Another vein popped up on Chen Feng's forehead.
But looking at Zheng Yang who looked like he was thinking about himself, I wanted to beat him up.
But I was afraid of losing face after being beaten.
After all, it's not okay for me as a teacher to beat up my students.
It’s better to beat up Kong Lang first.
Kong Lang is the instructor who just called Chen Feng at the door, "I'll fuck you to death."
Think about it.
Chen Feng said: "There are no classes today. You can visit the school."
"Remember to come to the fighting class tomorrow morning. I will add you to the group schedule later."
"Of course, if you have nothing to do, you can come and watch the teacher beat the dog on the fighting platform."
After leaving these hasty words, Chen Feng rushed out of the classroom.
Everyone in the class: "......"
Is this the simple and polite folk custom that is appreciated by the outside world?
Love it, love it...
Zheng Yang's eyes lit up. He was overkill and needed this kind of "simple" school to heal his soul.
The instructor who was walking with Kong Lang just now looked at Chen Feng's running back under the clear sunlight shining through the window.
Pretending to wipe away tears secretly.
But the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Kong Lang had to be beaten again. Sorry, sorry Kong Lang, couldn't hold it back.
Ha ha ha ha.......
Suddenly, the instructor raised his hands and palms in front of his mouth, making a trumpet shape and shouted at Chen Feng's back: "Kong Lang, go down the stairs on the left!"
Chen Feng, who was originally heading towards the stairs on the right, stopped and jumped towards the stairs on the left.
After crossing the metal railing, Chen Feng quickly climbed over the railing and went downstairs.
But Kong Lang seemed to be running faster.
But no matter how fast.
I still have to go back to school.
Chen Feng just needs to find a place to catch him.
Kong Lang just wanted to die...
After Chen Feng left, the atmosphere in the classroom gradually became anxious.
It was a little quiet for a while.
No one left their seats.
After a while.
Slowly, some people looked at Zheng Yang.
Zheng Yang thought for a while and organized his words.
Then he stood up directly, walked to the podium, put his hands on the podium, and leaned forward: "This morning is boring anyway, Li Yiru, stand up."
Li Yiru looked confused, but stood up anyway.
I saw him shaking the folding fan in his hand and saying innocently: "Brother Zheng, if you want to attract hatred, don't pull me."
Zheng Yang raised his eyebrows, and his masculine and handsome cheeks gained a hint of scorn because of this small movement.
Handsome.
In the eyes of adolescent girls, they are always NO.1
It aroused a little affection in the hearts of one or two female classmates in the class.
However, that good feeling was quickly shattered.
"Okay, everyone here now counts one by one,"
Everyone was a little curious as to what arrogant fart this guy was going to do again.
"It's all rubbish."
"If you don't agree, you can come to me on the fighting platform and ask for advice~"
The arrogance of words.
This made everyone in the class immediately angry.
"Why am I so arrogant?"
"I can't help it anymore."
"Who here is not a talented person, who can withstand such lewd ridicule?"
The words just came out.
Discussions broke out all around.
Li Yiru opened his mouth slightly.
Where has the humble and easy-going Brother Zheng gone this morning? ? ?
Are you going to start a group to ridicule now that school starts...
Brother Zheng, what are you trying to do...
"Brother Zheng, why are you doing this?"
Li Yiru still couldn't help but ask.
Zheng Yang chuckled and did not answer.
Just when Li Yiru wanted to talk again,
"Boy, I advise you not to be too arrogant. It won't look good when you get beaten up by me on the stage until your nose is black and your face is swollen..."
A muscular man stood up and declared a challenge.
Zheng Yang put his hands in his pockets. At this moment, he
The upper body is wearing a loose black work jacket with a high collar style and the zipper has been pulled to the top.
The lower body is a simple black and blue work style shorts.
Not to mention, this handsome-looking group is very different from the general style of clothing in the future world of 2731.
Somehow, Zheng Yang flipped his hand, as if by magic.
Conjured up a peaked cap, put on the hat.
Pull down the brim of your hat.
"If you are not convinced, come to the fighting platform to try your luck?"
"If you have any friends, you can come to me."
"I, the man who everyone calls Tyson his mentor after seeing him, was bored on the fighting stage this morning and taught free of charge to the courageous trash who dared to take the stage."
After leaving these words, Zheng Yang slowly walked out of the classroom.
He happened to face the instructor who had just walked with Kong Lang.
The instructor heard what Zheng Yang said just now and raised his eyebrows.
Yo ho?
Does this new student have the arrogance of Kong Lang back then?
The instructor looked at the class again and the anger was almost boiling over.
I was happy in my heart: If you are a young person, you are always so impetuous when you first come to this place~
One or two sentences can resolve the situation.
Zheng Yang, who was only focusing on being cool, looked at the instructor in front of him who almost had a slap in the face just now, and laughed and said: "Good instructor~"
The instructor said happily: "Young man, are you looking for death like this just after school started?"
Zheng Yang: "?? Why are you seeking death?"
The instructor pointed behind Zheng Yang: "They are all geniuses from all over the border star region. Are you sure you are so arrogant now?"
"You won't get beaten later?"
Zheng Yang just narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head and smiled: "No, no, how many students can beat me?"
The instructor felt the evil spirit emitted by Zheng Yang when he squinted his eyes, and felt a little interesting. He asked with a smile: "So confident?"
"That's how confident he is."
The instructor clapped his hands: "Good boy, what time will you start the fight?"
"Let's do it now. Go up to the fighting platform."
The instructor was anxious: "Wait a minute, I'm going to buy a bag of melon seeds now."
Zheng Yang: "......"
Watching the unknown mentor running in the early morning sun.
Zheng Yang couldn't help shouting: "Teacher!"
"What's going on?!"
"Bring me the watermelon quickly, and I'll transfer the money to you later!"
"Oh!"
.............
Within the class.
Li Yiru stood and felt the solemn atmosphere around him.
Feeling uncomfortable all over.
He quickly and secretly opened his legs and ran.
As Li Yiru moved around, everyone in the class came to their senses instantly.
"Your mother sells batches every day! Are you so arrogant?"
"Brothers are rushing to TM!"
"I can't bear it. Who knows where the fighting platform that pretender is talking about is?"
"I know! Everyone, come with me and beat up that bastard!"
"Walk!"
"Let's go!" x3
Five or six people followed the one who knew the way. The others who were calm and steady also chose to follow the big group, young man~
There was a fight, but it was legal and compliant.
Who would be happy to see it?
The academy where Zheng Yang is located is the saluting combat academy.
Among those who can be admitted to the "Qingbei" Salute Combat Academy, which one is more fuel-efficient?
These teenagers.
The most rubbish person can pick four strong adults by himself.
Achieved and young.
The mood is definitely hot.
Being ridiculed in their professional field, this group of young people who had just bowed must not be able to bear it.
There are three types of people who are admitted to salute.
One is people like Zheng Yang who have the ability to be forced in by their superiors.
There is a rule in the ceremony that is not obvious: the person who comes in cannot be a waste.
There were times when high-level officials wanted to use their authority to conceive a son for gilding.
I saluted and agreed, but...
Later, it was said that the son of the senior executive couldn't bear it on his own, and the people around him were all geniuses like monsters.
I feel like my own waste all the time.
In addition, when he wanted to use his family background to become a gangster on campus, he would always be beaten with a sack while walking in the middle of the night.
The senior executive's son applied to drop out of school.
Later, there were also a few people who did not believe in evil. Anyway, they bowed to the president of the university and did not refuse.
A few young people with good toughness but average talent were stuffed in.
But no one was spared.
seem.....
If you are not a monster, you will not be able to enter and salute.
