Now, there are even fewer people in the school who dare to provoke the third class of Yuan Yun.

He beats people without blinking, his fists are fast and ruthless, and there is a kind of extremely suppressed violence under his handsome face. Those who have been beaten by him lie down, and no one wants to court death.

Although Jing Yizhi also knew him, he was completely different from him.

Therefore, all the classmates in the class turned their attention to persuading Rong Wan not to sit here - not to be damaged by the poor students.

These people both fear and hate Yuan Yun, and in Rong Wan's eyes, it is very unpleasant.

He took out the steaming breakfast in his schoolbag and put it on the table, then put the schoolbag in, and said with a faint smile: "What does it matter, I won't mess with him, he won't touch me, you all leave. Well, the head teacher should be here later."

Qiu Yaru seemed to want to dissuade him, but Liao Yu also frowned and said, "Yizhi, this can't be guaranteed, I advise you to change your seat, haven't you seen no one sitting next to him? Because he seems to be sick. , I beat Wang Zixuan from the competition class last semester, and they didn't provoke him."

Rong Wan frowned, just wanted to say how did you know that Wang Zixuan didn't provoke him, do you know the truth? The classroom suddenly fell silent.

The person who was talking about "seems to be sick" stood at the door of the classroom, holding a schoolbag in one hand, soaked all over and expressionless on his face.

The class was dead silent for three minutes, watching the living Hades walk back to his place.

Qiu Yaru hurried back as early as the first time.

And Liao Yu's face turned pale, his heart was extremely guilty, and he was more afraid. Before Yuan Yun came over, he immediately whispered "goodbye" to Rong Wan, and quickly slipped back to his seat with the soles of his feet.

Rong Wan raised his head and looked at Yuan Yun as he walked over with an expressionless face. The tips of his jet-black hair were still dripping into his neck, standing in front of him staring at him.

The seventeen-year-old protagonist's face has not changed much from the previous life, except that it is greener and less angular. But the tight edge and sharpness that radiated from the whole body are exactly the same, there is a kind of loneliness that is almost to the bone, it is exactly that person, but there is no memory of the previous life.

But he kept staring at Rong Wan.

- Recognize me? What are you staring at me for? Like a fool, Rong Wan's heart beat faster.

Yuan Yun didn't move, and seemed really impatient, and slammed his fingers on his desk.

It was only after Rong Wan realized that his position was by the corridor, and his position was by the window. If he did not let him go, he could not enter.

Rong Wan quickly stood up, let him go to the corridor, and then watched Yuan Yun sit in his own seat, without looking at himself the whole time. After sitting down, he took out the textbook and exercise set from his schoolbag. He didn't respond to the outside world at all, and began to write the questions coldly.

Everyone else in the class was watching, and they all sweated silently for Rong Wan. The position is not good, and they have to be at the same table with the living Hades. Maybe it's because the school grass has a different brain circuit and wants to give it a smooth ride. Looking for some excitement in life?

But then, something more exciting came.

They saw that the school grass took the hot soy milk, hot fried dough sticks, and even yogurt on the table. In short, there were a lot of breakfast in the plastic bag. After wiping off the slight water stains with a paper towel, he carefully pushed it towards the living King of Hell. past.

"Breakfast, do you want to eat it?" Rong Wan asked, astringent and sour in his heart.

Chapter 38

On a September day, the wind and rain were raging outside, and the head teacher, Lao Lin, was 15 minutes late.

After finishing the new semester handbook and talking about summer homework, the whole process is fast and never stops, occasionally interspersed with two sentences "It's only one year left in the second year of high school, little brats, don't cheer up, I plan to move bricks for others after graduation. Can't you wait until you go to college to play, some colleges are for girls, and some are time to play games!"

Under such nagging, Rong Wan kept staring at the breakfast placed on Yuan Yun's table. The hot soy milk was completely cold, and the soup dumplings were stuck in the bag and staggered.

Forty minutes have passed, and Yuan Yun didn't touch it.

Even the eyelids didn't lift up.

Rong Wan knew that he didn't eat breakfast, because he had no money, and he only had enough money to eat the most frugal lunch in the cafeteria, so he asked Father Jing to stop halfway and went down to buy him breakfast. Not only do want to give him breakfast today, but want to buy him breakfast tomorrow, the day after, and for the next two years.

But here comes the problem, Yuan Yun didn't even look at him at all, and he could only take out the trash can for breakfast.

Rong Wan pondered over and over in his heart, afraid that he would not be able to eat because of his high self-esteem, so he lay on the table, covered his face with a book, leaned over, and whispered, "I really don't eat it? I didn't buy it for you, just I just bought too many, so I distributed a few copies to my classmates, and the first few classmates all have them.”

The classmates in front listened to the school cursing at the back and thought, "Fuck, there is a fart."

Yuan Yun ignored it, and didn't even stop writing the question for half a minute. Rong Wan, who was chirping beside him, was just an automatic player.

Rong Wan looked at his indifferent profile.

It felt like he was closing himself in an iron box, the iron box was cold, he ignored anyone, and he wouldn't let anyone spy on him. Just sitting here, not saying anything or doing anything, the whole person exudes an extremely cold and sharp aura, no wonder the whole class is afraid to approach.

That's it.

Rong Wan thought to himself, little unlucky devil, don't eat his breakfast now, be careful and warn me later.

But Yuan Yun's brain is very good, and the problem-solving idea is very fast. Rong Wan glanced at the questions for a while, and checked the answers at the back of the homework, and found that his auxiliary lines were different from ordinary people. He didn't need to swipe a few straight lines to get up the ruler, and the answer came out in a short while. All right. The steps are neater than the answers.

Rong Wan stared at him, he regarded Rong Wan as air.

In this case, Rong Wan's gaze on him became even more unscrupulous, and finally fell on his hand. His knuckles were fair and slender, his fingernails were neatly trimmed, and he held the pen in a standard and handsome posture. A deep bloodstain ran from the tiger's mouth to the back of the hand.