In an instant, you could hear a pin drop in the classroom.

Almost everyone in Heng'an Middle School knew what happened on the basketball court at the beginning of the school year. Now, in the eyes of a class of students, Jiang Hua's move made it clear that he was looking for trouble again.

Before Yue Ge could speak, He Bi, who was in the second row, stood up first and reached out to push him.

Jiang Hua glared: "You dare to touch me?"

He Bi's movements froze and he really didn't dare to touch it.

Family background does affect a person's status in school, especially after it has been in effect once.

Last week, the physical education student who hit Hui Jianghua with a basketball was directly expelled from school, and his future is still uncertain. Because the physical education student is quite popular in school, this matter has been widely circulated in Heng'an Middle School.

Previously, it was only heard that Mr. Jiang was rich, wearing famous brands, and traveling in luxury cars, but I didn't know that his family was powerful enough to interfere in the school's punishment.

Chen Haoran, who was in the third row, secretly pulled He Bi from behind. He Bi gritted his teeth and put down his hand with an annoyed look on his face.

He warned: "Take the English test immediately, Jiang Hua, don't cause trouble!"

Jiang Hua was not happy to hear this and crossed his arms: "What? Didn't the teacher say that the same group should help each other?"

He pouted at the blackboard behind him, and his red lips drew a few glances away: "I'm in the same group as him. If I can tell you, why can't you tell me?"

When he said this, it sounded more like he was looking for trouble.

He Bi clenched his fists: "Bring it here and I'll tell you."

Jiang Hua waved his hands repeatedly and said with disgust: "You are out of the top ten, so there is no need."

He Bi: "..."

The recess was only twenty minutes, and just as Jiang Hua finished choking on White Lotus, the class bell rang again.

While the two of them were talking to each other, Yue Ge's presence was suppressed and he didn't say anything.

Jiang Hua looked down, his eyes met, and his eyes paused at the same time.

The front foot had caused trouble for the other party, but the back foot came to let the other party talk about the topic. It was indeed quite psychedelic, and Jiang Hua himself felt ashamed.

If you are rejected by White Lotus again, you might as well find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

For the sake of his mission, he forced himself to repay the favor: "Why did you thank me yesterday, even if you couldn't even talk about a topic?"

When speaking, Jiang Hua tried his best to act natural, but in the end, he used too much force, which had the opposite effect. A hint of sarcasm appeared on Yaoye's face, confirming his identity as a troublemaker.

Except for Yue Ge himself, everyone else's expressions were not very good-looking.

Yue Ge half raised his head and looked at him, but did not agree immediately. The morning sunlight made his pupils somewhat transparent.

Jiang Hua pretended to be calm, but he was agitated in his heart. He probably wanted to lead people astray. When facing Yue Ge, he always felt a little guilty.

"Is the injury serious?" Yue Ge suddenly asked.

Jiang Hua was stunned for a moment and subconsciously touched his forehead. The wound was still very painful yesterday, but today it's not so obvious.

So he answered honestly: "It's not serious."

"Fortunately." Yue Ge nodded and discussed, "Is it okay at noon? Take the exam first."

Jiang Hua's tense body relaxed.

"Okay, then noon."

After successfully doing it, Jiang Hua raised the corners of his mouth and even stood on tiptoes with joy.

The system told him what he wanted to say: "This is a good trick! Approach White Lotus openly, and then bend him without anyone noticing!"

After the bell rang, the teacher urged everyone to return to their seats. Jiang Hua picked up his math book and left. When he turned around, he suddenly remembered something and stopped.

Knocking on Yue Ge's desk with his math book, Jiang Hua passed by a few people and emphasized arrogantly: "I made a reservation at noon, so don't come and join in the fun!"

These words almost aroused public outrage again. When he returned to his seat, Zhou Dazui had a complicated expression. He took the opportunity of passing the paper and turned around and said, "Hua'er, do you really want to study?"

Jiang Hua asked back: "What else?"

"I look at your posture, as if you are going to eat the squad leader."

...It’s not like I ate it, it’s just that the color is a little crooked.

Jiang Hua spread out the test paper and used his poisonous tongue to cover up his guilty conscience: "You might be blind."

Zhou Dazui chuckled, and was not angry when he was cut in line to give a lecture. He was a pretty face-sitter, otherwise he wouldn't have been sticking his hot face to Jiang Hua's cold ass every day.

"The last time you showed up, you were like my little cat guarding the food. It looked really bad."

"...roll!"

With a dark face, Jiang Hua kicked Zhou Dazui's chair hard, finally shutting up the big mouth.

When it comes to exams, time will fly especially fast. This is true for students who answer the questions seriously, and the same goes for students who are trying to catch up on their sleep.

English is the only subject that Jiang Hua excels in. Children from wealthy families do learn foreign languages ​​from an early age. He finished answering the questions in half an hour, and spent the rest of the time thinking about how to bring a crooked white lotus.

After returning home last night, he carefully searched the Internet for the concept of being bad. For students in adolescence, there are so many ways to learn bad things.

Jiang Hua spread out a brand new draft paper for the math exam and made a rough summary.

Fighting, smoking and drinking, skipping classes and cheating, dyeing and perming hair.

These can be called the professional necessities of a delinquent. If you have never done any of them, you would be embarrassed to say that you are a delinquent.

The rest, such as bullying classmates, forming cliques, disobeying teachers, etc., which involve other people, would never happen to Bai Lianhua, so they were all screened out by Jiang Hua.

Just the remaining few things were quite a challenge to Jiang Hua's bottom line. Although his grades were not good, he considered himself not a bad boy. At most, he was just a little rebellious.

The system asked: "Do you plan to start with a fight?"

Jiang Hua turned the signature pen and couldn't think of a clue for the time being, so he could only muddle through: "Maybe."

The system pondered for a moment, then suddenly lowered its voice and asked: "Have you ever heard of this idiom?"

Jiang Hua was so angry that he laughed back: "Do you really think I'm illiterate?"

"That's good." The system laughed dryly and said, "Look, he is surrounded by good students now. If he is exposed to such obedient boys every day, it will be difficult for him to become crooked."

Jiang Hua understood the system's hints.

Qiao Xiuyuan told him when he was a child: Don't play with bad children, or you will be led astray.

In kindergarten, a kid who liked to play pranks gave him a piece of candy. After he ate it, Qiao Xiuyuan didn't talk to him for several days, and even told his mother that he was misbehaving.

Jiang Hua's eyes lit up.

Since Qiao Xiuyuan said this, it might be a good idea to show that he is "influenced by his ears and eyes".

But how could he have the ability to change Yue Ge's circle of friends?

System: "Stupid! You can do it yourself!"

In the same group as Yue Ge, from a certain perspective, Jiang Hua no longer has to take great pains to get close to him. As long as he uses the word "talk about the topic", he will have many opportunities to get along with him.

The system briefly analyzed it. After listening to it, Jiang Hua's expression became distorted.

He clicked on the 'skills' on the scratch paper: "So I need to learn these first?"

The system was noncommittal: "Not necessarily, you can just pretend."

Facing the words "Delinquent Boy" on the paper, Jiang Hua fell into deep thought.

"It's up to you to do whatever you want." The system can always add fuel to the flames at the right time: "Anyway, it can't be obliterated."

Jiang Hua: "..."

...

After finishing two exams in the morning, when the bell rang, Jiang Hua looked at the time and closed his eyes again.

"Hua'er, do you want to go to the cafeteria?" Zhou Dazui knocked on the back table.

Jiang Hua didn't even raise his head: "I won't go."

"Okay." Zhou Dazui walked away a little disappointed.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Hua opened his eyes and stretched in his position.

The system said: "Did you do it on purpose? You don't want to have dinner with him?"

Jiang Hua drooped his eyelids and flipped through his math book: "I still have business."

System: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Hua ignored him this time and waited until everyone in the classroom was gone before he slowly moved to the toilet.

There is a long and large mirror in front of the school's washbasin, where some stinky students often hang out. Jiang Hua would occasionally admire his own face here.

He didn't go to the toilet, but walked directly to the stage and washed his hands. After a minute, he made sure there was no one in the toilet and turned off the faucet.

Jiang Hua looked at himself in the mirror and muttered: "Bad boy...Bad boy..."

The system was speechless for a moment.

There were not many bad boys in Heng'an Middle School, and most of them were on the basketball team. Jiang Hua recalled the expressions of those people, but he couldn't imitate them well.

The system took out the ink from its belly: "Drawing a tiger will not turn out to be an anti-dog."

Jiang Hua was so angry that he almost quit working. Thinking about his own life, he almost suppressed his anger.

In this school, except for two friends who graduated, he had no contact with his classmates, let alone the sports team. Since he had never seen them in person, it was impossible for him to learn like them.

Jiang Hua leaned on the sink and tried to think back. The only bad guy who was still fresh in his memory was the gangster who blackmailed Yue Ge last night.

It should be about the same...

Rubbing his face with both hands, Jiang Hua straightened his expression and tried to look that frivolous and arrogant.

The tips of the peach petal-like eyes are slightly raised, and most of them are painted pupils, which are always covered with a layer of hazy mist.

Jiang Hua leaned forward, facing himself with the tip of his straight nose, and said angrily: "Little duck, bring me the money!"

System: "The expression is not in place."

Jiang Hua bit his lip and frowned this time.

"Stop talking nonsense and give me money!"

The system praised: "It's a little better, and the temperament can be improved."

temperament?

Jiang Hua had an idea, loosened the tie around his neck, and acted out a melodrama by himself, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around.

"You, hand over the money you have!"

The system suddenly took a breath and stopped talking.

"How about it?"

Jiang Hua couldn't help but ask, and at the same time he caught a figure from the corner of his eye.

The figure stood blankly at the door of the toilet, and you could clearly see the astonished expression on his face through the mirror.

The air was stagnant for five seconds.

Yue Ge calmly put the pink envelope in his hand into his pocket, and when he stretched out his hand again, there was a fifty yuan RMB in his hand.
Chapter completed!