There are about four floors of Xuezhi Building in Jiangnan School.

There are no fixed classrooms in the university class. There are rows of classrooms in the building, whether in class or in class, and if some students are studying for themselves, they naturally have to seize a classroom in advance if they want to hold a class meeting.

This classroom is located on the second floor of Xuezhi Building.

"Ahem."

A dark-faced boy wiped the blackboard twice and covered his mouth and coughed.

He wore white short-sleeved and silver-framed glasses, occupied the classroom early, and wrote handwriting for class meetings on the blackboard to avoid self-study students who accidentally entered the classroom.

Pick.

The sound of footsteps came from the door. Two or three girls held books and looked at the classroom on tiptoe, and then continued to search for the study room with a little disappointment.

After a while.

Four or five classmates from the class entered the classroom one after another.

Immediately afterwards, the number of people increased, and the empty classroom became a little noisy. The seats were gradually filled with students with different expressions. Some chatted about school affairs with each other, while others played with their mobile phones casually.

During the three or four days after school started, I became more familiar with it.

Basically, more extroverted students will take the initiative to meet classmates in the class, and even students who have not met actively have met their roommates and classmates due to the distribution system of the same class and dormitory.

"Have you heard that the martial arts student Lin Zekai is from our class."

"Wow, is it true? The martial arts student who was admitted to school the day before yesterday, I went to the scene to cheer him on. Lin Zekai is quite handsome."

The two girls' eyes seemed to be lit and they were talking excitedly.

In the classroom, three or four boys sitting behind them looked at each other, curled their lips, and ignored them. One of the boys asked in a low voice: "It is said that in the afternoon of the day before yesterday, there was a slight tremor around the physical building."

The other boys shrugged and said nothing.

Obviously they don’t believe in any micro earthquakes, even if there are some posts discussing this matter in the school forum... Because with the geographical location of Jiangnan City, it is impossible to have an earthquake.

After a while.

Xu Jiawei and Zhang Meng walked into the classroom one by one.

Although the classroom was still noisy, it was a little lighter. Xu Jiawei's beauty was too dazzling. She had a light red 700-quarter sleeve dress and a light-makeup face, like a charming and dazzling flower.

Even Zhang Meng was a little inconspicuous.

The front row was full, so the two of them simply sat in the back row.

"Your style is so conspicuous." Zhang Meng covered her mouth and laughed, pulling Xu Jiawei's seven-point cuffs: "I don't feel like I need to look at it anymore. You must be the recognized class flower in our Class 3."

"Not as exaggerated as you said." Xu Jiawei's eyes were turned on Zhang Meng.

She dared not take the title of class beauty.

This is something that boys only discuss. If they say this in the dormitory, there will definitely be other girls who are not happy... Besides, the title of class beauty is too cliché and has basically become a title for online jokes.

but,

Xu Jiawei is quite interested in the school belle.

In the past one or two years, many college girls have gained a hot reputation overnight through their reputation as school beauties, and some have even become internet celebrities and become celebrities.

At the same time, more and more students in the classroom were added.

Pick.

Pick.

Two steady footsteps came from outside the door, and Han Dong and Lin Zekai walked into the full classroom one after another.

"Hello, Zhang Meng."

Han Dong glanced at the classroom and walked directly to the last row where Zhang Meng and Xu Jiawei were sitting, and sat down across the aisle with Zhang Meng.

Xu Jiawei's clothes are bright and eye-catching.

He glanced at Zhang Meng. She was not wearing a skirt, but a pair of slim jeans and a white T-shirt. A small cartoon pattern was outlined on her chest, which set off the curve of her chest that was gradually getting bigger and bigger, giving people a delicate and lively atmosphere.

"Han, Han Dong." Zhang Meng said dazedly.

After two or three seconds of being stunned, after Lin Zekai sat next to Han Dong, Zhang Meng helped Qingxiu's forehead, angry and funny, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

She didn't know whether it was a shock or a surprise.

Xu Jiawei's beautiful eyes flashed on the other side, and she greeted Lin Zekai through Zhang Meng and Han Dong. Lin Zekai also smiled and nodded her head.

"Okay, no wonder you dress like this..." Zhang Meng blinked blankly, and suddenly looked at Xu Jiawei with great enlightenment.

"Sound down." Xu Jiawei said repeatedly.

"Yeah." Zhang Meng looked at his roommate, glanced at Han Dong, who was sitting upright, and simply looked up at the blackboard. The squad leader's election was about to begin.

Side.

Han Dong stroked his cell phone twice, with a smile on his lips. Lin Qingmei and Aunt Lin had just sent him a text message, inviting him to visit.

"Aunt Lin helped me a lot at the beginning."

"If there were no those most critical gray-white airflows, I would not be able to reach the third grade level and would not be able to get into the Jiangnan Academy... And if there were no third grade, whether the real grade could be detected by the master is still a matter of two things."

As he thought about it, he replied.

It was already afternoon, and I had to practice painting mountain stakes later. I might as well wait until tomorrow morning to visit Aunt Lin, so as not to be too hasty.

In just two or three messages, Han Dong and Lin Qingmei determined the time.

"Um."

"Let's go with Senior Sister Jiang Ling tomorrow... I've had a lot of things these two days, and I almost forgot that there is another senior sister I already know." He shook his head, searched through the WeChat address book, and finally found Jiang Ling who had not given a note last time.

Jiang Ling is Aunt Lin’s daughter.

As for Aunt Lin’s other son, Han Dong has never seen him yet.

After a moment, the class monitor election began... The dark boy who had occupied the classroom earlier started competing with a boy who was very eloquent but had just arrived for a while.

"Who to choose?" Han Dong hesitated a little.

"I think this black classmate is good. He sent a book in the class for two days and helped move to the dormitory of boys and girls. He was quite enthusiastic... Another person is a bit unrealistic and said that the group villa autumn outing is too utilitarian." Lin Zekai put forward his own opinions.

Black classmate?

Han Dong was happy for a moment. I guess this classmate didn't know that he had been given a rather funny nickname.

"Okay, then choose black classmate." He whispered.

Don’t do to others what you do not want others to do to you. Han Dong’s voice is very gentle and he doesn’t want to use this nickname to speak.

"Okay, then I'm the same as you." Lin Zekai said with a quick smile.

Anyway, they are martial arts students, so it’s almost the same for anyone to be the squad leader, and they can’t be controlled.

As for Xu Jiawei, she chose another classmate who was very talkative, and then helped Zhang Meng reasonably make the same choice.

She just felt that

Choose whoever you like.

Soon, two or three enthusiastic classmates calculated the voting results. The dark-skinned boy who arranged the class in advance was more than ten votes and was not selected.

He barely smiled and sat quietly in his seat.

Obviously, this class leader election mainly relies on the first impression of the students.

The last row.

Han Dong leaned on the back of the chair, observing the expressions of each student, and finally his eyes fell on the side face of the black student, with loneliness and embarrassment, unwillingness and disappointment.

KAKA.

After moving his wrists, his muscles and bones were brittle and loud. Han Dong understood a little... There is no fairness in this world.

This is true for the class, society, and the martial arts world.

If he was not a top-notch person and had no strong force, would Yan Cangtu take the initiative to seek reconciliation with him? It is obviously impossible.

Suddenly.

A young man holding a book appeared by the window of the classroom aisle, wearing a gray sportswear, wide shoulders, and looked relatively strong. He looked at Han Dong with a smile and stood outside.

It seems as if waiting quietly.

Lin Zekai observed in surprise and whispered: "Han Dong, the one outside the door is Tang Yuehan, a martial arts student who has just entered the senior year. It is said that he is already in the martial arts realm and is also the leader of the martial arts student in our Jiangnan Academy."

"Tang Yuehan?" Han Dong raised his eyebrows.

I don't know each other, maybe I came to find other classmates.

"I think he is here to find you specifically. The martial arts student sorting battle will start in three months. In the past two days, Tang Yuehan has been leading other martial arts students to practice." Lin Zekai's voice was relatively slight.

Ordinary people can't hear clearly.

But Han Dong was very clear-headed, and pointed his head, indicating that he knew.

It was not good to leave halfway through the first class meeting after school. Besides, Tang Yuehan, who was standing outside, didn't knock on the door to look for him.
To be continued...