The nationally unified athletes' march came from the school radio, and the music rhythm was sonorous and powerful. The students in the school military band wore white gloves, and the ones at the front held batons in their hands. The students behind them held drums, trumpets, trombones, saxophones and other musical instruments, and strode forward one by one with their heads held high. Walk forward, accompaniment in unison.
This is a club that Lu Mingfei once dreamed of joining because they would have the opportunity to appear in front of all the girls in the school during any grand ceremony.
The thin boy changed into his school uniform and hurried to the class array.
"Lu Mingfei, you're late." Standing in front of the class queue, the middle-aged class teacher wearing gold-rimmed glasses glanced at him and then said coldly.
The boy nodded and bowed to explain, still unable to avoid the punishment of standing and listening to the teacher in the next class.
The principal was now standing in front of the rostrum, picked up the microphone and began his impassioned speech. The students of Shilan Middle School applauded in unison.
"Next, we invite senior Chu Zihang, a graduate of the 10th class, to give a speech to everyone. Chu Zihang has been ranked first in his grade in Shilan Middle School for three consecutive years. There is no doubt about his strength. This time he won the first place in the Ivy League in the United States. The prestigious school has also received a full scholarship in US dollars. Our school finally has the opportunity to have the time to invite such young talents to the school to impart some experience. Everyone must listen carefully and learn from Senior Chu." About that. Three minutes later, the somewhat balding middle-aged principal raised his hand and looked at the gold-plated, waterproof, fully automatic mechanical watch, and then began to introduce the outstanding graduates who were giving this speech, in another long speech.
But when the first name on the list appeared, there was an uproar among the students below.
The girls jumped up and covered their mouths one by one, their eyes full of excitement and anticipation. Most of the boys showed
"Why is it him again?"
"I want to die."
"I don't want to live in his shadow forever!" and other expressions of hesitation and sadness. Chu Zihang, dressed in white, walked up to the rostrum, took the microphone from the principal's hand expressionlessly, and walked to the center of the table.
The principal, who had always been serious and powerful in the students' minds, now stepped aside with a smile, his head held high, and he proudly looked at the students coming out of Shilan.
Lu Mingfei looked at the figure on the podium with great envy. To be honest, as long as they are boys in Shilan, there is no one who does not treat this almost perfect guy with envy, jealousy and hatred.
When Chu Zihang was still in high school, when the class was doing morning exercises in the drizzle, he would stand in the teaching building, dressed in white, and observe and record the situation of each class.
Even if the girls in the array just glance at him from a distance, they will show expressions of exclamation and joy.
When the students in the class were still wearing brands like Nike, Adidas, etc., Chu Zihang had already started to wear brands like Nike. He tied his Aquascutum scarf in a loose knot on his diesel jacket and walked through the school streets expressionlessly. , the girls who were watching praised him for his British style.
Lu Mingfei thought more than once, how great it would be if one day he could stand in front of the rostrum like Chu Zihang, imparting successful experience to the junior students, and accept their roaring applause.
But the Chu Zihang above obviously doesn't have as much inner drama as Lu Mingfei, and he doesn't understand where his envy comes from.
He simply introduced himself, and then listed his study plan for the three years of high school, each one of which was as precise as the mechanical gears in a Swiss clock.
Chu Zihang spoke very few words, and each sentence was enough to extract a lot of valuable information and experience. The top student's speeches were always enlightening, and many of the students below showed expressions of sudden enlightenment, followed by admiration.
"I hope the juniors and juniors will have a bright future. Come on, do your best for the college entrance examination!" Chu Zihang frowned slightly and read out his final speech following the manuscript from the Literature Department.
Lu Mingfei covered his face below. The end of this manuscript was written by Chen Wenwen, who asked him to write it, saying that graduating seniors might need it.
I didn't feel anything when I first wrote this sentence. But no matter what, some lines are different when spoken by different people. Coupled with Chu Zihang's handsome face, no matter how good the lines are, they can convey a different atmosphere.
The girls were applauding loudly, and the corners of their eyes seemed to be wet with crystal tears. They had all participated in Chu Zihang's support group and played cheerleaders in his basketball games.
After Chu Zihang went to study abroad, nearly half of the girls quit the cheerleading team that summer because of his further education.
For a time, the youth of all the girls in the school seemed to disappear with Chu Zihang, and they all studied hard.
Some crazy people even want to follow in his footsteps and study in the United States. They didn't expect that they could still see their idol after half a year. How could they not be excited now that there was a tall girl with a pretty face in the class who was also applauding softly, her beautiful eyes filled with longing and hope? expect.
Campus piano goddess, Liu Miaomiao. Chen Wenwen, the director of the Department of Literature, was also there, but she frowned slightly when Chu Zihang was reading the speech and glanced at the silly Lu Mingfei inadvertently.
Under a thick birch tree next to the crowd under the rostrum, a young man wearing a Mickey-colored windbreaker leaned against the tree and watched the speech on the stage with interest.
The principal of Shilan Middle School also invited Li Longyuan to give a speech, but he declined. After all, he transferred from the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and many students had never heard of him, so he was not convincing.
"It seems that you are very popular in school, senior brother!" During the break, Li Longyuan and Chu Zihang were walking in the corridor of the teaching building, and the handsome young man teased with raised eyebrows.
"I just studied here for three years and I know a lot of people, and a lot of people know me." The paralyzed Chu Zihang put his hands in his pockets and responded indifferently.
He doesn't think getting a lot of people's attention is something to be happy about. This scene was seen by many students looking out from the classroom. They were shining like a pair of twin stars, and they were the most influential figures in the entire Shilan Middle School.
Even though they have left Shilan now, they still receive widespread attention when they return.
"You're all back, why don't you go and see Class 7?" As he walked, Chu Zihang suddenly turned his head and glanced at Li Longyuan.
He was naturally talking about Class 7, Grade 3, the class Lu Mingfei was in.
"Pah!" The handsome boy opposite didn't respond. Instead, he opened the aluminum ring on the Coke can, pressed his hands on the railing, and drank the soda.
"Hi, Lu Mingfei." Li Longyuan, who was looking at the scenery, suddenly stretched out his hand and waved to the boy walking around the corner in the distance.
The thin boy with half-long hair that was a little messy and two dull hairs standing on top pointed at himself hesitantly, and then trotted over under the envious eyes of everyone.
This is the meeting of the century between the Great Demon King of Shilan and King Li of the Tang Dynasty! Where can ordinary people get the chance to participate?
If the title of The Three Musketeers of Shilan comes out tomorrow, Lu Mingfei will become completely popular. The boy obviously did not expect that Li Longyuan would see him so soon and call his name without any hesitation.
You must know that they have only met each other a few times. Compared to Lu Mingfei's doubts, Li Longyuan already knew a lot about him.
His parents may be students from Kassel College, and he currently lives with his uncle and aunt. He likes to play StarCraft, has a gentle and cowardly personality, and has average grades.
Apart from his gaming skills, his performance is the same as that of a normal high school student. But it was this that made Li Longyuan curious about him.
Even before awakening the Golden Eyes, hybrids can still show power beyond ordinary people. Either Lu Mingfei is like Fingel, a useless fighter with genetic mutation, or he is an evil dragon trapped in shackles. Only by breaking the things that imprison his power can this dragon flap its wings and fly.
"Classmate Li." Lu Mingfei walked forward excitedly and greeted them slightly nervously.
Although both of them behaved very gently, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him from the windows, like rays of light on their backs.
"Senior Brother Chu." Compared to Li Longyuan, who was at the same level, Lu Mingfei was more respectful to Chu Zihang, who was one year older than him, barely even bowing deeply.
Chu Zihang just nodded silently in response, showing an expression of reminiscence. He remembered Lu Mingfei. Every day before going to bed, Chu Zihang would recall that rainy evening and play the entire scene on a loop countless times like a projector film.
Chu Zihang originally wanted to stop Lu Mingfei and give him a ride in the man's car, but the boy was like a lonely little beast. Before he could say hello, he disappeared into the night under the pouring rain.
Then, the two W's overlapped to form a mountain shape, and the black Maybach with a shark-mouth air intake grille opened under the heavy rain.
In front of the man who was the driver, he showed off this top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz with voiceprint charges, which only recorded three people's permissions.
Then, there are the hordes of Deadpool Legions, their golden eyes are burning brightly with flames, their bodies are ferocious and strange in shape, but they are all full of power.
Their faces are pale and weak, but each face seems to hide too many past events. When the storm was at its most violent, thunder and lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the eight-legged horse kicking on the asphalt ground. A man wearing dark gold armor and a dark blue cloak was holding a slender and twisted spear to control the horse. He walked slowly towards them, with a golden pupil shining on his masked face, lighting up the surroundings like a golden gas lamp.
Later, Chu Zihang looked it up in "Norse Mythology" and found out that it was a spear Kungunir made from the branches of the world, and the name meant "penetration".
Known as
"Once thrown, it will definitely hit the target." The spear pierced the sky like lightning shattering the darkness and falling to the earth like a meteor, swift and powerful.
The man resisted desperately on the viaduct, holding the sacred sword Murasame to show off his power. This was also the first time Chu Zihang saw this useless man showing his fierce nature like a lion.
This ordinary and cowardly man who likes to eat braised large intestines and spicy hotpot, who likes to brag with his colleagues, who has no say in the family and who would run eight streets to buy back the things his wife likes just because of her words, is now like a god. As brave as a descendant.
Maybe it's because he is a wolf in sheep's clothing, or maybe the man doesn't allow any Deadpool to get close to the Maybach, nor does he allow any monsters to harm the people in the car.
There was a strong smell of blood almost everywhere. Countless deadpools rushed up and were cut down by the man with a knife, but there were still overwhelming monsters with golden eyes rushing forward.
They are densely packed in all directions, like the tide.
"Run!" the man roared, putting the slender Murasame into the dark scabbard and throwing it into the Maybach. His eyes lit up with a brilliant golden color, like a blazing flame that was swelling and boiling!
At that moment, he knew that the three people with the authority to accuse the Maybach's voiceprint were the boss, a man, and himself.
The voiceprint charge was activated, and the high-power turbine engine was running to drive the four wheels to rotate violently. The boy turned the steering wheel and rushed forward on the viaduct like crazy. No matter what monsters he saw rushing towards him, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and slammed into them. .
He was so scared that he didn't even dare to take one last look at the man in the rearview mirror. Later, he miraculously escaped from the viaduct and survived, but he could never find the man again and could never enter the viaduct again.
It turns out that some mistakes caused by cowardice and incompetence require a lifetime of guilt to make up for.
"Senior Brother Chu?" The young man's clear voice seemed to ring in his ears, and Chu Zihang came back to his senses slightly. It turned out to be Li Yongyuan calling him softly.
"You guys know each other too?" The handsome young man pointed at Lu Mingfei and then at Chu Zihang. He could see the distracted expression of his senior brother just now.
"Um...Senior Brother Chu has always been a role model for us to learn from." Lu Mingfei scratched his head nervously. Of course he knew Chu Zihang.
And as early as in junior high school, he knew that Liu Miaomiao in the class had a crush on this senior brother Chu. It just prevents people from having an impression of an extremely ordinary person like me in a crowd of people.
Just like everything in the world is baptized by the sun, it is impossible for the sun to know all kinds of creatures in the world.
Accompanying it are all kinds of bright and extraordinary stars.
"Okay, in that case, I'll set up a game and let the three of us communicate well." Li Longyuan patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder with great satisfaction and pulled him away with the boy's confused eyes.
Chu Zihang's eyes were also filled with doubts. But a look from the young man made him put his worries aside. Li Yongyuan would not do anything illogical.
Well, probably not.
"Teacher Wu!" Li Longyuan led Lu Mingfei and knocked on the office door.
"Oh, rare visitor, rare visitor!" The middle-aged man who was holding a large white steel and porcelain water cup and blowing hot tea put down the cup. His silver-white Casio business watch was covered by his fallen sleeves and he looked out the door in surprise.
He even smiled a little at Lu Mingfei beside him.
"I have a small matter to ask Classmate Lu for help. Can you grant him a half-day leave?" Li Longyuan got straight to the point. This man wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and gold-rimmed glasses was the class teacher of the senior class who had taught Li Longyuan before.
"This..." The man showed a slightly embarrassed expression.
"We still have to see what Lu Mingfei wants." It is quite troublesome to approve leave for senior high school students, and the man did not want to refuse Li Longyuan's request, so he simply kicked the ball to Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei nodded naturally. The next class was Chinese, and it was also the class where he was most likely to fall asleep.
Moreover, he was punished for being late and was punished by standing for lectures.
"Mingfei, you should study more with classmate Li, and ask more questions, read more, and think more." Finally, the man put on the airs of the class teacher and encouraged Lu Mingfei.
Although the focus of his work was not on boys. Lu Mingfei nodded and bowed to say goodbye. Chu Zihang and Li Longyuan sandwiched him on the left and right, looking like the Three Musketeers.
The students in the window looked at the three of them leaving and looked at each other. What kind of situation is this?
Sheep mixed in with lions?
