"I" Zhao Kuo raised his head and glanced at Wen Lan, then quickly lowered his head.
In the battle started by him today, he has already failed.
He has failed completely.
He has failed completely.
He has failed in a mess.
He has failed beyond redemption.
He was a little angry, a little heartbroken, and more of a sense of shame and fear after a tragic defeat.
He is dropping out of school He was forced to drop out of school by a handsome boy who was so powerful that he looked like a monster.
Being forced to follow the same old path again by a skinny boy who he thought could be crushed with a fist.
He is ashamed Hearing Wen Lan's question and seeing Wen Lan's puzzled expression, he found it difficult to speak.
He gritted his teeth and glanced at Ye Mo bitterly, then fell silent.
He was thrown badly those few times, but he was rough and thick-skinned, and he has recovered now, but his whole body is still very painful and weak.
He wanted to take a good nap, hoping that when he woke up, he could forget today's nightmare.
However, reality dealt him fatal blows one after another.
"Teacher, I know why."
A familiar voice sounded next to his ears.
Zhao Kuo didn't need to turn around to look, he knew it was that damn horse-faced classmate.
"Feng Xiaoma, tell me."
"Zhao Kuo was beaten up by Ye Mo" Feng Xiaoma spoke very loudly, very relieved, and very excited, as if Zhao Kuo was his inferior: "Ye Mo is really awesome.
I admire him so much.
A coward like Zhao Kuo should be in pain."
"Have a meal" "Nima" Zhao Kuo was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
The body that had just recovered was almost breathless.
If he hadn't been so weak now, he would have definitely rushed over and maimed that damn horse.
"oh" Wen Lan became even more confused.
He looked at Ye Mo and said, "Ye Mo, you and Zhao Kuo had a fight."
"Um."
Ye Mo nodded.
"You are going to participate in the competition tomorrow.
How can you fight at such a critical period?"
Wen Lan scolded him at first, then his face changed, and he asked with concern: "Are you injured?
Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup and see if you need to take leave?"
"What the hell" Zhao Kuo was so angry that his face turned into a flying face.
He lay on the table and covered his ears, too lazy to listen anymore.
He was afraid that if he continued to listen, he would go crazy and be driven crazy by these unreasonable lunatics and fools.
"No.
Thank you, Teacher Wen.
I'm fine."
Ye Mo waved his hand.
"real" Wen Lan was a little skeptical.
In her eyes, Ye Mo is a somewhat frail and silent student.
Although he has recently shown unparalleled ancient prose ability, she would never think that a weak student like Ye Mo would be the tall and strong Zhao Kuo. opponent "Of course it's true" Feng Xiaoma became louder and louder: "I saw with my own eyes that Zhao Kuo was defeated by Ye Mo three times, five times and five times two times, Teacher Wen.
If you don't believe it, ask other students."
"Um."
Wen Lan nodded, frowned and looked at the classmates who were sitting upright: "Is this true?"
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"this" Everyone was silent.
Silence is default.
After Wen Lan understood this, her heart was filled with waves that were a little unimaginable and a little unbelievable to her.
She took a deep breath, calmed down, and looked at Ye Mo and Zhao Kuo: "You two, come to my office after school."
"Teacher Wen, I think Zhao Kuo doesn't need to go."
Feng Xiaoma stood up again and shouted loudly.
"Feng Xiaoma, what do you mean by that?"
"Teacher Wen, Zhao Kuo has personally promised that he will drop out of school."
"Drop out" Wen Lan frowned and looked at Zhao Kuo: "Is this true?"
Zhao Kuo covered his ears and didn't hear anything.
It wasn't until a classmate next to him pushed him that he raised his head impatiently and looked at Wen Lan: "What?"
"You're going to drop out of school"
"Who said that?"
"You can tell yourself" Feng Xiaoma said loudly: "Zhao Kuo, you won't break your word, will you?"
"Feng Xiaoma" Zhao Kuo looked at Feng Xiaoma and said word by word: "Don't force me."
"Why do you still want to hit someone?"
Feng Xiaoma looked at Zhao Kuo with a sneer: "In addition to bullying those who are weaker than you, who else do you dare to bully?
I'm not afraid of you.
If you have the guts, come here and give me a try."
"You are shameless" Knowing that he was seriously injured, they still fought "Okay, shut up."
Seeing the two people's endless bickering, Wen Lan scolded loudly: "Read your book quickly.
If you have anything to do, we can solve it after school." "" A fight gradually disappeared in a fire Time passed in the blink of an eye, and the fourth period of class was over in a blink of an eye.
When it was time to get out of school, many students packed their schoolbags and started to leave.
Zhao Kuo limped out of the classroom empty-handed and walked towards the distance without looking back.
No matter how Du Ming called, he ignored him.
"He is somewhat self-aware."
Feng Xiaoma looked at Zhao Kuo walking away, walked quickly to Ye Mo who had just packed his schoolbag, and looked at Ye Mo with gratitude: "Ye Mo, thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for teaching that lunatic a lesson for me."
"You don't need to thank me.
If Zhao Kuo hadn't provoked me, I wouldn't have beaten him."
"Even so, I still want to thank you."
"Um."
Ye Mo nodded, turned around and took two steps, then suddenly turned to look at Feng Xiaoma: "Are you rich?"
Feng Xiaoma was stunned for a moment, then said hastily: "Yes."
"How many" "Let me see."
"Yeah.
Give me as much as you have." "" In the end, Ye Mo borrowed fifty yuan from Feng Xiaoma.
He had a total of seventy-five yuan.
Ye Mo left him dozens of yuan for food and took the rest.
You know, he is penniless and has no money to eat.
I hope Xuanxuan can win the prize in tomorrow's ancient Chinese prose competition, so that she won't have to worry about food and clothing in the next period of time.
Thinking of this, Ye Mo tried to call Xuanxuan a few more times, but there was still silence and no response.
What happened to Xuanxuan?
Ye Mo was a little worried.
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He looked up at the big clock on the top of the classroom.
It was eleven fifty.
It's ten minutes until twelve o'clock.
Yesterday was supposed to be the time to transform, but at that time he was sinking into Tian'er's world Now I don’t know if anything will happen if I transform alone later.
A trace of worry flashed in Ye Mo's eyes.
But even if something goes wrong, he must change Xuanxuan never responded.
If she didn't come and take a closer look, God knows if she had already No, how is that possible?
absolutely impossible Ye Mo comforted himself and was about to walk out of the classroom and walk to a quieter place to transform.
Unexpectedly, a beautiful figure flashed in front of his eyes, and then his hand was wrapped by a pair of warm jade hands: