Suddenly, a sharp machete was pointed at me. "Are you Wang Hao?!"

The young man in front of me looked at me ferociously, his eyes full of provocation.

I stared blankly at the boy in front of me. He was one of the two boys who had fought earlier. There was some blood on his face. His machete had been confiscated, so where did he find another one so quickly? Did he have a drawer full of these things? ! Perhaps because there was a fight, the class suddenly became quiet. Those who were burning books stopped burning, those who were smoking stopped smoking, and those who were kissing stopped kissing. They all turned their heads and looked at us.

Damn, it's really not a good feeling to be picked on on the first day. The students in this school are really full of neurotic militants. Because it was the first day of school, I didn't bring any weapons with me. And I couldn't bring any even if I wanted to. It's summer now, and everyone is wearing short sleeves, and there's no place to put the pole.

I had no choice but to reach for the stool under my butt. Although this thing can't be compared with a machete, it is more than enough for defense. "I am Wang Hao, what do you want?"

I looked at the boy in front of me coldly, not planning to make any concessions. On the first day at school, I must not let anyone give me a hard time, otherwise I would be unworthy of my current status.

“Then you are Yu Chengfei’s subordinate, right?!”

The boy was two or three meters away from me, and now he was slowly walking towards me. I stood up, grabbed the stool under my buttocks, and stared at the machete in the boy's hand.

"Is it none of your business?"

I said it indifferently. I can't just answer whatever others ask. "I heard that you two had a falling out. Is that true?!"

The boy's eyes became sharp, and the machete in his hand swayed slightly, which was a signal that he was about to attack. I held the bench in my hand and said indifferently, "It's none of your business."

"Hey, hey, hey."

The teacher on the podium knocked on the desk and said helplessly: "During class, I don't care how you want to mess up, but can you please not fight?"

I have given you a lot of face, why can't you give me a little face? Do you still want Teacher Gu to take you away?

Can we solve the problem after class?

The young man looked at the teacher, as if he had a change of heart, and put away the machete. He said coldly: "I'll deal with you after class."

I also said coldly: "I'm at your service any time."

Of course I was very angry. On the first day, without any provocation or trouble to anyone, a troublemaker came to pick a fight with me.

In the past, I was unknown, weak and timid, so it was okay for someone to bully me; now that I am so famous, from Chenggao to Beiqi, and from Beiqi to the Vocational College, I should be a demon that everyone fears, so why are there still people who want to bully me?

Do I have a face that is easy to bully?

Thinking of this, I wanted to look in the mirror to see if I looked too kind, otherwise why wouldn't anyone be afraid of me. The young man sat back in his seat and placed the sharp machete on the table, making a clanging sound, looking quite imposing.

I was very unconvinced, but I couldn't just put the stool on the table. Without considering where I would sit, it was really stupid to put the stool on the table. I couldn't find a way to be cool for a while, and I couldn't help but sigh. It seems that I can't be a king like Yu Chengfei. Look at him, every move is very handsome, and then look at me, no matter how you look at it, it's frustrating.

A loser is a loser. Even when he wears the dragon robe he doesn't look like a prince.

Even though I was complaining about myself, I wasn't nervous at all. A one-on-one duel after class? Just a one-on-one duel. Did I think that all my training and practice for so long were in vain?

I'm not afraid of a twenty-something King Kong, so why would I be afraid of a kid with a machete like you? Are you kidding me?

I can't act cool, but I'm still quite confident in a fight.

Thinking of this, I took out a cigarette and took a leisurely puff - well, I should be quite handsome now, right? Just then, a girl with short hair suddenly ran in front of me. Although her appearance was average, her smile was quite cheerful, which added a lot to her overall appearance. At first glance, she was the kind of girl who was particularly straightforward.

"Hello, Brother Wang Hao!"

The girl said happily: "My name is Wen Xin, I'm your fan, please sign an autograph for me!"

The person playing the piano said: Personal writing experience: In a first-person novel, the "I" cannot be written too perfectly, otherwise the readers will think the author is narcissistic. Leave the shining things to the supporting characters. The role of the "I" is actually a rope, connecting the characters together, thus driving the plot forward.

This writing style is suitable for "first-person" novels. If it is a "third-person" novel, you can write the protagonist as perfect as you want, as handsome as you want, as domineering as you want. The above are some of my experiences, I hope it can help friends who are ready to devote themselves to writing.