"Hey, classmate Long Xing, why are you late again! Stand outside for 10 minutes before coming in!" As soon as he arrived at the door of the class, he was scolded by the teacher.
The students in the class who were watching indifferently made Long Xing's face burn even more. Being often late has become a common occurrence for Long Xing. There is too much work at home and he is too busy to go to school.
"Teacher, didn't the bell just finish ringing?" Long Xing tried to persuade the teacher to get in.
"You're the only one who's late every day, and you won't be able to remember if you stand still! If you don't want to go, just drop out and just stand outside!" the teacher ordered disdainfully.
There was a burst of sighs in the classroom, "This waste, late king, what else are you doing? Don't embarrass the class when the exam comes!" A harsh voice passed into Long Xing's ears.
The person who spoke was the overlord-level figure in the class, Yang Batian, who was three-quarters domineering and seven-quarters arrogant. He had yellow hair and looked like he was dominating.
In front of the whole class and the teacher, he said that Long Xing was a waste without any sense of violation. No one except Huang Mao Batian dared to say so.
The teacher's dissatisfaction made him even more convinced of Ba Tian's words. Long Xing stared at Batian's arrogant and domineering face and glared at him fiercely. No words. When Batian saw Long Xing's angry eyes, he became even more arrogant, "Why, if you are not convinced, you are a waste! The teacher has already said it, just stand outside honestly! Haha..."
Holding back the anger in his heart, Long Xing took a serious look at Huang Mao Batian's face. Through his clothes, he saw his crooked heart with a thin mist. He felt sick in his heart. This guy was so annoying.
Long Xing stood outside for a quarter of an hour before he was allowed to enter the classroom to listen to the class. A class passed by without knowing why. The teacher has just left the classroom. Huang Mao jumped up, walked to Long Xing's desk, slapped the tabletop, and said provocatively: "Trash, look at your unconvinced look, you are just a trash, the king of lateness! How about it? If you are not convinced, let's go out after school. Yo Yo. I’ll beat you until you’re convinced!”
"Oh oh..." There were cheers all around.
"You..." Long Xing's heart filled with anger.
Seeing Long Xing deflated, Huang Mao Yang Batian became even more proud, his disdainful eyes showing naked provocation.
"Okay, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Gritting his teeth, Long Xing's self-esteem was challenged to the limit.
"Trash, it's a deal. Don't sneak away. I've long disliked you. I must fix you today! Haha!" Huang Mao Batian smiled unscrupulously, and his cannibalistic expression was so awesome force.
Outside the school's backyard, Huang Mao Batian and several of his followers blocked the place early, fearing that Long Xing would slip away quietly.
Just as he turned around the corner of the school, he saw Huang Mao and others blocking him with a fierce aura. It would be a lie if he wasn't nervous or scared. Long Xing knew that he couldn't escape, but he felt uncomfortable being insulted. His strong self-esteem supported his courage, so he could only face him bravely. Long Xing rushed forward, thinking of punching Huang Mao first.
"Haha, you're very brave. Brothers, beat him up and make him scream. After that, I'll treat you to roasted sweet potatoes!" Huang Mao was strong and without saying a word, he led a few classmates and squeezed Long Xing into the corner, giving him a wild meal. beat.
Long Xing was in pain all over. He held his head and tried his best to resist. He couldn't bear the crowd and was beaten with bruises all over his body. Long Xing gritted his teeth and held back the severe pain and anger. Looking at the very proud and arrogant Huang Mao Batian and several classmates with strange and arrogant eyes around him, Long Xing knew that he could not defeat this rich second generation, so he could only feel sad. Some unwillingly held on to the wall and tried their best to escape from the encirclement.
He ran out of the school in despair, and the sarcastic taunts from behind came from far away. Long Xing's heart was bleeding with humiliation. In a daze, I insisted on rushing home. As soon as I reached the forest, I fainted next to a big tree. His consciousness gradually became blurry, and he didn't know how long he had been here before the little squirrel ran over and licked Long Xing's forehead. After seeing that there was no movement, he ran back to the cave and picked up a leaf, chewed it and fed it into Long Xing's mouth.
A trace of coolness penetrated the heart and lungs, and the whole body and limbs gradually became warmer. The vague consciousness became clearer and clearer, and a voice came into the consciousness: The floating clouds turned into snow, the four flavors turned into dust, welcome back to the Dragon Leaf Palace. As the mysterious voice of consciousness came, a large piece of knowledge about the Longmu royal family poured into Long Xing's mind. The ancient dragon wood dragon's nest, the method of identifying spiritual energy, the secret of gathering energy, tempering the body, and the art of observing trees to gather spirits...
These things seemed to be innately related to Long Xing, making Long Xing's eyesight even sharper, and his body also had a majestic and vigorous dragon energy, integrating into his body and slowly flowing through his limbs and bones.
The pain recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bones all over his body crackled. After the body was warmed by the airflow, it gradually became stronger. Long Xing felt warm and indescribably comfortable all over his body, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.
The cry of "chichi" woke up Long Xing. He opened his eyes and a furry little face was pressed against Long Xing. The little squirrel happily licked Long Xing's little face.
"Eh? What's wrong with me?" Suddenly he remembered the beating and hurriedly touched the pain on his body. He felt comfortable all over and didn't feel tired at all. And when I focused my eyes again, I felt different. The forest became clearer, and I could see every movement of the wind and grass carefully.
The little squirrel happily circled around Long Xing, as if asking for credit. At this moment, Long Xing remembered that the little squirrel seemed to have eaten something for him. Touching the little squirrel's fluffy tail gratefully, Long Xing came back to his senses. Pat the dead leaves on your body and play with the little squirrel.
