Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

Yan Ran made trouble.

I beat people in the corridor, smashed them with stools, and smashed people's heads.

This matter was quite serious, and the principal came.

The boy's clothes were stained with blood.The red mole on the tip of the nose is green, the pale and thin mandible is graceful like the lines in a painter's hand, and bright red blood is flowing from the hand, but he doesn't care.

She stood there indifferently, her brows and eyes were drawn down lazily, making it hard to see clearly.

Coupled with the unfriendly aura on his body, even if he looks good, the students next to him can't help avoiding him.

Among the crowd, Shen Tang's face turned pale, and his eyes rested on the young man timidly and uncontrollably.

The friend next to him was still saying, "I think that kid surnamed Li is just looking for a spanking. He touched you just now, sprayed shit on his mouth, and hasn't brushed his teeth in several lifetimes. This kind of person deserves a spanking."

Shen Tangzhi's face blushed silently.

Even when the headmaster came over, the boy's face didn't change.

The headmaster was very aggressive, and stared at the thorny head with a headache, "Yan Ran, you really don't make people worry!"

Later, Yan Ran was taken to the office, and after an hour came out, he acted like a normal person, doing what he should do, lying on the table to sleep.
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Yan Ran doesn't like living in the dormitory very much, but this time it's really a big mess, and she doesn't want to go back and be scorned by someone, so she plans to live in the dormitory.

The dormitory environment in No. [-] Middle School is very good, with all the necessary facilities, but Yan Ran doesn't like to live with several people, it's too crowded, so he arranged a dormitory for two, although he was still reluctant, but he didn't say anything, after all Did not live often.

As soon as Yan Ran entered the dormitory, she was shocked by how clean it was.

Without him, it is really too clean, almost to the point of being spotless, everything is placed neatly, even the angles are the same, it is the level that even the obsessive-compulsive disorder is comfortable to look at.

Yan Ran expressed that it looked very comfortable, and lay down on the bed without hesitation, took out a few packs of snacks, and turned on the game console.
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After Song Wenjing finished class, she packed up her things and went back to the dormitory. Before the key was inserted in the lock, the door opened slowly. Before she could go in, a strange and gorgeous hoarse voice came from inside.

What he said was vulgar.

"Damn it, your eyes look like eyes, don't you see such a big living person?"

Song Wenjing suspected that he had gone wrong, took a step back and looked at the house number, it was indeed his dormitory, his eyes turned slightly cold, and he pushed the door open.

On the lower bunk lay a boy playing games with his legs crossed. The takeaway boxes were left on the table casually without cleaning them up. The smell was a bit heavy.

And Yan Ran didn't notice that there was one more person in the dormitory at all, she was obsessed with playing games, and she was cursing, as bad as it sounds, it's unbearable.

After finishing the game, Yan Ran lazily raised his eyes to take a look.

The boy is tall, wearing a blue and white school uniform with almost no wrinkles, and the muscles on his body can be seen faintly.

In particular, he has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a very handsome face, which seems to be very attractive to girls.

His appearance has always been a bit "difficult to mess with". He is 1.8 meters five and taller than many people in the school.

The deep eyes stared at the person with inexplicable oppression.

"Things, pack them up."

His voice was a little low and hoarse.

Yan Ran doesn't have OCD, and he will clean it up, after all, she is also very careful about personal hygiene, but when the boy speaks in that commanding tone, Yan Ran gets upset again.

The slender and cold fingers rested on the chin, and the light-colored lips were gradually dyed. He pulled his lips and sneered, "Isn't it you who do this kind of thing?"

Arrogant to the extreme.

Song Wenjing's lips pursed into a sharp straight line.

The two confronted each other silently for a long time, but Yan Ran got impatient and got out of bed. When passing by Song Wenjing, he deliberately bumped Song Wenjing's shoulder, provocatively.

But Song Wenjing was not taken seriously by the other party's little strength at all, and his body was as motionless as a hard stone.

Yan Ran tidied up his things, but he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and bumped the neat books on Song Wenjing's desk.

Yan Ran turned her head and smiled without any sincerity, "I'm sorry."

Song Wenjing frowned, and raised her hand to tidy up the books.

The slightly protruding veins on the boy's arm did not look vulgar, and he was superior in stature.He has a good figure, looks strong and handsome overall, and breaks through the masculinity that shouldn't be at this age.

At night, Yan Ran was lying on the bed, playing games and turning on the microphone, and the sound of crackling gunshots was startled, and the swearing and obscenities were constantly coming from the phone.

Yan Ran's swearing is very vicious, and the eighteen generations of his ancestors had to come out and scold him again. He was so angry that he reported repeatedly to the other side, and then he was forced to shut down the microphone before he calmed down for a while.

Song Wenjing listened to English words with earphones on, and did her homework without distraction, without being disturbed at all.

Although the two are classmates, they have never spoken to each other.

One is a good student praised and appreciated by the teacher, and the other is a thorn in the head of the teacher who has a headache and is helpless.

Although it was the first time getting along, it was not very pleasant.
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The sun shone through the thin clouds and shone on the earth, spreading a piece of golden light and exuding heat.

After running the morning exercises at a neat pace, many boys are already sweating.

The bald headmaster walked up to the stage, looked at the many students on the playground, with a tense face, took the microphone and said a few nonsense, before getting to the point, he notified the few people who were fighting in the school in a serious tone , because it was Yan Ran who made the first move, she was punished to write a [-]-word self-criticism and read it out on stage.

Li Bin, with a bandage on his head, gritted his teeth, with jealousy in his eyes, he was beaten so badly, and Yan Ran just wrote those few words of self-criticism lightly, and just read it perfunctorily.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Ran walked onto the stage lazily. She was also wearing a blue and white school uniform, but she felt different from ordinary people when she put it on. Outside, people don't feel thirsty.

He took out the crumpled review book from his pocket, took the microphone, and gave two test voices, the gorgeous and loose voice passed through the eardrum.

The half-closed eye ends, and the blue blood vessels behind the ears are fragile and sick.

She also has a pair of very beautiful hands with well-defined and skinny knuckles, slender and neat, holding a microphone, like a singer holding a guitar.

It didn't look like someone came to read the review, but like a superstar came to perform in a group, but there was a large group of people booing below.

This time, Brother Yan is a scumbag la la la la