Ji Shixue's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations, so when he walked away, everyone slowly came back from their shock.

Ding Yifan raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers, why are you just standing there? Let's go! I'm really fucking. Can he think of the girl from No. 1 Middle School think about it!"

The back row of the classroom instantly stood up and followed him.

Before lunch break, there were still many students outside the corridor, who were shocked by their aggressive attitude and gave way.

"Student Ranran, don't worry, this person will never be in front of you again in the future."

Zhang Xun collected his cell phone, said this meaningfully, pushed away the boy blocking the road in front and left the classroom.

After all the people left, the class started to whisper.

"Ding Yifan and the others are killing the third place?"

"Or what do you think Brother Shi was doing just now, a one-day tour of No. 3 Middle School?"

"Their No. 3 Middle School will not stop, and this will happen sooner or later. I thought that Brother Shi would have put them in the hospital and it would be over. Now it seems that there is still something to make trouble."

"This situation must be a big deal to Yang Miejue."

"This time it's Zheng Ye who is seeking death. It's hard to flirt with Song Ranran, and who doesn't know that she is a big boss. Let's go with new and old hatreds together, and he will live in the Second Affiliated Hospital until the New Year!"

...

Song Ranran was still a little confused. She was originally looking for Ji Shixue to check the English questions for the midterm exam, but was interrupted by Zhang Xun. When she turned around, her deskmate slammed the table and jumped into the window.

She calmed down, sorted out her thoughts, and combined the words of her classmates around her.

The No. 3 Middle School person who was sent to the hospital last time and Zheng Ye, who posted a secret photo of her on the post bar, met the same person.

She suddenly remembered that night outside the Fengyu Pavilion, Zheng Ye and his group gathered together to swear to teach No. 1 Middle School a lesson. Their words were vulgar and vulgar, and they were hard to hear...

On the night when I transferred to school, under the street lights, the scammering wounds that kept bleeding beads leaking from his elbow... It was also caused by Zheng Ye and the others.

Thinking of this, she stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh drag, attracting the attention of the class.

Song Ranran had no time to apologize, and didn't even take the cell phone in the drawer, so she ran out in a hurry.

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A small table was set up in the alley behind No. 3 Middle School, and Zheng Ye was taking seven or eight brothers to sit there to smoke and eat barbecue.

Huang Mao asked: "Brother Zheng, we really have to do this. Isn't it a violation of the rules? What if the No. 1 Middle School retaliates in the future..."

Zheng Ye held a cigarette in one hand and brushed the post bar with the other, and he didn't pay attention to him: "Don't they play post bar now? Why didn't they reply to me for a long time? The girl is so beautiful, does no one know who she is?"

Moxi next to him threw a bamboo stick on his head and threw it on the yellow hair: "Bad rules, fists are the hard truth. The result is the most important, the process is a sage!"

Huang Hair shivered and handed over a grilled squid skewer: "Yes."

Zheng Ye then casually glanced at him, put his cell phone in his pocket, and opened a can of draft beer: "No need to worry about this. Ji Shisei beat us like this last time. How can we still stay in Jiangcheng after we don't fight back? As long as the result is that we win, it doesn't matter what method we use."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sneer coming from the entrance of the alley.

"Huh!"

The boy stood at the entrance of the alley, facing the sunlight, making people unable to see clearly, only his gloomy and dull voice was exposed with uncovered ridicule: "Win? Are you worthy?"

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When Ding Yifan and his team arrived at the scene, a large area was already lying down in the alley, and there were a few barbecue bamboo sticks inserted on Moxigan's head.

Zheng Ye arched his body and covered his stomach, curled up under Ji Shixue's feet, and his phone fell out of his pocket.

Ji Shixu bent down to pick up his phone, and it was still stuck on the page of the post.

He deleted the post, clicked on the album and deleted the archive before throwing his phone back to Zheng Ye.

Zheng Ye forced himself to stand up and held the wall to breathe heavily: "Ji Shixue, I haven't recruited you recently, what do you mean? You have to make a point when fighting."

The other brothers were either lying down, kneeling or lying, their eyes were distracted, and they seemed to have not yet come back to their senses from the unilateral fight just now.

Ding Yifan couldn't help but poked Zheng Ye's forehead and scolded him: "If you hit you, you'll beat me, and you'll tell me a lot. You don't fucking look in the mirror to see your virtues, you'll give you a face. Come to our post bar to ask people? After ruining the girl from No. 3 Middle School, she still wants to reach out to our school. Believe it or not, I'll chop your third leg off!"

"Mom criticized Ding Yifan, you are fucking sick, and you are still scolding after being beaten!"

The boss on his side was humiliated by someone's forehead. The brothers of No. 3 Middle School lying on the ground stopped doing it, and they spoke up with a classic national scolding.

"Shut up and have the ability to stand up and talk, otherwise you will say a shovel! I will scold you if I want to, and you need your consent?"

The brothers from No. 1 Middle School later also began friendly exchanges among the national treasures.

When Song Ranran came over, the two sides were already full of energy and started to curse each other with their hips. Ji Shixue leaned against the wall, away from the center of the scolding rack. Next to it was an overturned wooden table and a plastic bench, and a gift bag was placed on the bench.

"Ji Shiseong..." She walked over and pulled his clothes: "The lunch break is almost over."

Ji Shixue's eyes stayed on her fingers pinching the hem of her clothes, paused for a second, and did not raise her head: "Ding Yifan."

No. 1 Middle School is currently at the upper hand. The third Middle School has just been beaten up in front of him. His face is a little cautious. It is only obvious that neither side wants to fight, so he is still holding on.

Ding Yifan was holding Zhang Xun's shoulder and cursing, and even a cigarette was in his mouth. He looked at the sound and leaned out: "What are Brother Shi doing?" Yu Guang glanced at Song Ranran beside him, and his eyebrows were twitching: "Song Ranran, why are you here?"

His last invitation was ruthlessly rejected, and he was in a state of silence. Although he could not blatantly shook his face at Song Ranran, his tone was a bit bad.

Zhang Xun looked at the current situation and stopped, signaling everyone to stop when they see it, and return to their own nests.

Song Ranran also officially saw Zheng Ye, who was protected by the Third Middle School, had a broken corner of his mouth, and sat on an overturned plastic chair, grinning and drinking draft beer.

After drinking the draft beer, Zheng Ye threw the can on the ground. Song Ranran frowned, walked over and picked it up, pressed it with one hand and threw it into the trash can.

"You can't litter anywhere." She stared at his eyes seriously and put on a long-term attitude: "This classmate Zheng Ye, fighting is not good. I hope that any problems you encounter in the future can be solved in a peaceful way."

"Song Ranran, I'm back, the lunch break has already come." Ji Shixu stopped in time, raised the cell phone in his hand and led her away.

"Bah! You are lucky this time. I won't spare you next time!" Ding Yifan spitted on the ground and crushed it. He glared around the three-pointer and shouted: "Brothers, go."

A group of people came and left majestic.

Zhang Xun was the last one to leave. He glanced at the three middlemen who were in trouble, helped up the falling table, and said lightly: "Several people, this is your territory. Remember to leave after cleaning it."

He leaned over and looked at Zheng Ye: "Student Zheng, you have just been discharged from the hospital and may not be very clear about the current situation. I will give you a brief explanation. The girl you found in the post bar is the one who just advised you not to fight. She is our brother Shi. If you really want to open an annual membership in the Second Affiliated Hospital, don't think about her, otherwise Brother Shi will get angry and you may have to pay the New Year in the ICU."

After saying that, without waiting for their reaction, he staggered to follow the steps of the large army ahead.

Before class, Ji Shixu put the gift bag on Song Ranran's desk and said, "I saw it on the road, and it happened to be sold."

Behind, Ding Yifan was still indignant and felt that he hadn't scolded enough. He looked up and saw Song Ranran taking out a box of matcha soy milk boxes from the bag. He said half a sentence to block his throat: "Don't you forget to buy her cake when Brother Shi was fighting? This is the fuck..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Wanjing grabbed her cell phone and rushed to the podium, glaring: "Ding Yifan, did you take your classmates out for a fight during lunch break?"

Ding Yifan stood up stupidly: "I don't have a teacher."

"I'm lying, and everyone calls me. During the lunch break, more than half of the people in your class were missing. You can't lock you up at the school, and you even went to the No. 3 Middle School to make trouble! I copied the "Rules for Disciples" 10 times! Ji Shise, you 20 times. Song Ranran, you don't need to copy it, but you won't be an example. If you have any questions in the future, just look for the teacher and don't run out."

Yang Wanjing directly made a decision to make a punishment, and then angrily left, leaving a class of seven people in the classroom confused.

Ji Shixue had no expression. After drawing the compulsory English exam, he asked Song Ranran: "Which English text do you want me to copy, I will copy yours first." But his white fingertips exposed his nervousness.

Song Ranran said many times that he didn't want him to fight again, but he couldn't help but attack.

On the way back just now, she had never spoken and had no anger on her face. He was worried that she would feel sulky.

Song Ranran was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this was the agreement they made at the Golden Arch Gate.

While she was stunned, the deskmate next to her had already opened the longest text in the textbook and asked her softly: "How is this article? I copied it 20 times... you nodded."

He wasn't sure if a box of desserts could coax her well. If not, he could copy the text a few more times.

"It'll be fine three times." Song Ranran came to her senses, nodded slightly, and suddenly asked, "Is there anything wrong with you coming to school so late every morning?"

Except for the days when he played his listening, he basically checked in after ringing the bell in the first class, and sometimes he even had to wait for the big break.

Ji Shixue was picking up a copybook and answered casually: "No." He just depends on his mood and didn't want to get up.

Song Ranran pondered for two seconds, took a deep breath, and made a decision: "So, from tomorrow, I will accompany you to school, can I?"

Ji Shixu's breathing stagnated and looked down at her.

"You have a conflict with No. 3 Middle School again today. They don't say anything, and they will hold a grudge in their hearts. We went home together in the afternoon, and they couldn't find a chance, but the time you came to school in the morning is uncertain. I'm afraid they will squat you on the road." Song Ranran explained to him patiently: "In these few days, we will go to school together, and it's good that they will give up revenge. You just need to insist on getting up a few days early, okay?"

Ji Shixu looked at her quietly, and was silent for more than ten seconds before finally saying hoarsely: "Yes."

Song Ranran felt relieved, and her eyes and eyebrows were filled with excitement.

She was also worried that Ji Shixue would not agree. She heard Xu Yijia say that this person was a little angry, so no one in the class dared to urge him to come to school early.

She was busy having fun secretly, so she missed the whisper of the man next to her.

"I hope..." They can persist in taking revenge on me for the rest of their lives.

"Let's exchange contact information. From now on, we made an appointment to meet at the rest booth at the entrance of the community at 7:15 and go to school together. You can sign up for the number and I'll call you."

Song Ranran took out his cell phone again and asked him to report his number.

"No, I'll call you."

Ji Shixue turned his head, his fingers covered the phone screen with a false eye, and clicked into the contact person and dialed the phone.

Song Ranran did not doubt that he had him, but he didn't realize why he had his own number. He saved the contact person, and then searched for the full text of "The Rules of Disciples" and began to copy.

Ji Shixue looked up and said, "Yang Wanjing said, you didn't participate in the fight, so you don't need to copy it."

"You copy the English text, I will help you copy this." Song Ranran didn't raise her head: "I promised to protect you, but today I asked you to face them alone. I have to accept at least half of the punishment."

“…”

Realizing that the emotions of the people around him were a little unstable, Song Ranran stopped writing, turned his head to look over, and looked solemn: "So, if such a thing happens again in the future, you can't leave me behind. We are together, and I will definitely protect you."
Chapter completed!