In the corridor on the second floor.

"Huff!"

Zong Kaixuan gasped violently for several breaths until Han Dong's back completely disappeared, and finally he mustered up the courage to stand up on the cold wall and stood up little by little.

"Murderer!"

"This is a murderer!"

He gritted his teeth, took the cell phone in his pocket tremblingly, clicked into the post bar, and posted a post for help - "What should I do if the competitor is a murderer? Wait online, it's very urgent!"

In a flash, the post was posted.

Zong Kaixuan was a little lucky... He had a member of the post bar, and the post could be set to a dazzling bright red color. I believe that after a while, there would be a reply.

Pick.

Pick.

He dragged his body tremblingly, walked into the bathroom bit by bit, turned on the faucet, and looked at the water flowing down, and couldn't help but feel shocked.

"well."

Zong Kaixuan took a deep breath, placed his palms under the faucet, allowing the impact of the water to hit the palm of his hand.

It seems that only in this way can he be calm.

After a while.

He took the phone in his pocket, ignored the water, unlocked the screen, and flirted with his post in fear.

The reply is as follows, a total of three:

‘Really, is the author so miserable?’

‘Crazy? When facing a murderer, do you still want to compete? It’s so desperate.’

‘The upstairs said it wrong… The poster has obviously started a competition state and is very likely to attract the attention of the murderer. I am afraid he is already doomed.’

This is so serious?

Zong Kaixuan's eyes were wide open, he took a breath, holding his cell phone in his right hand, and still resting his left hand under the faucet, feeling the coldness of the water flowing, as if he was in the snow and ice.

Actually, he ignored a little.

To him, Han Dong is a murderer. But to others, a murderer refers to a vicious thug.

The two cannot be compared, which also leads to these alarmist replies.

"Gudong."

Zong Kaixuan reluctantly swallowed, dispelling those thoughts.

And the next moment.

The phone suddenly trembled, and an extremely eye-catching reply appeared on the screen: "The author of the post rushed to escape! There is only one life, and it is rare!"

Pick.

Zong Kaixuan was so scared that his scalp exploded, and his chilled heart was penetrated. His right hand trembled, and his phone fell into the sink.

Crazy.

The faucet was still flowing with cold water, wetting the phone screen and extinguishing all Zong Kaixuan's thoughts.

"Huff!"

"Huff!"

Zong Kaixuan washed his face several times with cold water, and finally left the bathroom and returned to the classroom of Class 12.

...

My somewhat noisy classroom was instantly quiet as Zong Kaixuan came back.

All the students were secretly glanced at Zong Kaixuan. When they saw Zong Kaixuan's face was stained, their hearts suddenly stuttered, and they understood that Zong Kaixuan should have washed his face... But why did Zong Kaixuan wash his face? What happened between him and the boy from another class?

No matter what happened, looking at Zong Kaixuan's appearance, he may not be the winner.

However.

Fortunately, Zong Kaixuan washed his face several times, otherwise the whole class would be unable to bear the ugly crying attitude, and his self-esteem would collapse.

"That boy from the outside class... gave me face."

Zong Kaixuan walked back to his seat silently, not daring to look at Zhang Meng, nor did he dare to look at his deskmate's face full of dissatisfaction, and sat in a daze on the chair.

His deskmate with round hair, clenched his fists and asked unwillingly: "Who is he?"

Zong Kaixuan smiled bitterly: "He is Han Dong from Class 7, Grade 3. But... we should stop provoking him again."

The boy in the round cun whined twice, secretly holding his anger: "Just let him go like that? Send a text message to Xiang Nan and the others, how can it be left alone?"

"good."

Zong Kaixuan nodded nervously.

He took out his cell phone, edited the text message, and sent it to Xiang Nan: 'Brother Nan, a boy from the foreign class came to our class just now and warned me to be at the same table as me... He is Han Dong from Class 7.'

bite.

The text message was sent successfully.

The round-cup boy squinted his eyes and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Wait, Brother Nan will definitely make Han Dong pay the price!"

Zong Kaixuan sat silently and quietly.

Even if Xiang Nan was really willing to help him, he wouldn't dare to face Han Dong directly... The despair just now made him feel heartbroken and he really didn't want to provoke Han Dong anymore.

After a while.

bite.

The screen lights up twice and there are new text messages to reply.

The boy's eyes were shining with his teeth, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Look at how Brother Nan was. He is a martial arts student and will never spare Han Dong easily."

"well."

Zong Kaixuan sighed and opened the text message interface.

Xiang Nan's text message on the screen suddenly showed: 'What did Han Dong warn you? Why did you get into Han Dong? He is also a martial arts student and has a good personality. I admire him very much... Well, I'll help you mediate, it's best not to have conflicts with him.'

hiss!

The round-inch boy's eyes widened and his eyelids trembled slightly.

Gudong!

Zong Kaixuan swallowed barely, and for some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the heavy feeling in his heart suddenly disappeared.

...

Class 12, on the other side.

The girl with beautiful hair shawls, her cheeks flushed, and she whispered to her deskmate: "I must find that boy and get to know her."

"Hey, don't think about it." Her deskmate shook his head and said, "Didn't you hear what the boy just said? He came here to help Zhang Meng."

The girl with hair muttered unwillingly: "What can that be done? In terms of appearance, I am comparable to Zhang Meng. Besides, I am still an art student. Pay attention to dressing up. Can Zhang Meng compete with me?"

The deskmate sighed: "But Zhang Meng is very good at studying."

The girl with hair was stunned, pursed her lower lip, glanced at Zhang Meng, and gritted her teeth: "Why is her Zhang Meng? Hum... Isn't it just that she has studied better and looks better?"

She was envious and jealous.

This is envy from the heart.

High school is still youthful. Who has never expected that he would meet a great hero who came to his side when he was in prison and broke through all obstacles and broke everything.

Any girl basically has similar imaginations.

But this is a fantasy after all. Who would have thought... it really became a reality! And it happened in front of them, in the classroom of their Class 12!

It is no exaggeration to say.

All the girls in Class 12 all took a sneak peek at Zhang Meng, their eyes either with a hint of envy or jealousy or with a hint of desire.

...

KAKA.

The boy who was excellent in his studies and had extremely high Chinese grades turned his red carbon pen and looked at Zhang Meng with complicated eyes, then glanced at Zong Kaixuan who was stunned and ecstatic.

"Hey."

He shook his head: "Zong Kaixuan is usually very rampant and self-righteous... But there is still a mountain high, and he also kicks the iron plate. That boy must be Zhang Meng's good friend. How can he tolerate Zong Kaixuan bullying Zhang Meng unscrupulously?"

He turned his pen and sighed.

"If you don't believe me, please watch the chess gamer. Winning and losing must be at the end of the game." He pursed his lips, gently picked up the Chinese test paper on the table, and murmured to himself: "And my winning and losing is only in the college entrance examination."

...
To be continued...