In fact, Cheng Yuan has never hit anyone at school.
The fight between him and the former school bully in his first year of high school was not witnessed by many people. It was only later spread by word of mouth that the students of No. 8 Middle School learned about it.
But for some reason, more and more rumors started to spread about him, and he inexplicably became a person that could not be provoked in No. 8 Middle School.
And to be honest, Cheng Yuan himself has a temperament that is difficult to approach and get along with.
So much so that now that he is in his second year of high school, he has become more and more notorious and more and more... scary.
So it is really no exaggeration to say that Cheng Yuan's appearance in the classroom has a stronger quieting effect than the appearance of the dean of studies in the classroom.
But he himself didn't care about it. The moment he entered the classroom, his eyes swept across and locked onto the girl sitting in the third row in the middle of the classroom. The gloom and depth in his eyes gradually brightened up in an instant, like the sky broken by the first ray of sunshine.
Then he walked towards the girl with a clear mind.
The bottle of coconut milk in his palm had even been warmed by the warmth of his palm during the walk.
He stopped beside the girl's desk in full view of everyone, bent down and placed the coconut milk in front of her, "I bought it at room temperature."
The classmates around him were already a little shocked when he stopped next to "Ji Yiran"'s seat.
When he said this, some people opened their mouths wide.
Who knew that something even more surprising was yet to come? Ji Yiran poked the drink bottle with her finger, revealing a look of disgust. "It's so hot, and you want me to drink room temperature milk? Besides, what misunderstanding do you have about me? Why do you think I like drinking milk?"
It's over. Ji Jiaojiao is asking for trouble!
Did Ji Jiaojiao drink fake wine? Did she know what she was saying to Father Cheng?
Everyone was on edge, feeling a little scared and a little excited.
It's said that Mr. Cheng has a history of killing people! He definitely can't stand being provoked like this!
If Si Jiu could receive the brain waves of this group of people, he would probably die of laughter.
The entire classroom was even quieter than before, as if a huge explosion was about to be triggered.
Unexpectedly, the boss who they thought was so cool and awesome, who was rumored to have beaten people and stabbed people in the cell, did not fly into a rage or kill people as they thought when he heard these "treasonous" words. Instead, he bent one knee and squatted down, looking at Ji Jiaojiao gently, and said softly, "Drinking too cold is not good for your health.
I'll buy you something to drink."
Sijiu brushed his sweat-soaked hair and flicked the drink bottle. "Forget it. Just drink this."
A gentle smile appeared in the boy's eyes. He reached out to take the drink on the table, opened it for her, and handed it to her.
The wine steward took two sips and put it down.
It was obvious that she really didn't like drinking this.
The smile on Cheng Yuan's face faded a little, as if he was a little disappointed.
The jaw had already dropped to the ground, and Qin Yan's extremely sinister eyes were fixed on Si Jiu.
At this time, the first class bell began to ring.
Everyone woke up as if from a dream, pushing and shoving to return to their seats, but the school bully just squatted there without moving.
Like a big dog, he was still looking up at Sijiu.
Sijiu knocked on the table and said, "Go back to your seat."
The corners of his peach blossom eyes drooped, and with a muffled "oh", Cheng Yuan stood up and went to his seat reserved for school bullies - the luxurious VIP single seat by the window in the last row.
The math teacher was a little confused during this class.
The classroom discipline today seemed to be quite good, because almost no one was making any small movements, and not even the slightest sound was made. It was so good that it felt like Chinese New Year.
But the math teacher was not too happy.
Because the group of students sitting below looked extremely quiet and well-behaved, but she could always feel that although their bodies were sitting in their seats properly, their souls had flown away somewhere, which gave her an inexplicable feeling of restlessness.
Also, there is Cheng Yuan, who appears once in a thousand years, the one who gives all the teachers a headache but is also cherished by all the teachers.
The whole process felt like being acupunctured.
He supported his head with one hand, his face and eyes turned towards the middle of the classroom, and did not move at all from beginning to end.
Is this a demon?
Only Qin Yan, who couldn't help but pay attention to Cheng Yuan, knew that he was looking at Ji Yiran.
He kept looking at Ji Yiran.
Qin Yan hid his hand in the desk, and the tip of his pen almost poked the desk apart.
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