Fast Wear: on the Correct Posture of Counterattack

Xingyun's life in the next few days went well, and no one came to trouble her. Even if somewhat isolated, Xingyun enjoys herself.

Even He Chuan only spoke to her occasionally. Most of the time, he followed Jiang Yan between classes and didn't know where to go, and often skipped classes.

If the school bully is good in class, is he still called a school bully?

Xingyun didn't care about those troubled teenagers, even if Qizai talked about the wild system in her mind every day, Xingyun ignored it.

Unless they are in the same class at school, there is not much contact between two strangers.

And the other party is in the first class of the college entrance examination. As a student hired by Jiarui with a lot of money, Guo Qian is very popular among teachers and classmates.

Guo Qian's mood has been very bad recently. Not to mention that she has failed two missions. The most important thing is that the selection of the school beauties has not resulted in a long time.

The Jiarui Forum was very arguing. The supporters of the former school flower Shengyuan found Guo Qian's previous photos and said that the other party must have undergone plastic surgery. What qualifications do they have to compare with their beautiful and grown-up Yuanyuan?

They, Yuanyuan, come from a good family and know how to play the piano and dance. Where can pheasants dare to compare with her?

People who like Guo Qian say that people are kind-hearted and smart, and they are still academic masters. This is the real way to open the school's beauty.

The two gangs are fighting for land. Those who support Sheng Yuan are all from the international class, while those of Guo Qian are all from the college entrance examination class.

Soon, the competition for the school beauty turned into a contest between the international class and the college entrance examination class, and no one was willing to admit defeat.

Xingyun was so immersed in the joy of learning that she didn't know what she was messing with.

In the original owner's life, Guo Qian successfully rescued Jiang Yan, who was stabbed by a knife. Later, when choosing the school beauties, because Jiang Yan opened her mouth, Guo Qian did not encounter any obstacles to becoming the new school beauties.

On Saturday afternoon, she was on vacation after class, and as soon as Xingyun got home, she was pulled aside by Mother Meng.

"Minmin, how are you going to school these days?"

"pretty good."

"Then, did anyone bully you?"

Xingyun was surprised, why did she suddenly ask her if she was bullied at school?

"No, my classmates are very friendly, what's wrong?"

Hearing Xingyun say this, Mother Meng breathed a sigh of relief, but the worry on her face became heavier.

"Yesterday, when your brother came back, his face was swollen and he seemed to be injured. He wouldn't say anything if you asked him, and he would lose his temper if he asked too much. Your father called the teacher and asked the teacher. The teacher said he didn't know, but your father said If he doesn't learn to fight at school, I'm afraid someone at school will bully him."

Thinking of her own experience, Xingyun probably guessed what the other party encountered.

During dinner, Xingyun found that Meng Sixue's left face was indeed swollen, his forehead was bruised, and his eating movements were a little awkward.

Noticing Xingyun's scrutinizing eyes, Meng Sixue glared at her, "What are you looking at!"

"How did you talk to your sister!"

Dad Meng slammed the dinner table, "I spent so much money to send you to study, and you fought with others in the first week of school?!"

Meng Sixue threw his rice bowl on the table, turned around and ran upstairs.

Dad Meng suddenly got up and wanted to scold again, but was stopped by Mom Meng. Grandpa Meng and Grandma Meng were also persuading him, so he finally persuaded Dad Meng.

At night, a figure sneaked downstairs, got into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and started to eat.

After closing the refrigerator and turning around, Meng Sixue was startled by the person who suddenly appeared at the door of the kitchen, and almost cried out.

After finding out that the person was Xingyun, Meng Sixue patted his chest and whispered, "You are sick! You can't walk without making a sound!"

"I thought there was a thief at home, but I didn't expect—"

Xingyun glanced at the food in his hand, "I didn't expect it to be a little mouse."

Meng Sixue's face turned red, and stared at Xingyun fiercely, "This is my house, what's wrong with me getting some food?! It's up to you!"

"up to you."

Meng Sixue snorted coldly, bumped into Xingyun and walked out.

"Have you been beaten so badly?"

Meng Sixue froze for a while, then turned around abruptly and said, "Who said that! They are also miserable, okay?"

"real?"

Meng Sixue wanted to say what you know, but when he remembered the way Xingyun beat someone the day he went to school, he swallowed it again.

Xingyun didn't ask him why he was fighting, but asked, "They said you were a nouveau riche?"

Meng Sixue pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak. It was more than that. There were even worse words, but he didn't want to tell Xingyun.

"Tsk, what's wrong with the nouveau riche?"

ha?

Meng Sixue looked at Xingyun in shock and confusion. Didn't she hate people calling her a nouveau riche before?

She also cried several times because of this incident.

Now you actually say what's wrong with the upstarts?

Your brain isn't broken, right? !

Xingyun leaned against the door and asked him, "Do you like the current life or the past?"

Needless to say, of course it is now, who would want to live a poor life!

Although Meng Sixue didn't answer, Xingyun understood what he meant.

"Isn't that true, if you don't become a nouveau riche, how can you live your current life? Besides, with so many people in the country, do you know how many people want to get rich overnight? It takes luck to become a nouveau riche, and Luck is a kind of strength, and our family has become a nouveau riche with strength, which is something to be proud of."

Meng Sixue: "..."

Is it something to be proud of to be a nouveau riche?

Meng Sixue felt that he had to re-understand the meaning of pride.

"Okay," Xingyun straightened up and walked upstairs past Meng Sixue, leaving a sentence: "It's shameful to fight like this, get up at six o'clock tomorrow morning and exercise with me."

Seeing Xingyun's back disappearing on the stairs, Meng Sixue frowned.

That guy didn't sneer at him like he used to, but he actually asked him to get up early to exercise with her?

Thinking of Xingyun's neatly beat up a dozen people that day, Meng Sixue's heart that originally wanted to be the opposite was hesitant.

Why not... try it?

Early the next morning, Xingyun saw Meng Sixue who had packed up and was standing in front of her door with a straight face, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

When the two came back from running around the community twice, Grandpa Meng was squatting in the yard to water his small vegetable garden.

Grandpa Meng was very happy to see the two brothers and sisters, who had always had a lukewarm relationship, come back from exercising together, and even dragged Xingyun to see the growing small vegetable seedlings.

When she returned home the second Saturday, Xingyun still found that Meng Sixue was injured, even more serious than last week.

Xingyun didn't ask anything, she only taught him some fighting skills, and then asked him to stick to physical training.

In the third week, Meng Sixue returned home with her injuries as usual, but she had a smug look on her face, and she was not angry even if she was scolded by Meng's father.

When Xingyun returned home, he took Xingyun and started to talk about how he beat up those few people this time to the point of crying, and he was very content with his words.

After he finished speaking, Xingyun gave him a fluttering glance.

"Are you very proud?"

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