In the corridor outside the classroom of Class 7, Grade 3.

Teacher Jiang looked solemn and sighed: "Han Dong, you are a good child. Yes, you are a very good child. But there are still ninety-five days left for the college entrance examination. It is not worth it for you to vent your anger for the teacher.

"

Han Dong said politely: "Actually, it's also my own psychological problem."

Teacher Jiang said sternly: "Classmate Han Dong, thank you, teacher... But this may affect your college entrance examination, and violence is not an appropriate way to solve the problem. Okay, don't talk about it. This matter, I

Go and communicate with your class teacher and grade director, and try to suppress the impact."

Say it.

He patted Han Dong on the shoulder, his eyes full of relief, and whispered: "Go back and study hard. By the way, remember to make it clear to Gao Yang and don't take responsibility for yourself."

"kindness."

Han Dong pursed his lips and returned to the classroom first. The slightly noisy classroom suddenly turned quiet, and all the students were looking at Han Dong.

…

During get out of class time.

In the second to last row in the classroom, Han Dong sat next to Gao Yang.

On the desk, there were messy papers, books, extracurricular books... Gao Yang's boy at the same table had already walked out of the classroom in silence, for fear of disturbing Han Dong.

"High."

Han Dong said solemnly: "In the last martial arts theory class... I was a little tempered and I beat you regardless of severity. This was my mistake."

Gao Yang trembled all over and remained silent.

"Teacher Jiang also advised me that violence is not the way to solve problems." Han Dong said seriously, correcting his mistakes when he knows they are wrong is the moral character he should adhere to. As he spoke, he picked up a delicate pen placed on the table: "

Actually, I think what Teacher Jiang said is right."

Click!

The delicate pen was broken instantly and split into two, neatly.

Tsk.

The blue and black pen ink splashed on the test paper on the table looked like water stains on the picture scroll, which was quite eye-catching.

Han Dong stared at the stained test paper on the table, slowly took out the crumpled tissue paper in his pocket, and gently wiped the ink-stained paper, as if he was wiping a valuable antique. He whispered: "Classmate Gao Yang, what do you think?

Woolen cloth?"

"..."

Gao Yang glanced at the blue and black ink on the table, then looked at the broken ends of the pen, and his body suddenly trembled.

"Classmate Han Dong, you are right. We are all classmates. There is no grudge. The last class was just a misunderstanding." He decided to forgive his classmates. After all, everyone in the class was in a bad mood.

when.

Han Dong nodded: "How are the scratches on your face?"

Gao Yang forced out a smile and whispered: "It's just a small scratch, it's okay. It will be fine the next day if you sleep."

Han Dong put down the pen that was broken in half and sighed: "I will try my best to correct my wrong temper. I hope you won't take it to heart."

Say it.

He stood up, left his seat, and returned to his seat.

On the seat in the second-to-last row, Gao Yang slowly raised his right hand, trembling slightly, and picked up the pen that had broken into two halves.

clear and distinct.

The internal structure of this pen is almost normal, with only the fracture showing uneven sharpness.

…

In the classroom, in the third row by the window.

Han Dongmian held the application form on the table and nodded secretly: "Now that I have Principal Yu's signature, I can go to the senior grade director and ask him to add me to the list of martial arts students."

"As for martial arts practice..."

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to the fitness activity building with Sun Hui and the others to start practicing martial arts. But Sun Hui once mentioned that Mr. Ning's temper is not very good. What if Mr. Ning is dissatisfied because of my joining midway...

Well, it shouldn't be the case."

Han Dong turned the black carbon pen unconsciously.

He currently urgently needs to determine what level his martial arts level has reached. In addition, he is practicing pile skills, looking for gray air flow, and improving his martial arts level as soon as possible.

"kindness?"

Han Dong looked at his deskmate Gu Yuanliang on the right and asked doubtfully: "Why do you always look at me? Hey, why do you look so ugly?"

Gudong.

Gu Yuanliang forced a smile and said: "Same tablemate... I want to go to the toilet."

Han Dong said strangely: "Then you go."

Gu Yuanliang smiled and stood up slowly. He was really shocked by Han Dong's behavior in the last class... He never expected that his friendly deskmate who had been at the same table with him for more than a year could be so aggressive!

Han Dong also stood up to make room for Gu Yuanliang.

Xu Churan, who was sitting at the back table, unconsciously wiped her pink fingernails, lowered her head, and her beautiful face showed a trace of anxiety, as if she was afraid that Han Dong would notice her.

after awhile.

Han Dong sat in his seat, tidying up the desktop, and his mind was full of thoughts on how to continue looking for new gray airflow.

At this time, a lonely girl was sitting in the front row. She raised her clear eyes and looked back at Han Dong. Although she was bare-faced, her face was still clear, and she had a rather elegant and refined charm. Compared with other high school girls

, her face is really fair and tender.

She was the girl who was anxious about Teacher Jiang just now and exclaimed because of Han Dong.

"Han Dong."

She walked up to Han Dong and said softly: "It's our team's turn to be on duty today... You, you left early last week."

Han Dong raised his head and smiled: "Okay, I won't forget it today."

When she saw Han Dong smiling, the girl seemed relieved and said, "Yeah, I'm just reminding you in case you forget again." After saying that, she turned and left.

Han Dong watched her leave and suddenly sighed.

This is Li Ziwei, the girl he had a crush on for three years in high school, and a profound memory of his youthful years.

Looking back on the high school days, not only Han Dong himself, but also male classmates from other classes often took secret glances at Li Ziwei. Not only because of Li Ziwei's pure beauty, but also because of Li Ziwei's elegant ladylike temperament and the bonus of excellent grades.

pity.

Time has passed, and in his previous life, he had already found the lover he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and it was not Li Ziwei.

Li Ziwei, who had just taken two steps, naturally heard Han Dong sigh. She paused, then sped up and returned to the seat in the first row.

…

During evening self-study period.

Han Dong closed his political book, took the application signed by the principal, walked out of the classroom, walked along the corridor to the end, and came to a light yellow door marked the office of the 'Age Director'.

Dong Dong.

Han Dong knocked lightly on the door.

A deep voice came from inside: "Come in!"

Han Dong pushed the door open and walked in. What came into view was a medium-sized office with messy test papers scattered around. A man in cotton-padded clothes was looking down at a book. When he saw Han Dong wearing

Wearing a blue and white school uniform, I couldn't help but frown and said, "Which class are you in?"

This is the director of the third grade of high school, Jiang Gang.

Han Dong said continuously: "Hello, director, I'm here to apply to become a martial arts student..."

"I asked you which class you are in." Jiang Gang raised his eyelids and interrupted Han Dong. He casually put down the book in his hand. The cover had colorful patterns and seemed to be a magazine.

"Grade 3, Class 7."

Han Dongdao.

Jiang Gang nodded, tapped the table with his left palm, and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing here? Why don't you go back and have a good class."

Han Dong's face was calm: "Director Jiang, I'm here to apply to become a martial arts student."

He had already expected that the grade director named Jiang Gang was arbitrary and arbitrary. If he went to Jiang Gang directly to apply, it would probably have a great impact, even to the point of 'finding parents'.

"What nonsense." Jiang Gang patted the table and frowned: "If you don't study hard, what are you thinking about? And you turned into a martial arts student. Do you think the school is your home? You can have fun as you want?"

Snapped.

Jiang Gang pressed his left palm on the desk and held a magazine in his right hand. He said casually: "You go back and go to class first. I have to ask your class teacher Li Ming carefully about this matter. Besides, it is basically impossible to become a martial arts student now."

, it’s very difficult, after all, the school also has rules and regulations.”
To be continued...