It's already the end of December in the blink of an eye, and there are still a few weeks of classes before the holidays.
The winter in City B is a bit cold, the streets are a bit sparsely populated, and it looks a bit lonely.
Only the soft light emitted by the distant winter and a few withered yellow trees on the roadside still bring some warmth, but more importantly, there is still a touch of decadence and desolation.
Yan Xiaoyu was wrapped in a cotton-padded coat, and she huddled her neck in her scarf from time to time.
Although they established a so-called romantic relationship with Jin Shaoyang two months ago, Jin Shaoyang and Yan Xiaoyu spent very little time together except for eating together in the cafeteria at noon.
This must not make Yan Xiaoyu feel that she has found a sex partner to catch up with her, but it's a pity that this guy is a man!
However, I have to say that the name Yan Xiaoyu has become known to everyone in school and gangs in the past two months.
Teachers and students in the school now like to call Yan Xiaoyu a hero. The school board even awarded him a banner for the last fight, praising his revolutionary spirit of daring to fight against injustice and evil forces!
And the words on the banner made Yan Xiaoyu wish she had never been born: Love your children like your own children, take into consideration both political integrity and talent.
I remember that when Wu Kong saw that banner that day, he laughed so much that he could hardly stand upright.
Isn't it normal for a gang member to fight with other gang members? Why would Mao do this to himself?
And after that day, there were actually a few female students who asked me with admiration what kind of spirit I had at that time? Do you think that just to keep the beautiful boy's anus is a well-deserved death?
What is even more outrageous is the rumor on the street. After all, Ren Tianhuang had a dispute with Yan Xiaoyu before his death.
Therefore, many members of the Julong Club suspected that Yan Xiaoyu was the murderer, but due to his status as the daughter-in-law of the Jin family, they could not easily attack him, so they began to complain wildly on major forums. The younger members of the Yuhuo Gang especially defended Brother Yu.
So instead of fighting in the streets, the two gangs scolded each other on the Internet. The words "eighteen generations of ancestors and twenty-eight generations of ancestors" were flying around. Your sister instantly turned into a good girl and helped you. Mom shared a lot of worries==Julong
After the society was destroyed, Yuhuo Gang's younger brother treated Yan Xiaoyu with respect and love like a god, because he was an inspirational figure who moved the world by picking up silk and becoming rich and handsome!
I still remember that Yan Xiaoyu once saw such a post on the Yuhuo Gang forum.
First floor: Princess Yan Xiaoyu is definitely a strategizing genius like Zhuge Liang, but anyone who has friction with him will die miserably in the end.
Second floor: He is our idol in Diaosi, but if you say that, wouldn’t it be very miserable for Mr. Jin?
Third floor: Is it possible that the princess can tell fortunes? Will Mr. Jin die if he marries a witch?
Fourth floor: Maybe the Crown Princess was a white fox in her last life and will come back to repay her kindness in this life!
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So it turned out that after everyone made concerted efforts and made random guesses, the 250th floor turned out like this: Princess Yan Xiaoyu is a fox demon who knows fortune-telling, and she wants to kill the prince Jin Shaoyang. Another tragedy for a wealthy family!
As a member of the Celestial Empire, Yan Xiaoyu felt for the first time how terrible rumors were!
Against the howling north wind, Yan Xiaoyu walked into the campus as low-key as possible, only to find that besides students from Lixin Middle School, there were students wearing uniforms from other schools? I guess this was a class choice...
Uh, is it choosing a school?
When he returned to the physical education group, he also found that all the teachers were very well-dressed in suits and leather shoes. You must know that these unqualified idiots usually wear vests and pants and flip-flops in the office, right?
"Today...is something going to happen?" Yan Xiaoyu was finally shocked by the scene in front of her and uttered a sentence. Will today be the second doomsday predicted by the Mayan after 2012?
"Today is a fraternity party with Chiye Middle School. The principal made a special notice during the meeting last week. Teacher Yan, did you forget?" Without noticing that he looked like he was struck by lightning, a female teacher was sorting it out.
He replied while putting on his own clothes.
"What is forgetting? I don't think he has remembered it at all, and I saw with my own eyes that he was playing Angry Birds during the meeting!" Wang Tong said angrily.
"Have you ever tried to undermine me like this? Especially in front of my female colleagues." Yan Xiaoyu retorted so bitterly that she almost didn't even raise her middle finger.
"***'s children are almost catching up with you, please don't think too much." Wang Tong flew over and struck a blow.
Yan Xiaoyu was not angry, but raised her chin arrogantly, her eyes full of provocation: "Chairman Mao once said, be nice to women, and even better to older women, because even if they don't become your wife, they may become
Your mother-in-law!"
"Then don't be too nice to me from now on, because my son is a boy." *** said in a very serious and thoughtful way.
Yan Xiaoyu: "......"
To put it bluntly, the purpose of the fraternity is to allow students from Chino Middle School to visit here. To promote each other, it would be more appropriate to say that they want to give each other a boost.
Therefore, all disciplines are very strict these days.
So no matter how sleepy Yan Xiaoyu is, no matter how many times he fails to get up, no matter what percentage of people in the country he beats when he gets up, he must arrive at school on time.
The first day of the fellowship was for some representatives of Chiye Middle School, including members of the student union, to visit Lixin Middle School to observe classes.
When he went downstairs, he saw a student in Chino Middle School uniform rubbing his chin and looking at him thoughtfully. Yan Xiaoyu felt that this school was almost like a zoo now, but he couldn't get angry yet. Instead, he was very special.
He stepped forward and spoke to the student in a calm and friendly manner, with an impeccable smile on his face: "Do you need any help?"
The other party was still looking at him, with an incomprehensible expression in his dark eyes, but something seemed to be flowing and rolling...
"Do you need any help?" Yan Xiaoyu's voice was a little louder but she still asked patiently again.
The other party was obviously startled for a moment, then he looked away somewhat evasively, nodded slightly, and asked expressionlessly: "Is Caesar the teacher here?"
"Yes." Yan Xiaoyu nodded and looked at him: "He is the head teacher of Grade 17, do you have anything to do with him?"
Without answering Yan Xiaoyu's question, the boy continued to ask: "Where is Class 7, Grade 1?"
"I'll take you there." Being a teacher these days is like being a volunteer. She has no sense of existence but is afraid of being complained, so Yan Xiaoyu is very enthusiastic.
When he walked to the door of Class 17, he happened to see Caesar having class through the glass window in the corridor. Yan Xiaoyu knocked on the door and stuck his head in: "Caesar, someone is looking for you."
When he saw Yan Xiaoyu, Caesar's expression, which was filled with anger just now, instantly became very, very gentle. He responded with a smile and walked out as gracefully as a male model.
The boy just now was leaning on the window sill. The sunlight outside shone in from his back. His whole person looked a little dark in the shadows, and his facial features were a little blurry.
But Caesar clearly saw the boy smiling strangely at him, with a hint of habitual charm in his smile, and his dark eyes shining like glass.
His face darkened in an instant. Caesar turned around and said to Yan Xiaoyu: "You go back first."
Naturally, Yan Xiaoyu didn't want to have more contact with animals, so he scurried downstairs like a plague.
Caesar closed the classroom door with a "bang", walked to the end of the corridor and stared at the boy behind him with a pair of blue eyes: "Why are you here?"
The entire corridor was extremely quiet, and it seemed that you could hear the other person's heartbeat. The young man raised his head and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but his eyes were full of coldness: "The man just now is exactly the same as the second brother, so you just want to stay here?"
His face became increasingly gloomy, and his blue eyes were as dark as the sea that was frozen, almost freezing him: "...Does it have anything to do with you? Remember your identity,
You're just a loser."
His eyes darkened, but the young man gave a playful smile as if he didn't care: "The task the old man gave me is to keep an eye on you, but I seem to have discovered something more interesting today."
There is a trace of ambiguity in the smile, and the slightly narrowed eyes look as lazy as a cat.
Caesar was silent for a long time. After a while, he suddenly turned around and smiled at him. The smile showed arrogance and confidence, but there was a hint of threat in his words: "Don't try to challenge my bottom line."
Without fear, he raised his head more calmly. The smile at the corner of his mouth got bigger and bigger. With a hint of charm, the young man stared straight at Caesar, shrugged his shoulders and said words that were light but extremely oppressive: "
What? A person you’ve only known for a few months can be your bottom line? When did Julius Caesar become so superficial?”
"Youtian, no matter how superficial I am, I am much stronger than you, aren't I?" The smile on the corner of his mouth already had a hint of ridicule, and Youlan's eyes looked a bit dazzling under the reflection of the sun.
The sharp nails stabbed into the tender palms, and blood slowly flowed out. The pale palms looked a little tempting, but the smile on Youtian's face disappeared instantly, as if he was forced to the extreme, and his beautiful eyebrows
He frowned tightly, but his voice sounded a little crazy: "Caesar, I don't need you to remind me all the time, no matter how despicable I am, I will still live!"
There was a trace of fire in the dark eyes, and his fists were clenched tightly and seemed to be shaking.
Gently picking up the boy's right hand, Caesar opened Youtian's fingers one by one. His movements seemed gentle but the strength was irresistible: "Really? Since you live well like this, don't touch mine.
Bottom line, forget about that person just now and don’t let Han Xuan know anything about it, okay?”