Ximenlang bent down and took a piece of wood scattered beside the desk in his hand, and said coldly: "Now the democratic election begins." He looked at a boy on the right and asked: "Who do you choose to be the monitor? You choose me.
Or choose her?" The so-called she, of course, refers to the girl Xia Zhiyuan.
The boy was in a dilemma for a moment, neither of them were easy to offend. He looked at the girl on the other side who was glaring at him fiercely, and then at the fierce-looking guy in front of him, and said fearfully: "I...I choose Xia Zhiyuan.
"Because Princess Yuan has always been the object of his secret love, how could he succumb to Yin's power?
After hearing this, Xia Zhiyuan immediately gave the boy who usually didn't even look at him a sweet smile. For a moment, the boy felt drunk and thought, just with this smile, he would get slapped by that guy.
All worth it...
Ximenlang sneered, "Very good, your choice is correct..." He swung the wooden cube in his hand while speaking, and landed heavily on the boy's head. Blood spattered everywhere, and the boy tilted his head and fainted.
On the desk.
"You...what are you doing?" Xia Zhiyuan looked over with extremely angry eyes. It was the first time she discovered that there were such barbaric people.
Ximen Lang ignored her at all and shouted to the stunned boys and girls: "Anyone who agrees with me being the squad leader, raise your hands."
In unison, countless palms stood up one after another. Even the injured boys who fell on the ground raised their hands. Although the fat man lying in the sawdust was in pain, he slowly raised his thick arms.
And Teacher Yang in the back also raised his right hand high.
In the classroom, except for Xia Zhiyuan, who threw her cigarette on the ground and was extremely angry, and the guy who fainted without raising his hand, everyone else passed because no one wanted to follow in the footsteps of the boy just now.
Ximen Lang smiled with satisfaction, "Very good, there are only two votes against, everyone, put your hands down." His eyes became fierce as if he wanted to eat someone, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's the female classmate's turn now, agree with her.
Those who are monitors raise their hands."
Xia Zhiyuan was the first to raise her hands, but the others did not move. There were three or four girls who were probably her best friends. They were about to raise their hands tremblingly, but when Ximen Lang glanced over with a sharp look, they were frightened.
Shivering, my eyes couldn't help but see the blood stains on the wooden square, and I immediately gave up this stupid move.
Ximenlang looked at the girl who was competing with him for the position of class president, and said coldly: "You lose, I will take the position of class president of class one and three."
Xia Zhiyuan put down her hand in embarrassment and said angrily: "No, the election just now doesn't count, are you lying?"
Ximenlang snorted coldly, "Why doesn't it count?"
"You coerced them, of course it doesn't count." Xia Zhiyuan said plausibly.
"Really? It's a pity that what you said doesn't count. Let me ask everyone." His wolf-like eyes passed over everyone's faces and asked: "Did I coerce you? Answer quickly?"
"No……"
Everyone, including Teacher Yang and the injured boys, gave loud and neat responses that echoed in the classroom.
Ximen Lang turned his head and raised his lips with a contemptuous smile, "Did you hear that this is the real voice of the students?"
"You...you..." Xia Zhiyuan was so angry that she couldn't speak. This was the first time she had been frustrated since she was a child. She stood up and walked to the opposite side of the annoying boy, biting her red lips tightly with silver teeth, and sprayed in her bright eyes.
Out of anger, "Ximen Lang, just wait for me..."
Ximen Lang smiled cynically, "Wait, what are you waiting for? I have no interest in a girl like you at all. Go and cool off quickly, don't affect the uncle's mood."
The hearts of many boys and girls were all racing. This guy was so bold. He actually dared to be so presumptuous with Princess Yuan! They clearly remembered that when school first started, five gangsters from the third grade of high school stopped and teased Princess Yuan at the school gate. Suddenly, a group of people came out.
Helpers broke one leg of each of the five students and left them lying there for more than half a year, wondering if the country bumpkin-looking guys would make the same mistake again.
"Go to hell..."
Xia Zhiyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore and got mad. She raised one long leg high and drew a graceful white arc in the air. She kicked her as high as a person and hit the annoying guy's head hard.
"Ah...Princess Yuan finally got mad!"
"This kick is so high, it really deserves to be practiced!"
"That's awesome..."
Finally seeing the strength of the legendary Princess Yuan, a group of boys and girls couldn't help shouting.
This kick was truly overbearing. No matter how hard you practiced for ten or eight years, you would never be able to achieve this kind of speed and sudden burst of explosive power. If your opponent had been someone else, she would have probably kicked her and caused a concussion.
However, it happened that the guy Xia Zhiyuan met today was once an excellent special forces soldier and had been trained like crazy. His skills were far beyond hers. The moment she raised her right leg, he accurately judged her kick.
At the destination, a hand like a devil's claw was already waiting in the necessary direction, and it suddenly opened and grabbed her ankle, making her stand on the ground independently like a golden rooster.
The denim skirt slides down, and a whole plump and smooth long leg is exposed in the air. It is an exciting white color, as if it is condensed fat, and its smoothness is no different from fine silk, which makes people palpitate!
Glancing at these extremely charming legs, Ximen Lang sneered: "You are no match for me, why don't you practice for another ten years before you challenge me?" Then he let go.
The long legs floated down, and the printed denim skirt quietly covered them, covering up the fleeting spring scenery.
Xia Zhiyuan's face was red. As a person who has been practicing Taekwondo for ten years, it was estimated that few of the students could avoid the kick she had just tried so hard, but she was stopped by the opponent's move. This made her very surprised and felt in her heart.
It was clear that the kung fu of the country bumpkin in front of me was indeed much higher than mine.
She has always been known in the school for her attitude of being able to take things a step further and let go. Now she failed in front of everyone, but she didn't want to lose her grace. Her eyes seemed to be filled with sharp daggers, and she said angrily: "You are so cruel, you will be the squad leader."
You’re done, but I don’t know how long you can be there?”
Ximen Lang spread his hands and said, "It doesn't matter. One day is not too little. I don't care if it lasts forever. I only care about what I once had."
"Humph!" Xia Zhiyuan rolled her eyes at him and turned back to her seat.
Ximen Lang looked at the boys who were still lying on the ground and said coldly: "Don't pretend to be dead. Get up and go back to your seats."
After hearing this, those guys were like a mouse seeing a cat. They were so frightened that they endured the pain and got up and returned to their seats. Although the pain from the injury made them grit their teeth and crack their mouths, none of them dared to cry out in pain.
The 200-pound fat man was seriously injured, but he was very strong. Although cold sweat broke out on his face, he still stood up and limped back to his seat.
At this time, Ximen Lang issued his second order, "The uninjured boys should tidy up the classroom. How can we teach in the classroom?" Listening to this, it seemed as if all this had nothing to do with him.
With a flick of the brush, the boys stood up like soldiers in the army and began to clean up the battlefield.
A quiet, delicate and good-looking girl stood up and said, "Let's all help clean up and try to get to class early." After hearing her words, most of the girls stood up and helped the boys clean the classroom. Only Xia Zhiyuan and her classmates
The best friend did not move, looking coldly at the busy group of boys and girls.
The quiet girl picked up all the books that Ximen Lang had thrown on the ground, carefully smoothed them and stacked them together, and placed them on an empty seat at the back. She raised her head and said, "Monitor, no one is sitting in this seat, so you can sit here."
Bar."
The Wenjing girl named Li Sisi is the study committee member of the class. Although she knows that her words can easily arouse the resentment of most people in the class, she still says it regardless of the consequences. She has long felt that
The atmosphere is so bad that this place is not like a class, but more like a lively corner of the market. It is impossible to study. It is time to completely rectify it. Maybe the new monitor will have that courage.
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Ximenlang nodded and smiled at her and said, "Thank you." This was the first person he had a crush on in Class 1, Grade 3, so he made an exception and smiled sincerely.