Who can I compete with?

"Fang Yan, you are just like your waste father, you can only hide like a mouse in Tibet for the rest of your life, if I guess correctly, the lame security guard at the gate of the paper mill is your father, right?" Seeing Fang Yan's

back stop in place, I don't know why, Gao Feng's hair stood up, and there was a burst of uneasiness in his heart.

Over the years, the father of the dialect has worked hard enough to manage this not complete home, and he should no longer bear the name of waste.

"What did you just say?" Fang

Yan turned around, slowly approaching the peak.

"I said—"

Before Gao Feng could finish speaking, a scream came from the hallway.

Fang Yan's eyes were surging with madness, and grabbing Gao Feng's collar was a fist to the flesh, and this thin man seemed to have infinite strength. Gao Feng, who was a head higher than him, did not have the slightest strength to parry, and in the midst of screaming, he scolded: "Camel, why are you still standing with a pen, beat him to death for Lao Tzu, I will carry it if something happens." No

one understands what Gao Feng meant? Why did this dialect, which was still not angry even after being teased by countless people in the cafeteria, and had a good temper, rushed towards Gao Feng like crazy after hearing this.

Bang, bang!

Gao Feng was beaten back again and again, and Su Yu screamed and ran to the classroom. The appearance of the dialect frightened many girls, and the camel's face was constantly changing, hesitating, not daring to start.

His appearance is so terrifying, he abandons everything, and he doesn't want any consequences at all.

Everyone has their own bottom line, and when the bottom line is not touched, even if it is on his head, it is fine, but once the bottom line is touched, it may be just because of a sentence that will make a person fall into madness. The camel knew that Gao Feng's taunt had gone too far and touched the bottom line of the person in front of him.

In normal times, just one sentence, the dialect will not pay attention to it at all.

But the camel couldn't watch Gao Feng being beaten, who knew if the crazy dialect would do something out of control, and hurriedly beckoned the people of the ninth class to hug the dialect. Three or four people failed to pull the dialect away from Gao Feng's body, and looking at those eyes, Gao Feng began to be afraid.

Several people hit the classroom from the hallway, and Fang Yan kicked the peak, lifted the stool and threw it at him.

Whew....

Gao Feng held his head and kept shouting.

With a bang, the stool fell apart, and Fang Yan picked up the foot of the stool and continued to greet Gao Feng.

"Why are you stunned, hurry up and go back to pull, if you fight again, something will happen.

Su Yu finally woke up from his fear, and hurriedly opened his mouth to the rest of the frightened boys in Class 9, and all of a sudden, seven or eight people rushed to Fang Yan, and they could press him to the ground.

"Gao Feng, you idiot, do you know that there are some things that you can't say?"

Su Yu's face turned pale, blaming Gao Feng for stimulating the dialect.

Fang Yan struggled violently, and in the frightened eyes of everyone, he pushed away the seven or eight people who went to pull the rack. The incident in Class 9 alarmed many students who were resting, and after Song Xiaonuan heard this, he hurriedly ran to the second floor, and just saw Fang Yan riding on Gao Feng's body, and his fists rained down.

Song Xiaonuan's heart was cold, and she rushed behind Fang Yan regardless of it, and hugged him from behind: "Fang Yan, stop."

"Don't you know that Gao Feng's relatives are from the top of the school? If you don't want to study, you have to think about your father, who knows that he will die of sadness." "

Good.

Song Xiaonuan touched Fang Yan's head, and the latter's heavy panting voice slowly calmed down, and his hands hung down weakly. Because of a violent dialect, in the end, it was also calmed down because of a sentence. Seven or eight people couldn't hold the dialect, but it was Song Xiaonuan who touched his head, and the whole person quickly returned to his previous calm.

Half an hour later, the school leader's office.

A

bald man with glasses slammed it the table: "It's all the other way around, dialect, do you know how long your father worked hard to send you to the third middle school?

He is Gao Feng's brother-in-law, watching his nephew being beaten so much that he can't even recognize his own mother, and Gao Feng's family called and cried just now that he must deal with the matter seriously and refuse to reconcile in private.

Fang Yan lowered his head and did not speak from beginning to end, and if he was given another chance, he would still do it.

"Do you know what the consequences are?"

asked the sheriff aloud.

Fang Yan spoke: "I know, I was forcibly dropped out of school." The

sheriff shook his head and said, "No, dropping out of school is not serious, you are now over sixteen years old, and the worst result is that you are likely to be sent to a juvenile detention center because of this." I wondered, do you left-behind children always like to make trouble? Let me tell you, I don't think you need to study, you might as well drop out of school early and find a job, and your dad won't be too tired, you know what I mean?"

Suddenly, a-for-tat voice came from outside the office: "Director, everyone knows that you are Gao Feng's uncle, isn't it a little unfair for you to handle this matter." Although Fang Yan did something wrong, he was not ordered to drop out of school and sent to a juvenile detention center, right?"

The door of the office was pushed open, and An Yanyu, who was wearing a teacher's OL uniform, walked in, pulled Fang Yan down behind her, looked directly into the eyes of the security director, and said: "I just heard that there was an accident in Class 9 and rushed back, and I went to the hospital to take a look at Gao Feng, all of them were skin injuries. Director, I will handle the affairs of Class 9, can you leave it to me?"

Fang Yan opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry Teacher An, I will fight the things I caused myself." "

Shut up.

An Yanyu turned around and scolded Fang Yan.

"Do you know what you've done? Carry it alone, can you bear it?" An

Yanyu's eyes were red and swollen, obviously she had just cried before that. Things at home gave her a big blow.

The sheriff's tone softened: "No matter what, he was the one who hit people first, and the matter is not easy to handle."

An Yan's tone softened, and she stood in front of the security director in a low voice, pleading: "Director, Fang Yan is still a child, and he is not sensible. What's more, things are not as bad as we imagined, if you let him drop out of school and enter a juvenile detention center, his life will be completely ruined. I am sure that you, as the Sheriff Officer, will handle this matter fairly, he is still young and needs a chance. If

it weren't for An Yanyu's intercession, Gao Feng's uncle would have already thought of a way to deal with dialects, but now that the head teacher of Class 9 is intervening, things are not easy to handle.

He is quite concerned about An Yanyu's background, although something has happened to her family now, as long as the connections are still there, sooner or later she will make a comeback. Moreover, the person who cheated the money has been caught, and all assets have been frozen by the bank, so if nothing else, there will be no big incident at An Yanyu's family.

After some hesitation, the security director had a gloomy face and said, "Okay, you are the head teacher of Class 9, and you will handle the follow-up matters." "

A thousand unhappy things in his heart.

An Yanyu took Fang Yan's hand, turned around and walked out of the office.

"Teacher An

, I..." Fang Yan's mouth was full of wry smiles, of course he knew what trouble he had caused?

An Yanyu, who looked haggard, smiled and comforted Fang Yan, and said: "It's okay, there is a teacher here, I'll help you pawn it, this time it's okay." I went to the hospital to help you say some nice things, after all, Gao Feng is also my student, and he agreed to forgive you. But don't have a next time, no one will be able to help you next time.

Perhaps, this is the charm of An Yanyu, she is the same to every student in Class 9.

Fang Yan was grateful, nodded and said, "Teacher An, I owe you a favor, don't worry, I will change it."

An Yan was stunned for a moment, and scolded with a smile: "Little fart, what about kindness? Why do you still promise to each other, but it's a pity that you are too young." "

Let's go, take you to the hospital."

An Yanyu entered the parking lot with dialect, she drove a high-end Audi sedan, the car was filled with a fragrance that is unique to women, dialect took a deep breath, and her tense body gradually relaxed.

After a pause, Fang Yan asked, "Teacher An, can I trouble you one more thing

?" An Yanyu said, "Say, what's the matter?"

Fang Yan said: "You also see, I don't have a good relationship with my classmates in Class 9, and I want to change classes."

"Which class do you want to go to, I'll try to get it for you, it's not a big problem. After

a short period of getting along, Fang Yan found that the people in the first class were easier to get along with, and compared with other classes that excluded non-local students, it was indeed much better.

Without thinking about it, he said, "One class."

An Yanyu smiled charmingly, turned her head to look at Fang Yan, and asked with a smile: "Fang Yan, the teacher found that there is a master in Class 9, and he takes the teacher to play the ranking every night, who do you say that person is?"

Fang Yan was stunned, pretended to be confused, shook his head and said: "What master, I don't know, Teacher An, you can go and ask other students."

An Yanyu's smile became more and more charming: "The teacher is also curious, when did Class Nine have a master, so I checked it in the group and found that the QQ number was just added, who do you say it would be?"

Anyway, he doesn't admit it, and An Yanyu can't do anything?"

"The teacher will have a birthday soon, and no one will accompany the teacher, I hope that the teacher can rush to platinum tomorrow night, and it will be regarded as a birthday gift from that classmate to the teacher, am I right, Xiaohuahua." The

last sentence, An Yan's words are meaningful, Xiaohuahua, isn't it her name for the ID of a flower in the crotch?

Fang Yan smiled: "Teacher An, you are so good to the classmates of Class 9, I believe someone will give you a gift."

An Yanyu's bright eyes looked at Fang Yan: "Oh, the teacher is looking forward to it, are you going to take the teacher to platinum?" Fang Yan didn't

speak again, closed his eyes and began to rest, without An Yanyu, he not only had to drop out of school but also be sent to the juvenile detention center, this favor is a little too much.

Bandaged from the hospital, An Yanyu sent the dialect home, and the latter opened the LOL hanbok on the computer, logged in to the account, and the ID was the second Wxiao in the Hanbok.

Dialect opens the friends list, and the friend Faker shows that he is in the game.

Wxiao: faker, do me a favor.

The other side replied almost instantly: Where have you been all this time? Our genius is finally here, you guy rarely asks for help, say, as long as I can do it, I can do anything.

Ten minutes later, Fang Yan opened the QQ list, and there was an English avatar in it, and the name was Scarra.

If there are high-end players in the United States, you will definitely find that this avatar is Scarra, the former first person on the ladder. It's just that he has been pulled down by Wxiao from the glorious throne of the first place in American clothing.

Wxiao: Scarra, Wouldyoupleasedomeafavor?