Chapter 1: 1
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"Song Yan? Xue Shaoyou, please come with us! " Song Yan just came out of the classroom, two tall boys came face to face, holding their heads up and proudly said to him.
Song Yan is slightly shocked. Xue Shao is one of the four villains in the school. He seems to have no contact with him. What is he doing for himself?
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up!" Seeing him in a daze, one of the boys gave him a bad push.
"Well, I'll go with you." Song Yan nodded his head as if he were a yes man and followed two tall boys.
In the small tree forest beside the school playground, a boy with long hair stood with his hands in his trouser pocket and his back to song Yan, and two students who sandwiched song Yan in the middle respectfully said to him, "Xue Shao, we brought this boy here."
The boy with long hair turned around slowly, his eyes were a little sharp, and there was something cold and arrogant between his eyebrows. Suddenly, a trace of pondering appeared on the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his index finger to hook him: "Song Yan, do you know why you are here?"
Song Yan shook his head doubtfully: "I don't know."
Xue Yuancheng's mouth is more thoughtful: "slap yourself first, and then I'll tell you what's going on."
Wen Yan, song Yan's face slightly changed, and a chill flashed in his eyes. His low-key life in school does not mean that he can be bullied by others.
"Xue Shao, I asked myself that I didn't offend you. Did you do this too much?"
"What if it's too much?" Xue Yuancheng disdains to turn his mouth: "you are such a poor girl. I could kill a large movie with one less finger. Just now, I slapped myself twice. Now, I have changed my mind less. Kneeling and slapping myself ten times is a reward for you to talk back."
Song Yan stood in place and didn't move, but his eyes flashed annoyance. Xue Yuan City was very deceiving.
"Don't let Xue get down on your knees and still stand to make hair!" One of Xue Yuancheng's followers scolded song Yan for kicking him to the ground.
I can't stand it!
Song Yan is angry. He takes a step to avoid the attack and stares at him coldly: "don't force me!"
"Yo! I dare to hide. I'm very brave! " Wang Fei said cruelly. He rushed up to song Yan and slapped his hand up.
Xue Yuancheng put his hand back into his trouser pocket and looked at the scene with a smile. Both of his followers were good at fighting. Since Song Yan didn't know how to play, he made him suffer more.
In his opinion, Wang Fei was more than enough to deal with song Yan alone.
Seeing that Wang Fei's palm was about to fall on Song Yan's cheek, song Yan suddenly stepped back and avoided Wang Fei's palm. Then, he slapped it cleanly and hit the other side's cheek.
"Pa!"
A clear and neat slap sounded, and then saw Wang Fei stagger back a few steps, staring at Song Yan with unbelievable eyes. Unexpectedly, song Yan not only dared to fight back, but also gave him a slap.
The burning pain on his cheek made him angry and angry. His eyes were even redder: "I want to kill you!"
Then, Wang Fei roared, rushed to song Yan again, waved his right arm, and went straight to song Yan's cheek.
Seeing this, song Yan's eyes narrowed slightly and kicked out abruptly.
"Bang!"
Wang Fei, who was kicked in the middle of his stomach, responded and fell two meters away.
"Waste, even a poor silk can't clean up, you two go together!" Xue Yuancheng on one side cheered coldly.
Another attendant picked up Wang Fei and stared at Song Yan with a bad face, then rushed to him from left to right.
One punch still hit song Yan on the cheek, while the other kicked him between his legs.
"Dying!"
Song Yanqing drinks, flies out, straight to the middle of the two, two arms like two whips fly out.
"Bang! Bang! "
Two boys who were hit in the chest by his arm stumbled back, then fell to the ground, stroked his chest, feeling a little out of breath, and looked at Song Yan with more fear.
Song Yan looks back, stares at Xue Yuancheng, who looks a little frightened, and takes a step towards him.
"Stop, don't come!" Cried Xue Yuancheng.
But song Yan didn't notice. Then, he went to Xue Yuancheng, reached for his hand, grabbed him by the neck, slapped his face hard.
Let go of Xue Yuancheng, song Yan quit two steps, stared at him and asked, "say, why bother me?"
"You dare to hit me! Do you know who I am? " Xue Yuancheng did not answer song Yan, but looked at him bitterly.
Suddenly, song Yan stepped forward, clasped Xue Yuancheng's neck again, and gave him a few slaps with his left and right bow. The fierce light flashed in his eyes, forcing him to ask, "Xue Yuancheng, don't challenge my patience, say, why bother me!"
When touching the beast like eyes of song Yan, Xue Yuancheng felt a sense of fear: "yes Because to Fifi! "Hearing the name, song Yan looked slightly shocked. Unexpectedly, Xue Yuancheng appeared for Feifei. In his mind, a woman in a white dress with pure temperament like a lotus flower flashed.
Xiang Feifei, the temperament girl of the holy night middle school, is an art examinee. She seldom comes to school at ordinary times. Even so, there are many boys who adore her.
Song Yan still remembers that at the new year's Eve Party of last year's Shengye middle school, she played a zither to Feifei in a white suit. Her elegant, high and cold appearance was like a fairy coming out of the painting. That night, she almost conquered all the people present and left him a deep impression.
Yesterday, when he went downstairs, he accidentally ran down to Feifei. It seems that Xue Yuancheng is going to start for Feifei for this matter.
"You were asked to come to Fifi?" Song Yan looked at Xue Yuancheng and asked.
"No, no, I came by myself. Xiang Feifei didn't know about it."
Song Yan smiled and let go of Xue Yuancheng: "remember, don't provoke me if you have nothing to do in the future!"
After that, song Yan turned and left. Xue Yuancheng was a rich second generation, so he gathered a group of students around him, but he didn't pay attention to him.
Looking at the arrogant song Yan, Xue Yuancheng almost bit his teeth.
Shengye middle school, class 39, senior middle school.
Yan Weimin, the head teacher, walked into the classroom angrily and put the textbook on the desk. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the classroom became tense.
Yan Weimin's eyes fell on the last row of the classroom, a tall boy sleeping on the desk. His anger could not be suppressed any more. He shouted coldly:
"Song Yan, stand up!"
Song Yan stood up from his seat, rubbed his bleary eyes, looked at Yan Weimin blankly and said, "what can I do for you, Mr. Yan?"
Seeing the appearance of song Yan, Yan Weimin couldn't help getting angry and yelling: "I want to ask you what's the matter, why you fight, the teachers of class three came to visit you, your poor grades just drag on the whole class, and now even destroy the reputation of the class, I think you are becoming more and more hopeless."
As soon as song Yan heard this, he immediately understood that Xue Yuancheng had complained to his teacher, and he despised Xue Yuancheng.
"Song inkstone!"
Yan Weimin's voice was raised a few decibels, and his eyes were not good: "I will warn you for the last time, if you don't repent, I will definitely recommend to the headmaster that you be dismissed."
"I see." Song Yan replied with a low head.
"Sit down." Seeing song Yan's "rotten wood can't be carved", Yan Wei felt a deep dislike in the hearts of the people. He secretly decided that if the boy didn't know what to do, he must suggest to the headmaster to dismiss him.
"Yes."
Song Yan was seated again in response to the sound. He wanted to continue sleeping on his stomach, but after thinking about it, he still didn't touch old Yan's head again.
On the podium, Yan Weimin once again talked about the importance of the college entrance examination, so that everyone must carefully review and strive for a good university.
Song Yan, a 17-year-old native of Xiangcheng City, is a poor student in class 39 of Shengye middle school. He is not liked by his teachers, especially Yan Weimin, the head teacher.
His parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old. Now they live in the family of his eldest uncle song Shize. At present, he is the deputy director general of Xiangcheng Municipal Bureau of education and learning, and the deputy department level cadre.
In this way, the school can tolerate the existence of such poor students. Of course, he can enter the night middle school, which is the best in the city. Even in the famous middle school in Yanhuang country, uncle has made a lot of efforts.
To uncle, song Yan is grateful. Without him, he would not have been able to enter the night middle school with his poor scores.
In terms of food and clothing, and even pocket money, uncle never treated him badly. It was for this reason that he was extremely low-key in school and didn't want to cause more trouble to uncle.
However, it is difficult for him to regard the eldest uncle's family as his own, because there is a mean eldest aunt in his family.
When the eldest uncle is at home, the eldest aunt is always very kind to him. Once the eldest uncle is away, the other side becomes a cold face and attacks him with sharp words from time to time. He is in the age when he can't rub the sand in his eyes, so he is very disgusted with the eldest aunt.
After school, song Yan put his schoolbag in the dormitory and walked alone to uncle's house.
Today is Friday. There is no class tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
Yanhuang's Ministry of traditional Chinese learning and education has made it clear that schools should not take up weekend time to make up lessons. Once found, they will be fined heavily.
Therefore, even if the college entrance examination is only three months away, the school will have a holiday on time on weekends.
In fact, song Yan didn't want to go to uncle's house, but Uncle strongly demanded that he should not refuse uncle's kindness.
Uncle's family lives in zijingyuan high-end community, and yanhuangguo treats civil servants very well. Uncle's deputy department level, with bonus and welfare, is also more than a million in a year.
"Dudu."
Song Yan knocks on the door of uncle's house.The door is opened by a young girl with a beautiful face and a tall figure. She finds that song Yan is standing outside the door, and she turns her head and leaves.
Her name is song Xue. She is her cousin. She is only in her early sixteen years old, but her height is over one meter and seventy-five. She is a typical model. It has to be said that the gene of the old song family is very good, the male is tall and handsome, and the female is tall and beautiful.
And song Xue is also a student of Shengye middle school. He is also a senior three. Compared with him, his grades are one by one, leaving him far behind.
I don't know if she was influenced by her aunt. Song Xue has always been very indifferent to her cousin. When she met him at school, she never said hello to him. Even if he did, song Xue would not pay attention to him.
Song Yan changed his shoes and looked around the living room, but he didn't find uncle. So he asked, "Xiaoxue, uncle, haven't you got off work yet?"
"The unit is temporarily occupied and will not come back." Song Xue responded coldly.
"Oh." Song Yan responds and wants to turn around and leave. He is under pressure to get along with his mother and daughter.
Ten minutes later, song Yan was holding a bowl and eating in silence. Yang Yanli, the eldest aunt, suddenly put down her chopsticks and said, "Song Yan, did you fight with someone?"
"Well." Song Yan nods in a dull voice. Unexpectedly, the eldest aunt knows about it. Will it be song Xue's complaint? Before school, he beat Xue Yuancheng and spread the story in the school.
"You're becoming more and more outrageous. Do you know how much your uncle spent to send you to the holy night middle school? Can't you save the dessert and don't smear it for him? "
"I see. I won't do it again." Song Yan's voice sank, but he felt inexplicably depressed.
After supper, song Yan left uncle's house sullenly, and his words of his mother's teaching echoed in his ears.
Walking on the way back to the dormitory, he was a bit more dazed in his eyes. He didn't know where his future was.
With his poor grades, even the worst junior college can't pass the exam, but he knows that if he is willing to talk, even if he is in trouble, he will find a way to send him to a good university.
However, he didn't want to bother him any more. In those days, the driver who killed his parents escaped. Until now, he hasn't been arrested and brought to justice. Therefore, he didn't get any money for compensation. Therefore, in these seven years, he spent money on food, drink, clothing and school. Perhaps because of this, the eldest aunt would be so disgusted with him.
He doesn't want to encumber him any more, let alone rely on others.
To tell you the truth, he also wants to read well and get into a good university, but he really is not the material for reading. He will feel dizzy when he touches the knowledge in the textbook.
"If only I were a school bully Just like that, when the college entrance examination is over, I will go to another city to work, and have the chance to repay my uncle's kindness! " Song Yan thought.
"Whoops, who hit me!"
All of a sudden, song Yan felt his head was smashed by something. Then he heard a "Ding" sound. A silver ring bounced from his head to the ground and rolled out for a distance before he stopped.
Bending over to pick up the ring, song Yan subconsciously looked around. This place is relatively remote, and there is no other pedestrian, so where did this ring come from?
From the sky?
The shape of the ring is very ordinary, it should be pure silver, there is no other pattern on the interface, only an Arabic number "1".
But looking at the "1" character, song Yan's spirit becomes trance, and there is a distant voice in his ear: "the galaxy ring is bound with the host song Yan successfully, and now it starts to activate..."
[author's aside]: here comes the new book. Everyone, collect it quickly.
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"Song Yan? Xue Shaoyou, please come with us! " Song Yan just came out of the classroom, two tall boys came face to face, holding their heads up and proudly said to him.
Song Yan is slightly shocked. Xue Shao is one of the four villains in the school. He seems to have no contact with him. What is he doing for himself?
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up!" Seeing him in a daze, one of the boys gave him a bad push.
"Well, I'll go with you." Song Yan nodded his head as if he were a yes man and followed two tall boys.
In the small tree forest beside the school playground, a boy with long hair stood with his hands in his trouser pocket and his back to song Yan, and two students who sandwiched song Yan in the middle respectfully said to him, "Xue Shao, we brought this boy here."
The boy with long hair turned around slowly, his eyes were a little sharp, and there was something cold and arrogant between his eyebrows. Suddenly, a trace of pondering appeared on the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his index finger to hook him: "Song Yan, do you know why you are here?"
Song Yan shook his head doubtfully: "I don't know."
Xue Yuancheng's mouth is more thoughtful: "slap yourself first, and then I'll tell you what's going on."
Wen Yan, song Yan's face slightly changed, and a chill flashed in his eyes. His low-key life in school does not mean that he can be bullied by others.
"Xue Shao, I asked myself that I didn't offend you. Did you do this too much?"
"What if it's too much?" Xue Yuancheng disdains to turn his mouth: "you are such a poor girl. I could kill a large movie with one less finger. Just now, I slapped myself twice. Now, I have changed my mind less. Kneeling and slapping myself ten times is a reward for you to talk back."
Song Yan stood in place and didn't move, but his eyes flashed annoyance. Xue Yuan City was very deceiving.
"Don't let Xue get down on your knees and still stand to make hair!" One of Xue Yuancheng's followers scolded song Yan for kicking him to the ground.
I can't stand it!
Song Yan is angry. He takes a step to avoid the attack and stares at him coldly: "don't force me!"
"Yo! I dare to hide. I'm very brave! " Wang Fei said cruelly. He rushed up to song Yan and slapped his hand up.
Xue Yuancheng put his hand back into his trouser pocket and looked at the scene with a smile. Both of his followers were good at fighting. Since Song Yan didn't know how to play, he made him suffer more.
In his opinion, Wang Fei was more than enough to deal with song Yan alone.
Seeing that Wang Fei's palm was about to fall on Song Yan's cheek, song Yan suddenly stepped back and avoided Wang Fei's palm. Then, he slapped it cleanly and hit the other side's cheek.
"Pa!"
A clear and neat slap sounded, and then saw Wang Fei stagger back a few steps, staring at Song Yan with unbelievable eyes. Unexpectedly, song Yan not only dared to fight back, but also gave him a slap.
The burning pain on his cheek made him angry and angry. His eyes were even redder: "I want to kill you!"
Then, Wang Fei roared, rushed to song Yan again, waved his right arm, and went straight to song Yan's cheek.
Seeing this, song Yan's eyes narrowed slightly and kicked out abruptly.
"Bang!"
Wang Fei, who was kicked in the middle of his stomach, responded and fell two meters away.
"Waste, even a poor silk can't clean up, you two go together!" Xue Yuancheng on one side cheered coldly.
Another attendant picked up Wang Fei and stared at Song Yan with a bad face, then rushed to him from left to right.
One punch still hit song Yan on the cheek, while the other kicked him between his legs.
"Dying!"
Song Yanqing drinks, flies out, straight to the middle of the two, two arms like two whips fly out.
"Bang! Bang! "
Two boys who were hit in the chest by his arm stumbled back, then fell to the ground, stroked his chest, feeling a little out of breath, and looked at Song Yan with more fear.
Song Yan looks back, stares at Xue Yuancheng, who looks a little frightened, and takes a step towards him.
"Stop, don't come!" Cried Xue Yuancheng.
But song Yan didn't notice. Then, he went to Xue Yuancheng, reached for his hand, grabbed him by the neck, slapped his face hard.
Let go of Xue Yuancheng, song Yan quit two steps, stared at him and asked, "say, why bother me?"
"You dare to hit me! Do you know who I am? " Xue Yuancheng did not answer song Yan, but looked at him bitterly.
Suddenly, song Yan stepped forward, clasped Xue Yuancheng's neck again, and gave him a few slaps with his left and right bow. The fierce light flashed in his eyes, forcing him to ask, "Xue Yuancheng, don't challenge my patience, say, why bother me!"
When touching the beast like eyes of song Yan, Xue Yuancheng felt a sense of fear: "yes Because to Fifi! "Hearing the name, song Yan looked slightly shocked. Unexpectedly, Xue Yuancheng appeared for Feifei. In his mind, a woman in a white dress with pure temperament like a lotus flower flashed.
Xiang Feifei, the temperament girl of the holy night middle school, is an art examinee. She seldom comes to school at ordinary times. Even so, there are many boys who adore her.
Song Yan still remembers that at the new year's Eve Party of last year's Shengye middle school, she played a zither to Feifei in a white suit. Her elegant, high and cold appearance was like a fairy coming out of the painting. That night, she almost conquered all the people present and left him a deep impression.
Yesterday, when he went downstairs, he accidentally ran down to Feifei. It seems that Xue Yuancheng is going to start for Feifei for this matter.
"You were asked to come to Fifi?" Song Yan looked at Xue Yuancheng and asked.
"No, no, I came by myself. Xiang Feifei didn't know about it."
Song Yan smiled and let go of Xue Yuancheng: "remember, don't provoke me if you have nothing to do in the future!"
After that, song Yan turned and left. Xue Yuancheng was a rich second generation, so he gathered a group of students around him, but he didn't pay attention to him.
Looking at the arrogant song Yan, Xue Yuancheng almost bit his teeth.
Shengye middle school, class 39, senior middle school.
Yan Weimin, the head teacher, walked into the classroom angrily and put the textbook on the desk. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the classroom became tense.
Yan Weimin's eyes fell on the last row of the classroom, a tall boy sleeping on the desk. His anger could not be suppressed any more. He shouted coldly:
"Song Yan, stand up!"
Song Yan stood up from his seat, rubbed his bleary eyes, looked at Yan Weimin blankly and said, "what can I do for you, Mr. Yan?"
Seeing the appearance of song Yan, Yan Weimin couldn't help getting angry and yelling: "I want to ask you what's the matter, why you fight, the teachers of class three came to visit you, your poor grades just drag on the whole class, and now even destroy the reputation of the class, I think you are becoming more and more hopeless."
As soon as song Yan heard this, he immediately understood that Xue Yuancheng had complained to his teacher, and he despised Xue Yuancheng.
"Song inkstone!"
Yan Weimin's voice was raised a few decibels, and his eyes were not good: "I will warn you for the last time, if you don't repent, I will definitely recommend to the headmaster that you be dismissed."
"I see." Song Yan replied with a low head.
"Sit down." Seeing song Yan's "rotten wood can't be carved", Yan Wei felt a deep dislike in the hearts of the people. He secretly decided that if the boy didn't know what to do, he must suggest to the headmaster to dismiss him.
"Yes."
Song Yan was seated again in response to the sound. He wanted to continue sleeping on his stomach, but after thinking about it, he still didn't touch old Yan's head again.
On the podium, Yan Weimin once again talked about the importance of the college entrance examination, so that everyone must carefully review and strive for a good university.
Song Yan, a 17-year-old native of Xiangcheng City, is a poor student in class 39 of Shengye middle school. He is not liked by his teachers, especially Yan Weimin, the head teacher.
His parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old. Now they live in the family of his eldest uncle song Shize. At present, he is the deputy director general of Xiangcheng Municipal Bureau of education and learning, and the deputy department level cadre.
In this way, the school can tolerate the existence of such poor students. Of course, he can enter the night middle school, which is the best in the city. Even in the famous middle school in Yanhuang country, uncle has made a lot of efforts.
To uncle, song Yan is grateful. Without him, he would not have been able to enter the night middle school with his poor scores.
In terms of food and clothing, and even pocket money, uncle never treated him badly. It was for this reason that he was extremely low-key in school and didn't want to cause more trouble to uncle.
However, it is difficult for him to regard the eldest uncle's family as his own, because there is a mean eldest aunt in his family.
When the eldest uncle is at home, the eldest aunt is always very kind to him. Once the eldest uncle is away, the other side becomes a cold face and attacks him with sharp words from time to time. He is in the age when he can't rub the sand in his eyes, so he is very disgusted with the eldest aunt.
After school, song Yan put his schoolbag in the dormitory and walked alone to uncle's house.
Today is Friday. There is no class tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
Yanhuang's Ministry of traditional Chinese learning and education has made it clear that schools should not take up weekend time to make up lessons. Once found, they will be fined heavily.
Therefore, even if the college entrance examination is only three months away, the school will have a holiday on time on weekends.
In fact, song Yan didn't want to go to uncle's house, but Uncle strongly demanded that he should not refuse uncle's kindness.
Uncle's family lives in zijingyuan high-end community, and yanhuangguo treats civil servants very well. Uncle's deputy department level, with bonus and welfare, is also more than a million in a year.
"Dudu."
Song Yan knocks on the door of uncle's house.The door is opened by a young girl with a beautiful face and a tall figure. She finds that song Yan is standing outside the door, and she turns her head and leaves.
Her name is song Xue. She is her cousin. She is only in her early sixteen years old, but her height is over one meter and seventy-five. She is a typical model. It has to be said that the gene of the old song family is very good, the male is tall and handsome, and the female is tall and beautiful.
And song Xue is also a student of Shengye middle school. He is also a senior three. Compared with him, his grades are one by one, leaving him far behind.
I don't know if she was influenced by her aunt. Song Xue has always been very indifferent to her cousin. When she met him at school, she never said hello to him. Even if he did, song Xue would not pay attention to him.
Song Yan changed his shoes and looked around the living room, but he didn't find uncle. So he asked, "Xiaoxue, uncle, haven't you got off work yet?"
"The unit is temporarily occupied and will not come back." Song Xue responded coldly.
"Oh." Song Yan responds and wants to turn around and leave. He is under pressure to get along with his mother and daughter.
Ten minutes later, song Yan was holding a bowl and eating in silence. Yang Yanli, the eldest aunt, suddenly put down her chopsticks and said, "Song Yan, did you fight with someone?"
"Well." Song Yan nods in a dull voice. Unexpectedly, the eldest aunt knows about it. Will it be song Xue's complaint? Before school, he beat Xue Yuancheng and spread the story in the school.
"You're becoming more and more outrageous. Do you know how much your uncle spent to send you to the holy night middle school? Can't you save the dessert and don't smear it for him? "
"I see. I won't do it again." Song Yan's voice sank, but he felt inexplicably depressed.
After supper, song Yan left uncle's house sullenly, and his words of his mother's teaching echoed in his ears.
Walking on the way back to the dormitory, he was a bit more dazed in his eyes. He didn't know where his future was.
With his poor grades, even the worst junior college can't pass the exam, but he knows that if he is willing to talk, even if he is in trouble, he will find a way to send him to a good university.
However, he didn't want to bother him any more. In those days, the driver who killed his parents escaped. Until now, he hasn't been arrested and brought to justice. Therefore, he didn't get any money for compensation. Therefore, in these seven years, he spent money on food, drink, clothing and school. Perhaps because of this, the eldest aunt would be so disgusted with him.
He doesn't want to encumber him any more, let alone rely on others.
To tell you the truth, he also wants to read well and get into a good university, but he really is not the material for reading. He will feel dizzy when he touches the knowledge in the textbook.
"If only I were a school bully Just like that, when the college entrance examination is over, I will go to another city to work, and have the chance to repay my uncle's kindness! " Song Yan thought.
"Whoops, who hit me!"
All of a sudden, song Yan felt his head was smashed by something. Then he heard a "Ding" sound. A silver ring bounced from his head to the ground and rolled out for a distance before he stopped.
Bending over to pick up the ring, song Yan subconsciously looked around. This place is relatively remote, and there is no other pedestrian, so where did this ring come from?
From the sky?
The shape of the ring is very ordinary, it should be pure silver, there is no other pattern on the interface, only an Arabic number "1".
But looking at the "1" character, song Yan's spirit becomes trance, and there is a distant voice in his ear: "the galaxy ring is bound with the host song Yan successfully, and now it starts to activate..."
[author's aside]: here comes the new book. Everyone, collect it quickly.
...
"Song Yan? Xue Shaoyou, please come with us! " Song Yan just came out of the classroom, two tall boys came face to face, holding their heads up and proudly said to him. Song Yan is slightly shocked. Xue Shao is one of the four villains in the school. He seems to have no contact with him. What is he doing for himself? "What are you waiting for? Hurry up!" Seeing him in a daze, one of the boys gave him a bad push. "Well, I'll go with you." Song Yan nodded his head as if he were a yes man and followed two tall boys. In the small tree forest beside the school playground, a boy with long hair stood with his hands in his trouser pocket and his back to song Yan, and two students who sandwiched song Yan in the middle respectfully said to him, "Xue Shao, we brought this boy here." The boy with long hair turned around slowly, his eyes were a little sharp, and there was something cold and arrogant between his eyebrows. Suddenly, a trace of pondering appeared on the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his index finger to hook him: "Song Yan, do you know why you are here?" Song Yan shook his head doubtfully: "I don't know." Xue Yuancheng's mouth is more thoughtful: "slap yourself first, and then I'll tell you what's going on." Wen Yan, song Yan's face slightly changed, and a chill flashed in his eyes. His low-key life in school does not mean that he can be bullied by others. "Xue Shao, I asked myself that I didn't offend you. Did you do this too much?" "What if it's too much?" Xue Yuancheng disdains to turn his mouth: "you are such a poor girl. I could kill a large movie with one less finger. Just now, I slapped myself twice. Now, I have changed my mind less. Kneeling and slapping myself ten times is a reward for you to talk back." Song Yan stood in place and didn't move, but his eyes flashed annoyance. Xue Yuan City was very deceiving. "Don't let Xue get down on your knees and still stand to make hair!" One of Xue Yuancheng's followers scolded song Yan for kicking him to the ground. I can't stand it! Song Yan is angry. He takes a step to avoid the attack and stares at him coldly: "don't force me!" "Yo! I dare to hide. I'm very brave! " Wang Fei said cruelly. He rushed up to song Yan and slapped his hand up. Xue Yuancheng put his hand back into his trouser pocket and looked at the scene with a smile. Both of his followers were good at fighting. Since Song Yan didn't know how to play, he made him suffer more. In his opinion, Wang Fei was more than enough to deal with song Yan alone. Seeing that Wang Fei's palm was about to fall on Song Yan's cheek, song Yan suddenly stepped back and avoided Wang Fei's palm. Then, he slapped it cleanly and hit the other side's cheek. "Pa!" A clear and neat slap sounded, and then saw Wang Fei stagger back a few steps, staring at Song Yan with unbelievable eyes. Unexpectedly, song Yan not only dared to fight back, but also gave him a slap. The burning pain on his cheek made him angry and angry. His eyes were even redder: "I want to kill you!" Then, Wang Fei roared, rushed to song Yan again, waved his right arm, and went straight to song Yan's cheek. Seeing this, song Yan's eyes narrowed slightly and kicked out abruptly. "Bang!" Wang Fei, who was kicked in the middle of his stomach, responded and fell two meters away. "Waste, even a poor silk can't clean up, you two go together!" Xue Yuancheng on one side cheered coldly. Another attendant picked up Wang Fei and stared at Song Yan with a bad face, then rushed to him from left to right. One punch still hit song Yan on the cheek, while the other kicked him between his legs. "Dying!" Song Yanqing drinks, flies out, straight to the middle of the two, two arms like two whips fly out. "Bang! Bang! " Two boys who were hit in the chest by his arm stumbled back, then fell to the ground, stroked his chest, feeling a little out of breath, and looked at Song Yan with more fear. Song Yan looks back, stares at Xue Yuancheng, who looks a little frightened, and takes a step towards him. "Stop, don't come!" Cried Xue Yuancheng. But song Yan didn't notice. Then, he went to Xue Yuancheng, reached for his hand, grabbed him by the neck, slapped his face hard. Let go of Xue Yuancheng, song Yan quit two steps, stared at him and asked, "say, why bother me?" "You dare to hit me! Do you know who I am? " Xue Yuancheng did not answer song Yan, but looked at him bitterly. Suddenly, song Yan stepped forward, clasped Xue Yuancheng's neck again, and gave him a few slaps with his left and right bow. The fierce light flashed in his eyes, forcing him to ask, "Xue Yuancheng, don't challenge my patience, say, why bother me!" When touching the beast like eyes of song Yan, Xue Yuancheng felt a sense of fear: "yes Because to Fifi! "Hearing the name, song Yan looked slightly shocked. Unexpectedly, Xue Yuancheng appeared for Feifei. In his mind, a woman in a white dress with pure temperament like a lotus flower flashed. Xiang Feifei, the temperament girl of the holy night middle school, is an art examinee. She seldom comes to school at ordinary times. Even so, there are many boys who adore her. Song Yan still remembers that at the new year's Eve Party of last year's Shengye middle school, she played a zither to Feifei in a white suit. Her elegant, high and cold appearance was like a fairy coming out of the painting. That night, she almost conquered all the people present and left him a deep impression. Yesterday, when he went downstairs, he accidentally ran down to Feifei. It seems that Xue Yuancheng is going to start for Feifei for this matter. "You were asked to come to Fifi?" Song Yan looked at Xue Yuancheng and asked. "No, no, I came by myself. Xiang Feifei didn't know about it." Song Yan smiled and let go of Xue Yuancheng: "remember, don't provoke me if you have nothing to do in the future!" After that, song Yan turned and left. Xue Yuancheng was a rich second generation, so he gathered a group of students around him, but he didn't pay attention to him. Looking at the arrogant song Yan, Xue Yuancheng almost bit his teeth. Shengye middle school, class 39, senior middle school. Yan Weimin, the head teacher, walked into the classroom angrily and put the textbook on the desk. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the classroom became tense. Yan Weimin's eyes fell on the last row of the classroom, a tall boy sleeping on the desk. His anger could not be suppressed any more. He shouted coldly: "Song Yan, stand up!" Song Yan stood up from his seat, rubbed his bleary eyes, looked at Yan Weimin blankly and said, "what can I do for you, Mr. Yan?" Seeing the appearance of song Yan, Yan Weimin couldn't help getting angry and yelling: "I want to ask you what's the matter, why you fight, the teachers of class three came to visit you, your poor grades just drag on the whole class, and now even destroy the reputation of the class, I think you are becoming more and more hopeless." As soon as song Yan heard this, he immediately understood that Xue Yuancheng had complained to his teacher, and he despised Xue Yuancheng. "Song inkstone!" Yan Weimin's voice was raised a few decibels, and his eyes were not good: "I will warn you for the last time, if you don't repent, I will definitely recommend to the headmaster that you be dismissed." "I see." Song Yan replied with a low head. "Sit down." Seeing song Yan's "rotten wood can't be carved", Yan Wei felt a deep dislike in the hearts of the people. He secretly decided that if the boy didn't know what to do, he must suggest to the headmaster to dismiss him. "Yes." Song Yan was seated again in response to the sound. He wanted to continue sleeping on his stomach, but after thinking about it, he still didn't touch old Yan's head again. On the podium, Yan Weimin once again talked about the importance of the college entrance examination, so that everyone must carefully review and strive for a good university. Song Yan, a 17-year-old native of Xiangcheng City, is a poor student in class 39 of Shengye middle school. He is not liked by his teachers, especially Yan Weimin, the head teacher. His parents died in a car accident when he was ten years old. Now they live in the family of his eldest uncle song Shize. At present, he is the deputy director general of Xiangcheng Municipal Bureau of education and learning, and the deputy department level cadre. In this way, the school can tolerate the existence of such poor students. Of course, he can enter the night middle school, which is the best in the city. Even in the famous middle school in Yanhuang country, uncle has made a lot of efforts. To uncle, song Yan is grateful. Without him, he would not have been able to enter the night middle school with his poor scores. In terms of food and clothing, and even pocket money, uncle never treated him badly. It was for this reason that he was extremely low-key in school and didn't want to cause more trouble to uncle. However, it is difficult for him to regard the eldest uncle's family as his own, because there is a mean eldest aunt in his family. When the eldest uncle is at home, the eldest aunt is always very kind to him. Once the eldest uncle is away, the other side becomes a cold face and attacks him with sharp words from time to time. He is in the age when he can't rub the sand in his eyes, so he is very disgusted with the eldest aunt. After school, song Yan put his schoolbag in the dormitory and walked alone to uncle's house. Today is Friday. There is no class tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Yanhuang's Ministry of traditional Chinese learning and education has made it clear that schools should not take up weekend time to make up lessons. Once found, they will be fined heavily. Therefore, even if the college entrance examination is only three months away, the school will have a holiday on time on weekends. In fact, song Yan didn't want to go to uncle's house, but Uncle strongly demanded that he should not refuse uncle's kindness. Uncle's family lives in zijingyuan high-end community, and yanhuangguo treats civil servants very well. Uncle's deputy department level, with bonus and welfare, is also more than a million in a year. "Dudu." Song Yan knocks on the door of uncle's house.The door is opened by a young girl with a beautiful face and a tall figure. She finds that song Yan is standing outside the door, and she turns her head and leaves. Her name is song Xue. She is her cousin. She is only in her early sixteen years old, but her height is over one meter and seventy-five. She is a typical model. It has to be said that the gene of the old song family is very good, the male is tall and handsome, and the female is tall and beautiful. And song Xue is also a student of Shengye middle school. He is also a senior three. Compared with him, his grades are one by one, leaving him far behind. I don't know if she was influenced by her aunt. Song Xue has always been very indifferent to her cousin. When she met him at school, she never said hello to him. Even if he did, song Xue would not pay attention to him. Song Yan changed his shoes and looked around the living room, but he didn't find uncle. So he asked, "Xiaoxue, uncle, haven't you got off work yet?" "The unit is temporarily occupied and will not come back." Song Xue responded coldly. "Oh." Song Yan responds and wants to turn around and leave. He is under pressure to get along with his mother and daughter. Ten minutes later, song Yan was holding a bowl and eating in silence. Yang Yanli, the eldest aunt, suddenly put down her chopsticks and said, "Song Yan, did you fight with someone?" "Well." Song Yan nods in a dull voice. Unexpectedly, the eldest aunt knows about it. Will it be song Xue's complaint? Before school, he beat Xue Yuancheng and spread the story in the school. "You're becoming more and more outrageous. Do you know how much your uncle spent to send you to the holy night middle school? Can't you save the dessert and don't smear it for him? " "I see. I won't do it again." Song Yan's voice sank, but he felt inexplicably depressed. After supper, song Yan left uncle's house sullenly, and his words of his mother's teaching echoed in his ears. Walking on the way back to the dormitory, he was a bit more dazed in his eyes. He didn't know where his future was. With his poor grades, even the worst junior college can't pass the exam, but he knows that if he is willing to talk, even if he is in trouble, he will find a way to send him to a good university. However, he didn't want to bother him any more. In those days, the driver who killed his parents escaped. Until now, he hasn't been arrested and brought to justice. Therefore, he didn't get any money for compensation. Therefore, in these seven years, he spent money on food, drink, clothing and school. Perhaps because of this, the eldest aunt would be so disgusted with him. He doesn't want to encumber him any more, let alone rely on others. To tell you the truth, he also wants to read well and get into a good university, but he really is not the material for reading. He will feel dizzy when he touches the knowledge in the textbook. "If only I were a school bully Just like that, when the college entrance examination is over, I will go to another city to work, and have the chance to repay my uncle's kindness! " Song Yan thought. "Whoops, who hit me!" All of a sudden, song Yan felt his head was smashed by something. Then he heard a "Ding" sound. A silver ring bounced from his head to the ground and rolled out for a distance before he stopped. Bending over to pick up the ring, song Yan subconsciously looked around. This place is relatively remote, and there is no other pedestrian, so where did this ring come from? From the sky? The shape of the ring is very ordinary, it should be pure silver, there is no other pattern on the interface, only an Arabic number "1". But looking at the "1" character, song Yan's spirit becomes trance, and there is a distant voice in his ear: "the galaxy ring is bound with the host song Yan successfully, and now it starts to activate..." author's aside: here comes the new book. Everyone, collect it quickly. ...
