Wulin No.1 Middle School: Chapter 1

The scorching summer has come to an end, and there is a hint of coolness in the air. Many people put on a loose school uniform jacket over their thin short sleeves.

As soon as the National Day holiday is over, the students of Wulin No. 1 Middle School have to calm down and return to campus.

"The law of universal gravitation was proposed by Newton. This is a law of interaction between objects. Any two objects in nature attract each other. Gravity is one of them. What about its formula..."

In class, the physics teacher is tirelessly reviewing this point for everyone, especially when he sees everyone listening to his class very seriously, he feels a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction spontaneously.

As expected of a class A student.

Wulin No. 1 Middle School is divided into six classes, ABCDEF and ABCDEF, according to their grades. Of course, the important teachers tend to be in Class A.

Originally, he didn't lead this class, but the former physics teacher suddenly took a long vacation before the National Day to see the psychiatry department, so he was asked to substitute for the class.

"Student, what do you want to ask?" The teacher smiled kindly.

The boy sitting in the first row has a straight posture, with a look of curiosity: "Who is Newton?"

Physics teacher: "...?"

"If the gravity of the earth meets our leader's Pingsha Tayan, is it still useful?" The boy asked again.

"What lord? What Pingsha stepping on swallows?" The physics teacher frowned.

"Leader, just show this gentleman your lightness skills, what does it mean to step on the sand like a flat ground, and step on a swallow like a bird!" The boy turned his head and looked at the boy in the last row of the classroom by the window with admiration, "Frustration!" This is the majesty of Newton!"

Physics teacher: ... Newton's coffin will not be able to hold it down.

"That's right! President, you should do it!"

"What kind of **** is this? Why should we listen to this old guy?"

"Newton sounds very powerful, we might as well make some friends, Brother Song, how do you think this matter should be handled?"

"Quiet, quiet, quiet, don't you even know who Newton is? You idiots!" As soon as the physics teacher finished yelling, he suddenly felt a murderous aura, no, it was a murderous aura—

The eyes of many students changed, sharp as a blade, as if they wanted to peel off his flesh.

"Everyone, wait a minute..."

At this moment, the boy in the last row raised his head from the book, his face was cold, his eyes were dark and distant, he glanced around indifferently, and then fixed his eyes on the teacher, "He is our teacher now, isn't he?" An undercover agent sent by the demon sect."

With an order, everyone resumed their friendly faces.

The physics teacher was silent, and quickly figured it out. He suspected that this group of students read too many martial arts novels during the holidays, and now they are learning novels to form cliques. But this group of high school students are all tall and big, so they can't be head-to-head, otherwise they will become unlucky.

He noticed that this group of secondary school students seemed to listen to the tall and handsome boy's orders, and wiped off his cold sweat: "You are really the worst class A students I have ever taken care of, who is the monitor, come out to control discipline. "

"It's me." The boy in the last row lazily stood up and announced his family name, "Song Zhaolan."

"Oh, it's you, sit down first." The physics teacher heard about this person's name and was admitted to Wulin No. 1 Middle School with the first place. next name."

"It's me." Song Zhaolan stood up again.

"Sit down." The teacher said, "Who is the disciplinary committee?"

Just as Song Zhaolan was about to stand up, the teacher gestured for him to sit down: "Forget it... Where is the English class representative?"

Song Zhaolan didn't stand this time, and replied directly: "Here."

The teacher endured and endured, and didn't want to bear it anymore: "Why are you even the representative of the English class?"

"No talent, thank you all for their recommendation, the class leader you want is me." Song Zhaolan said modestly.

"..." The teacher was speechless, "There are so many learning tasks, you can't do it alone."

At this time, more than a dozen students clasped their fists together and shouted loudly: "I am waiting for the leader of Song Dynasty to send me anytime, I am so heartbroken!"

teacher:"......"

The other students roared with laughter, and one of them said with a smile: "Teacher, now you know why the last teacher went to the psychiatric department!"

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the teacher took the textbook and hurried to the head teacher to report the situation.

And those dozen boys and girls all gathered around the last table.

"Leader, this place is dangerous, how can we go back?"

"I'm not familiar with the place here, and my appearance and identity are different. It's really lucky to meet you all."

"What Master Yu said is true."

"Amitabha, since we have come, we will be safe. Since we came to this place, it must be due to fate. We might as well observe for a while, maybe we can find a way to go back."

Everyone started discussing with one glance at me.

They were originally martial arts knights, and before the battle between the good and the evil, they needed to elect a new leader. After losing to Song Zhaolan one by one, he was appointed as the leader of the alliance, and they joined forces to besiege the lair of the Demon Cult.

When the two sides were fighting for life and death, suddenly, dark clouds billowed, thunder bursts, the sky seemed to be torn open by someone, and golden light let out, bringing them all to this place.

Song Zhaolan said to the bald head, "Master Mingdeng said it is true, everyone should get used to life here first."

Everyone nodded and looked around and out of the window, feeling the environment of the new place, as well as the sympathetic and funny eyes of other people in the classroom.

There are people coming and going in the corridor, in twos and threes, in groups, smiling and talking.

"Have you heard? The people in Class A drove the teacher crazy again, hahaha!"

"It's really amazing, class F downstairs just drove an English teacher crazy, hurry up and see what's going on!"

The corridors upstairs and downstairs were extremely lively, and other students ran around in a hurry, even the birds in the bushes were disturbed by them.

A plump white pigeon flew out from nowhere and circled in the air several times, attracting the attention of the students, who all lay down on the railing and waved at it.

"Cuckoo." The white dove flapped its wings, circled around for a while, and finally landed on the window sill of Class A, "Cuckoo."

A slender hand grasped its chubby body, took off the small bamboo tube tied to its leg, and a small roll of paper fell out of it.

Write eight characters on it - three quarters of the unitary hour, see you in the grove.

"A letter from the Demon Sect." Song Zhaolan said quietly.

As soon as these words came out, they immediately fell silent.

Xue Canming, a young disciple of Qingtong Sect, who was in the first row to ask the teacher questions, looked at the paper and smiled: "At the third quarter of the unitary hour, everyone, get ready, this time we must take down these thieves!"

Everyone clasped their fists together: "Yes!"

In the last class, Xue Canming sneaked to sit next to Song Zhaolan, planning to discuss with him how to duel later.

Seeing Song Zhaolan burying his head in the painting with a serious face, he leaned over to look: "Master, what are you painting?"

Song Zhaolan signaled him to watch for himself.

Xue Canming took a closer look, it was a yellow round cake, and there was two words written on it as a note—egg tart.

"what is this?"

"It's delicious." Song Zhaolan said, "I ate it in the cafeteria yesterday."

"The beef noodles in the cafeteria are also delicious." Xue Canming said.

"Really? At which window?"

"The third one from the left... Wait, I'm here to discuss a duel! Leader, do you think it's better for us to fight alone or attack in groups?"

Song Zhaolan thought for a while, then frowned: "Nonsense, the third one on the left obviously sells hot and sour noodles."

Xue Canming: "..."

I'm sorry, he forgot about the position of leader, everyone used several meals to coax Song Zhaolan into it.

With a casual glance, Xue Canming's eyes suddenly stopped, and he stared out of the window.

Song Zhaolan looked sideways, and saw a man standing by the back door at some point. His face was exposed through the small square window, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and slightly high cheekbones. He looked like a demon in Shura Hell, who could eat a person in one bite. .

And those dark and terrifying eyes were staring at their every move.

This person is none other than the head teacher of the famous Class A.

Appearing around the classroom from time to time, his whereabouts are unpredictable, his eyes are fierce, and he observes everyone who makes small moves.

Under such a majestic and terrifying gaze, Song Zhaolan and Xue Canming slowly lowered their heads.

Xue Canming couldn't help thinking silently: If the homeroom teacher could appear in their arena, what a good teammate he would be. With just one look, he could suppress the Demon Sect!

Finally, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the teacher was about to drag the class, when suddenly this group of people stood up in unison and rushed out.

Let's say there are no rules, they kept a good formation even when they escaped.

"Hey, come back! I'll talk for another two minutes, just two minutes, it's definitely not procrastinating!"

 …

Wulin No. 1 Middle School has a long history and is surrounded by green trees. The small forest is located on the southeast side of the campus. It is overgrown with bushes and towering trees.

Just after class was over at this time, a large group of people suddenly poured in.

Headed by Song Zhaolan, a dozen or so people carefully observed the surrounding environment, beware of someone using hidden weapons.

At this time, a leaf floated down with the wind and landed firmly on Song Zhaolan's head.

"Leader, be careful of hidden weapons!" Xue Canming guarded beside him vigilantly.

Song Zhaolan raised his hand, grabbed the leaves, raised his eyes lightly, and looked towards a certain direction in the forest.

"Did you find us?" said a man in the forest.

"Nonsense, can a tree block your fat body?" A lazy voice sneered.

Hearing this voice, Xue Canming's fighting spirit was ignited: "Yu Tingfeng, if you have the ability, come out and decide the outcome. Come out, don't hide inside and keep quiet!"

"Strange, did I not make a sound just now?"

As soon as the words fell, a man slowly came out from behind a tree. He was tall and tall, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin and red lips.

The school uniform jacket was tied around the waist, and the short sleeves inside were pulled up to the shoulders, revealing the muscular arms, with a long leaf in its mouth, looking at them with narrow and sharp eyes, with a wicked smile.

Before he could speak, many attendants appeared behind him. One of them, a boy who was short and less than 1.5 meters tall, jumped up and cursed: "You little trash, you dare to provoke us!"

Xue Canming was about to stand up when Song Zhaolan pushed him back.

"Yu Tingfeng, let's stick to the old rules." Song Zhaolan glanced at the time, planning to save the part of talking harshly, if he didn't hurry up, he would miss the hot egg tarts in the cafeteria.

"Master, let me meet this little boy this time!" The short man rolled up his sleeves rudely, and just took two steps forward when he was kicked aside by Yu Tingfeng, "Wow!"

"If you lose, where will the face of our Demon Cult go?" Yu Tingfeng said in distaste, and took two steps forward leisurely, looking straight at Song Zhaolan, "Don't think that I am reluctant to kill you .”

Before the words were finished, the two had already exchanged hands. You punched me and I palmed each other, and the fight continued endlessly.

Ten minutes later, the people on both sides either squatted on the ground or climbed up the trees to watch. What's more, he sat on the ground next to him and played chess.

Since coming to this world, the rules of order have changed a lot. In order to ensure the least casualties, the leaders of the two sides actually reached a one-on-one consensus, sending one person to each battle.

As a result, more than a month has passed, and these two people are fighting every day.

The dwarf couldn't sit still anymore, and got up on his butt: "Damn it, I'm really itchy. I haven't worked hard until now. I must break the precept today!"

As he said that, he went straight to Xue Canming who was cracking melon seeds opposite him, showing a sinister smile, and slapped his palm angrily, hitting Xue Canming hard in the chest.

"puff-"

Xue Canming spat out a few melon seeds at him: "Hee hee, it doesn't hurt at all."

"?"

Shorty: I'll fight and fight and fight again!

Xue Canming: "Come on, let's do it on the back too, it's really comfortable to press."

The dwarf withdrew his palm in horror, where is my black bone palm? What about the black bone palm that only needs to hit the opponent's ribs to shatter the tibia and bleed to death? !

No, no, where is my inner strength? !

"Is it my turn now?" Xue Canming showed eight teeth, and just about to make a move, the Demon Cult members quickly surrounded him shamelessly.

"Hey, what are you doing, what about the one-on-one deal? It seems that you are going to break the contract, brothers, let's go together!"

In a matter of moments, the grove turned into a scene of unarmed brawls.

Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng hit each other with palms at the same time, and took a few steps back. Song Zhaolan's face was neither red nor out of breath, while Yu Tingfeng still had the leaf in his mouth.

"Good boy, I'll hit you again next time." Yu Tingfeng curled his lips.

Song Zhaolan's eyes also lit up with flames, the egg **** must be gone!

Just as the two were about to strike again, they fell silent at the same time.

Holding his breath for a moment, Song Zhaolan told the others: "Stop."

Yu Tingfeng looked at him, "The head teacher is here."

The pros and cons immediately retreated to their base camps, quietly listening to the nearby voices—

"Are you sure they are fighting here?" asked the head teacher of Class F.

"I did see this group of **** coming here." Class A's head teacher gritted his teeth, "I have already received complaints from two teachers today. If I find them fighting here, I will definitely skin them."

"What's the matter, I've already been pestered by the sixth subject teacher." The head teacher of Class F said kindly, "So I have already notified their parents one by one."

Decent people: "..." Why can there be people more evil than the Demon Cult?

Everyone in the Devil's Cult: "..." Who is the big villain?

Yu Tingfeng discussed in a low voice: "We will fight another day?"

Song Zhaolan nodded: "There will be a period later."

In an instant, everyone scattered like birds and beasts.