Lu xiuche is very angry and fights. When does Lu xiuche fight with others, he also depends on whether the other party is free, and he has to make an appointment with him?

He should be the same as before. Now he should punch and kick the boy named Yue Tingfeng to death.

The new comer even dares to contradict him.

But it doesn't matter. Because of this, he can't be reckless. He'll have a look at this smelly boy What's the origin, what's the route.

Lu xiuche, who would never compromise with others, said after he was angry: "well, today, as you are new here, I will give you a few days to prepare. This weekend, I will make you regret to transfer to this school."

Yue Tingfeng nodded: "OK, I see. Can you sit down?"

Lu xiuche

He said so with a sense, if other students have been scared down, this is good, even let him stand in his way.

"You wait, you wait for me."

Yue listened to Feng nodding, "well, many people have said these words to me. They are quite familiar with them."

Lu xiuche really wants to beat people now, but he just promised Yue Tingfeng to wait until the weekend. Moreover, his father said that he should not beat people in the classroom at least in the future. Otherwise, if he wants to beat people, he should leave the classroom, or he will be cut off later.

Therefore, Lu xiuche still had to hold back his efforts and sneer: "at the weekend, I'll see how you cry."

Yue Tingfeng nodded: "well, I'm also curious about what I look like when I cry."

Lu xiuche

Yue heard what Feng said is true. It seems that he hasn't cried for many years.

He really forgot what he looked like when he was crying, so he really wanted to see him. It was not a deliberate provocation, but a real desire to see him.

just as they were going together, the bell rang.

Yue listened to the wind and sighed, "look, you're not going to class."

Lu Xiu Che cold hum, class in, "class, make me angry, even if class, no one can stop me beat you."

Yue Tingfeng shook his head: "you can't do this..."

Lu xiuche sat down and patted the table: "who can't?"

Before Yue Tingfeng opened his mouth, the teacher of this class came.

English, a young man in his twenties, looks like a student who hasn't been out of school for a long time. He seems to be new to this school. He hasn't been here for a long time. When he came in, he saw Yue Tingfeng sitting next to Lu xiuche. What he had said stuck in his throat.

He looked at Yue Tingfeng in amazement, and his expression was almost the same as hell.

Yue listened to the wind and sighed. It seems that all the people who saw him sitting there today will look like this.

After a while, the English teacher still did not respond, the monitor whispered a few words "teacher..."

The English teacher finally responded and cleared his throat: "cough Students in class.... "

Maybe it's because I'm young and I haven't been used to the world yet. It took my English teacher nearly 10 minutes to get back to normal and give lectures without stuttering.

But he still doesn't dare to see Lu xiuche or Yue Tingfeng.

in the middle, Yue listens to Feng very carefully. No matter what little actions Lu xiuche makes next to him, he can be indifferent, as if he has completely shielded the people next to him.

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today he has been sleepy, writing very slowly, and the rest is still writing

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