Time is the sand in his hand. Tang Xian never felt that time would pass so quickly. In the blink of an eye, a week passed. This week, the relationship between him and Fu Xiaoxiao and Qian Xu was much better than in his previous life. He also had some friends in his class. The situation was completely different from the cold and miserable person in his previous life.

On Monday morning, Tang Xian was sitting in his seat reading. The hard work of Mr. Tang studying this week has fallen below the eye of many people. However, when he saw the second-year junior high school geometry textbook held in Tang Xian's hand, everyone felt that this guy was really not an ordinary person. He seemed to really plan to study hard, but wasn't it too late to work hard at this time?

During this week, Tang Xian was called into the office by many teachers, just because this guy didn't skip classes, but he never did homework. The hot-tempered geography teacher wanted to kick Tang Xian, but Tang Xian's 176-year-old big man stood there, and the slightly short geography teacher couldn't make a move.

There is no way. Even though Binhai No. 1 Middle School has a rigorous style, because these junior high school students are about to face the entrance examination, they will leave school once this year, and no teacher wants to make more trouble at this critical moment. Otherwise, those naughty and unwilling to accept discipline will give a stick or block a carport and vent their bicycles. This will be unbearable.

The corridor was noisy, sometimes cheering and sometimes awesome. Tang Xian turned his head and looked at it and happened to see Xiao Wu flashing away while stepping on the drift board.

Since seeing the pair of drift boards made by Tang Xian, it took Xiao Wu a week to shaking and learn to slide. Although the image of bent down and sticking out his butt is quite funny, it cannot stop the return rate brought by this exercise. It has been two consecutive days. As soon as the get out of class is over, this guy will show off in the corridor with the board.

Wen Lan sat on the podium to prepare lessons. This is not good at the third grade of junior high school. Every teacher will do as much as possible. If you encounter two classes together, there is basically no rest time. Once the teacher sits on the podium, no one dares to go out.

Tang Xian has put a bunch of drawing tools on his desk. He has reviewed the geometry knowledge of the second grade of junior high school, and even made a whole book of Huanggang exercise books at each stage. You should know that when you mention the word Huanggang these days, it is simply gritting your teeth. Many knowledge points require divergent thinking. Often, even a good student can get more than 85 points in the 100-point test questions.

Tang Xian is very stubborn. He often can't even get back what he wants to do. Since he wants to review, he has really worked hard these two weeks. It's no exaggeration to say that these two weeks have passed like a dog, but the only benefit is that seeing Tang Xian is so tired at night, Zhou Muyue will take the initiative to help Tang Xian massage Tang Xian. I have to say that his godmother's massage technique is very authentic. This comfortable and busy life is extremely fulfilling. Tang Xian gradually transitioned from the early stage of rebirth, and accepted this reality calmly.

Tang Xian likes Jing Ying, and this matter seems to have been accused by the whole class. There is no way. Tang Xian has been studying for two weeks for a long time, and in the eyes of others, he seems to be transferred from Jing Ying for fear that he will not win the agreement. Master Tang is really unreasonable.

There was a rustling sound in front of the classroom door, and a naughty boy suddenly shouted: "Tang Xian, someone is looking for him."

Tang Xian looked up in shock, MB, who is so bold? Didn’t you see the head teacher sitting on the podium? Turning his head, Tang Xian’s expression only showed a smile and unexpected appearance.

After Wen Lan's almost scrutinized gaze, Tang Xiancai smiled and said to the small and cute girl in front of him: "You still take it seriously..."

"Keep your word."

Standing in front of Tang Xian was Dai Chen. The pretty girl in Fu Xiaoxiao's class, with a high ponytail, a starfish hairpin on her black and shiny hair, and a pair of pink and white sneakers under her blue and white school uniform. She looked like a flower in her bud, especially her pink and tender skin, which always makes people want to take a bite.

Dai Chen opened his big eyes, and Tang Xian couldn't accept it. This girl was so cute. She was not the same type as Fu Xiaoxiao and Jing Ying. The two girls were both pure and beautiful, which was fascinating and unpaid, but Dai Chen had a cuteness that they didn't have.

A cute goddess.

Dai Chen took out a white headphone, which was a special headphone for Sony Walkman. There were two pink earbuds and cotton on the earbuds, and a dust cover on the shiny copper-plated socket. It was obviously a newly bought one.

Such an original headphone is not cheaper than a Walkman, Tang Xian felt a little embarrassed. Seeing Dai Chen spread his hands and smiling at him, Tang Xian paused before picking it up and said with a smile: "Do you have time tonight? I'll treat you to a big meal, thank you..."

It's a pity that this is the first time Tang Xian was chased by a girl in middle school. Especially the quality of this girl who pursued is still very high, and her pretty and cuteness makes many boys envious and jealous.

"Okay...I want to have spicy hot pot."

Dai Chen squinted his eyes and smiled. Among his tender red lips, white teeth as white as weaving shells made people excited.

Above the facial features, the sexiest organ of a woman is her lips. Tang Xian, a guy with a super high aesthetic, had to give Dai Chen a high score.

"You can support me."

Tang Xian smiled, then waved his hand: "See you after school."

“See you after school.”

Dai Chen nodded with his little hand on his back, and turned around when he saw Tang Xian walk into the classroom, and left on the floor tiles one by one.

When Tang Xian returned to his seat, the boys and girls around him looked at him, which really made Tang Xian feel a little embarrassed.

"Okay, the target transfer is quite fast?"

The deskmate Xu Qin smiled at Tang Xian with a hint of grim smile: "But Dai Chen is quite beautiful."

"Sister, don't gossip like this, okay? Just classmates. You say this to insult our pure friendship..."

Tang Xian continued to open the boring Huanggang test questions, bit the pen and think, but said, "I will graduate in one year. I have to go to high school even if I fall in love, okay?"

"Ahem..."

Wen Lan walked into the corridor like a ghost. She happened to hear Tang Xian's words and coughed. When Tang Xian raised her head, she gave him a fierce look with her wonderful eyes.

This guy is really thick-skinned. He is dating in high school? Is that a minor?

Many teachers saw Tang Xian’s homework in class during this period, but it was difficult to interrupt. On the one hand, many students who were not good at studying in the third year of junior high school were given up. Tang Xian’s middle and lower reaches were not good. In addition, he repeatedly skipped classes before, and Tang Xian was also classified as a abandoned student by the teacher.

On the other hand, Tang Xian was able to review his homework so seriously, which made the teachers feel a little relieved. In their opinion, as long as Tang Xian didn't whisper in class, snore and fart when he didn't sleep.

The whole day passed like this, ordinary and full of rules. Although it was fulfilling, it was inevitable that there was no trace of dullness. In a few days, everything that happened today would be forgotten and no slight turbulence could be seen in my mind.

Most of the people in the classroom left, and Jing Ying also packed her schoolbag. The girl was always calm. She packed her schoolbag and didn't hurry out like other students. In a minute or two, no one was short of it, but many people were happy to catch up.

Tang Xian also packed his desk, threw his books in the drawer, and his schoolbag had been covered with a layer of dust. Tang Xian had never changed a schoolbag in three years in middle school.

Tang Xian lowered his head and was looking for the headphone cable in the desk. Jing Ying sat in the seat with her schoolbag in her arms. Suddenly, she saw several boys rushing into the classroom, holding the bench legs in her hands, and rushing towards Tang Xian without saying a word.

"Hello."

In a hurry, Jing Ying reached out to pat Tang Xian. Tang Xian came to his senses and a fat boy slammed the leg of the bench.

"Fuck your mother..."

Tang Xian was startled and stretched out his arm to block it. Suddenly, a severe pain came, and his right arm could no longer be exerted.

Tang Xian was not afraid of fighting, and had never caused trouble in three years in middle school. Today, the stick was inexplicably caught. However, it was the stick that aroused Tang Xian's bloodiness. He cursed, then stood up, his body was short and he bumped into the fat man's arms. Two boys behind him also surrounded him. Tang Xian's fierceness had been aroused, and his right hand was lifted up with numbness in pain, and then grabbed a boy's hair, and then he slapped the boy's cheeks heavily on the table.

“I bought a watch last year…”

Tang Xian frowned and felt hatred in his heart. These little kids were so tired of living that they would have hit the head if they hadn't blocked one arm.

Tang Xian has good physical fitness. If he disrupts the fight, a pair of three teenagers will not be a big deal. However, being attacked at this moment, one arm is basically useless now. Seeing the other two boys smashing them with sticks, Tang Xian could only avoid the edge.

He smiled bitterly in his heart. No matter how smart he is, he would never have thought that he would be forced to retreat by the three little bastards at this moment.

"I'm so mama..."

Tang Xian wanted to hide, but the three and a half-year-old boys couldn't catch up even if they were exhausted. Master Tang had been playing parkour for more than ten years. Under the conditioned reflex, the three boys couldn't even get their hair.

The paralyzed right hand gradually recovered a little bit of consciousness. Tang Xian picked up a bench and was about to fight back. A loud curse suddenly came from the door of the classroom. Then Tang Xian saw Xiao Wu pick up a stool and smashed it across four rows of tables from a distance.

When Class 3 and 5 started fighting, it basically spread all the classes. After hearing this, Qian Xu called his usual buddies and rushed over.

When it comes to popularity in school, even ten Tang Xian is not as good as Xiao Wu. This kid is straightforward and has a good intestine. He does nothing but consequences. He can help his friends. With a good family background, he is basically the domineering of the third year of junior high school.

The situation was not unexpected. The three boys who came out of nowhere were recognized by Xiaowu's parents who were abused by more than a dozen people. In the end, Tang Xian called Xiaowu and asked the fat boy who had just swung his stick, "Brother, we have no grudges, right?"

The fat boy was planning to hold on, and a boy next to him who was even one line taller than Tang Xian said, "You wait, Jun'er won't spare you..."

He didn't dare to say a few harsh words, but he also revealed his origin.

"Jun'er? Which one?"

Tang Xian frowned in confusion, but after thinking for a while in his memory, he asked uncertainly: "Chen Mingjun?"
Chapter completed!