Became the school flower's deskmate

  "Chen Hongwei, you're quite bold, aren't you? You even dare to expel the person I sent!" Just as Yang Dagen was scolding himself for being too harsh, a bald old man appeared at the classroom door.

  A middle-aged male teacher named Chen Hongwei, as soon as he saw the old man at the door, his face turned pale like a frost-bitten eggplant. Oh no, it's all over now. He didn't expect that this little scoundrel who beat him up was brought by Principal himself.

  "Principal, you'd better evaluate this fairly. Although this student was brought by you, that doesn't mean he can be so arrogant and hit people at will. Look, my face is even bleeding."

  Chen Hongwei cried and distorted the facts, in front of many students, pushing all the main responsibilities onto Yang Dagen's body, naturally bringing a wave of contemptuous glances. This kind of behavior is still considered a model for others?

  "Damn it! This guy is even more shameless than me!" Yang Dagen was speechless, and somewhat admired Chen Hongwei.

  But for Chen Hongwei, this is nothing, he is the head of the grade, holding the power to decide the life and death of the third-year high school students, dominating the school with an aura of prestige, who dares to challenge him.

  In desperation, he would rather be shameless in front of the whole class just to get the principal's recognition. After all, if he offended the principal for this, it wouldn't be worth it, and he didn't want to be removed from his director's chair before he even sat firmly on it.

  One thing can bring down another; one school's leader holds the power of life and death.

  "Is that so?"

  The principal cast a disgusted glance at Chen Hongwei, then changed his expression and looked kindly at Yang Dagen.

  Chen Hongwei's heart sank halfway as he listened, and he looked at Yang Dagen with a pleading expression, afraid that he would say something wrong.

  The students below also looked up with anticipation, hoping that Yang Dagen would take the opportunity to bite hard and bring down the unpopular Director Chen, so that he wouldn't continue to bully them.

  Unfortunately, Yang Dagen didn't catch the drift of his classmates' intention. He nodded towards the principal, "The blood on his face is a miscommunication between us. He threw the blackboard eraser at me, I caught it and then threw it back to him, but he didn't catch it..."

  It's enough to teach him a lesson, why make things so absolute? Yang Dagen thought in his heart. Then, he glanced at the most beautiful girl again, who was caught off guard and blushed bright red, hastily lowering her head.

  Alas, a handsome man has no choice, just arrived and already been ogled by beautiful women!

  Caw caw......

  "Little Chen, you go to the school infirmary to deal with your wound first, and let the students review freely for this class." The principal didn't know what was going on with Chen Hongwei, so he said a sentence to him, then turned his head to look at Yang Dagen.

  "Haha, this student is quite interesting, small but with great ambitions, has a bright future!"

  Without the principal saying more, Chen Hongwei also felt that he had no face to continue staying in the classroom, his shame was evident to all, and he immediately slunk away downstairs.

  The principal pulled Yang Dageng onto the stage and introduced him: "This is Yang Dageng, a student who has transferred from another school. Everyone welcome."

  Clap! Clap! Clap!

  This awesome classmate came and beat the grade director, and also made them have a free activity class "meritorious", the whole class still gave face, applause was very warm.

  The principal glanced around the classroom and finally pointed to an empty seat, saying: "Yang, you sit there, I'll have someone bring your books over later."

  Yang Dagen took a glance and suddenly felt happy. The person sitting next to that seat was none other than the prettiest girl who had secretly been stealing glances at him earlier.

  "Good!" responded, Yang Dagen strode over in big steps.

  Someone suddenly became anxious, and a classmate with a sly look in the back row stood up, "R-reporting to the principal, he can't sit there."

  "This classmate, tell me, why can't Yang sit?" The principal looked at the student with a somewhat unpleasant expression, as someone dared to openly defy his authority.

  Yes! You little brat, tell me clearly! Yang Dagen stood still in his tracks, also looking at that classmate with discontent.

  "That is the seat of Sports Committee member Liang Xiaoming."

  That classmate stammered and said.

  Actually, everyone in the class knows that Liang Xiaoming has been occupying that seat all along because he likes the school flower who sits next to him, and he is also a notorious bully in school with a powerful family background, feared by everyone.

  And this guy who speaks for Liang Xiaoming is called Hu Biao, uneducated and untalented, a loyal dog leg of Liang Xiaoming, often bullying other classmates by relying on Liang Xiaoming's backing, many people can't stand it, but with Liang Xiaoming supporting him, no one dares to do anything to him.

  The principal, though unclear about the situation, became even more infuriated and loudly said: "Hmph, with only two months left before the college entrance exam, there are still people who don't attend classes on time. Tell him that when he comes back, he'll have to move to the back of the classroom himself."

  Since the principal said so, the sly and cunning classmate had no choice but to sit down with a sullen face. However, a pair of eyes were still staring at Yang Dagen with ill intentions, humming, let you enjoy it for now, wait until Brother Ming comes back, you'll be in for it.

  "Thank you, Principal. I will study hard and not disappoint you." Having gotten a good deal, Yang Dagen showed off his style, and under the envious eyes of all the male classmates, he sat down beside that little beauty.

  "Hehe, you're Su Zige, right? Your grades were great on the last monthly exam. I hope you can help out our new student Yang a lot. His grades are pretty good too, and since you two sit together, you can learn from each other." The principal said with a smile.

  "Uh-huh." Su Ziqian's face turned red as she softly murmured in agreement.

  The principal nodded and smiled, saying that everyone was free to review, and then walked out of the classroom.

  The girl's voice is very pleasant to listen to, like the sound of an oriole. It also makes Yang Dagen's heart flutter. She is beautiful and has a beautiful voice, which is the kind he likes!

  "Huh? Wait a minute, Su Ziqin? She's called Su Ziqin?"

  Yang Dagen's body suddenly shook, and he turned his head to look at the beautiful girl sitting next to him. The fantasies that had risen in his heart instantly dissipated.

  She, she is the Su Ziyun she has been looking for! The poor girl who was harmed by herself and lost her parents, whose family declined and wandered away... how did she get through these years, what was her life like...

  For a moment, his heart was in turmoil, filled with deep remorse, overflowing Yang Da Gen's entire chest. At this moment, he had no intention of flirting with beauties, only thinking about how to make up for her loss, although those things could not be compensated.

  Su Ziying pretended to lower her head and look at the book, pretending to be calm, but in fact her heart was racing wildly. She didn't even understand why herself. Even though Yang Dagen stared straight at her with a gaze that was identical to Liang Xiaoming's, this time she wasn't angry at all, instead she was very curious about him, feeling that he was different from the usual male classmates.

  It's different, of course it's different. Although Yang Dagen is only 19 years old, he has experienced the baptism of gunfire and slaughter in the dark world, his mental age, as well as his unique temperament and demeanor, are not something that these high school kids can compare to, even though he is also a kid of this age.

  "Don't look at me like that..."

  Su Ziying finally couldn't withstand Yang Dagen's motionless gaze, and with a surge of courage, she coldly rebuked him.

  Although it's a reprimand, the voice is as soft as a mosquito's hum, a gentle whisper that makes one's heart flutter and soul stir upon hearing.

  "Alright, I won't look." Yang Dagen turned his head away, and in his heart, he couldn't help but sigh. There were still girls like this in the world - so pure and elegant, as clear as plain water. With just one sentence, she could hook a person's soul away. When she grew up, she would be even more formidable.

  After a while, Su Zijun saw Yang Dagen staring blankly ahead and not speaking, thinking he had said something wrong, so he moved the math textbook to the middle of their desks and whispered: "Don't be angry, let's take a look together."

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