Wang Panfeng, nicknamed Wang Buchuan, Wang Feiji, Du Wang, Wang Biaozi, etc.

When the football was handed to him, he basically didn't think of passing it out again. In the end, either took it out of the bottom line or hit the plane. In the early stage, Wang Panfeng was still the main force in Class 16, Grade 1. After all, the level of dribbling was indeed exaggerated, but when everyone understood his style, they were immediately deprived of their main position.

For the time being, Wang Panfeng is still the main force in Class 16, and his dribbling is indeed unignorable.

In the end, the score of this training game was a 2-2 draw. Xu Weidong scored two goals by himself, and Zhang Tan and Zhu Ran scored one goal each. After sweating, Zhang Tan invited everyone to drink mineral water. The two teams had only 22 yuan, which was only 22 yuan. Zhang Tan was not bad for this little money.

Drinking water and blowing cowhide, everyone went back to the dormitory.

Zhang Tan did not follow him to the dormitory. He washed his face in the small shop and went back to Class 15 of high school. It was only 1:00 p.m. At this time, there were not many students in the class, and there were almost no boys, only a few girls reading.

Zhang Tan was wearing Manchester United's big red uniform and looked very cool. He was about to return to his seat to write a novel, but a girl called him: "Hey, Inspector Zhang, come here."

The person who called him was Tang Tongxin, the secretary of the Youth League branch in the class, and Lu Jing's deskmate.

She and Lu Jing were reading books in the classroom.

"Is there anything wrong?" Zhang Tan turned his direction and sat in front of the two. When he saw Lu Jing looking at him again, he showed a charming smile.

Lu Jing immediately lowered her eyelids shyly, and the little girl couldn't resist Zhang Tan's strange eyes.

"I heard you were fighting with the second-year high school students?" Tang Tongxin asked curiously, her eyes revealing a burning gossip.

"Fighting? It's not called a fight, but a little friction has occurred and it has been resolved very peacefully."

"Didn't they say that they had fought with the senior high school students? I also heard that Fan Wentao was beaten?"

"No, Fan Wentao was just a fuse. Later, it was a pure battle of intentions. The soccer team in the second year of high school met us and mediated in the middle. Now they are all in peace."

Tang Tongxin is very gossipy, but Zhang Tan doesn’t have much interest in fighting.

For him, the two conflicts with the second year of high school were just a boring time. His body was wrapped in the heart of a thirty-year-old uncle. This kind of group fight between middle school students was actually quite boring. Even if he led the first year of high school to win two battles, it was nothing. There was a sense of excitement, a sense of accomplishment was almost zero, and there was always some adults who bullied children.

If it were in the past, he would really not be involved in such a thing. Now it is replaced by the body of a young man, and the hormone secretion is strong, so he will be actively involved in the daily life of high school students.

"Since I've been younger, I always have to do something that young people should do."

This is Zhang Tan Pu’s simple idea.

However, mentality will never learn from young people's frivolity and show-offs.

For Tang Tongxin, Zhang Tan's disdain to show off was tickling her. A girl of this age had a rebellious admiration for students who fought, especially those who had just reason to fight: "You are too modest. They all said that if it weren't for you, Fan Wentao would have been beaten by the second year of high school."

"It's not enough to beat people. So many classmates can't let them bully people."

"Then are you very familiar with the second-year high school students?"

"It's okay, have you played football together? I met you."

Zhang Tan didn't intend to brag about himself, but seeing the feeling of admiration of the two girls for him, it undoubtedly made him very comfortable. The little girl is also a woman, and women can always make men excited, even if it is an old man.

"Zhang Tan, I just got back from playing football?" At some point, Liang Wei also entered the classroom and sat directly next to Zhang Tan.

"Um."

Zhang Tan's answer was quite cold. He hated this deskmate in his previous life. He was a man who liked to be scheming. During his last life, he always provoked and used the ignorant Zhang Tan to help him do things. Or he highlighted himself by belittled Zhang Tan, that is, Zhang Tan's drawings in his previous life, and he would be friends with him.

Now, in a blink of an eye, Zhang Tan has long since no intention of taking revenge, but he will not pay attention to him anymore.

"What are you talking about fun things before? Are you talking and laughing?" Liang Wei didn't realize Zhang Tan's coldness towards him, shook his flowing hair, and asked in a handsome manner.

"We are talking about the fight." Tang Tongxin said it directly, "The second year of high school is so annoying. She bullied Fan Wentao. Fortunately, Zhang Tan asked someone to help and pushed the second year of high school back."

Liang Wei shook his head and said in a contemptuous tone: "I really don't understand why they fight all day long. They are full of food. We are here to go to school, not to fight."

Lu Jing glanced at Liang Wei: "It was the second-year high school student who bullied people first."

Seeing Lu Jing talking to him, Liang Wei immediately became excited, patted Zhang Tan on the shoulder, and began to show off his words: "It's not me that I'm saying that it's just an apology. Fan Wentao is not good at playing football, so he should apologize. He should be arrogant, and he will not do anything in his second year of high school. Zhang Tan, you insist on making a big deal, so that everyone can't get out of Taiwan. Fortunately, the school didn't know about it, otherwise it would be a bad thing."

Zhang Tan knocked Liang Wei's hand off and said perfunctorily: "Maybe everyone has different ideas." He stood up and prepared to return to his seat. He was not interested in quarreling with high school students.

Liang Wei raised his voice and retorted: "Your idea is wrong, fighting and causing trouble will affect the image of our class."

Zhang Tan sneered: "Students should not fight, but students should not be bullied and not fight back."

"We are here to learn, and everything must be focused on learning."

"Schools are a place for teaching and educating people, and you also need to learn in life."

"You didn't let me fight in a human life."

Liang Weizhen has a lot of words.

Zhang Tan felt speechless and didn't bother to pay attention to this guy. He was so embarrassed to say that studying should be the priority in school. It seemed that he was not the one who wrote notes and sent love letters in his previous life. When talking to him, Zhang Tan obviously felt that he was down straight, so he should go back and write novels.

Zhang Tan was too lazy to speak and left the seat directly. This actually encouraged Liang Wei's arrogance. He said proudly to Zhang Tan's back: "If you really want to be a human being, you must first take care of yourself and don't think about fighting all day long. That's the behavior of a little punk."

Oh, you've gotten more and more talented.

Zhang Tan had a bad temper, so he immediately turned around and patted Liang Wei on the head: "Children, teach you the truth about being a human being. Only by standing are called human beings, and that is called a dog when kneeling is called a dog."

He squinted his eyes, his head of a caliper, and his smile was too fake and a little fierce.

Liang Wei suddenly remembered that Zhang Tan was a fierce man who dared to fight with his second year of high school. Although he was neither tall nor strong, he was not small in name, which was terrifying.

The move that Zhang Tan wanted to turn against him was caused by Zhang Tan's slap in his head, but he instantly wilted.

He kept his head shut and stopped talking, and he was just a coward with no eggs.

Zhang Tan didn't even look at him, turned around and smiled at the students who were looking up, especially the female students, who were smiling: "I'm sorry, I insulted the dog. In fact, it was just a metaphor, a kind of rhetoric technique."

A brief farce ends with Zhang Tan's little joke.

Liang Wei returned to his seat with a gloomy face, and Zhang Tan was also walking back to his seat.

He didn't have any sense of accomplishment. On the contrary, he despised himself: "I actually bullied high school students, and my personality was low in an instant!"
Chapter completed!