weightless.

Of course, it is logical that the person he doesn't care about doesn't care about him.

But it's still blocked.

He stared at the textbook, smelling the faint smell of milk from the smell of paper and ink, and suddenly felt a little hungry, and then he remembered that he had not eaten breakfast in the morning.

He turned his head and saw Gu Fei, who was peeling milk candy while watching the video.

Gu Fei looked at him, paused, reached out to his pocket and took out, took out a candy and put it on his book, and then returned to the screen of his phone.

Jiang Cheng looked at the candy in the book and felt a little confused, but the smell of milk candy floating from Gu Fei made his stomach roar.

After hesitating for two minutes, he picked up the candy and peeled it.

...It's not milk candy!

It's a fruit candy!

He couldn't control himself, turned his head and looked at Gu Fei again.

Gu Fei glanced at the fruit candy in his hand, lowered his head and grabbed it in his pocket, and directly put a handful of candy on the table. There were more than a dozen pieces of packaging and flavors.
Chapter completed!