This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

Zong Yuan glanced at Fu Dongqiang, curled his lips, and walked to the class with Fu Xin.

Fu Xin suddenly realized that the reaction just now was too agitated, he reluctantly explained "I, I am not like that"

"Isn't it very courageous just now?" Zong Yuan put his hand loosely on his shoulder, squeezing his earlobe half hidden under his temple, "what's wrong now?"

There was a tingling itch in his ears, and Fu Xin hid it subconsciously, "itch."

The crowd in front of him has increased, Zong Yuan put down his hands and put his hands in his trouser pockets, "Your dad just said he came to work at school."

"Fu Xin frowned, "Don't worry about him." He raised Zong Yuan's arm and placed it on his shoulder again. He was very well-behaved. Even the curvature of his eyes was sweet and pleasant. Not tired."

Zong Yuan, "" Okay, you are not tired.

The corners of Fu Xin's mouth curled up, and the mood of just falling into the abyss flew up in an instant. No matter what Fu Dongqiang planned to do, he didn't want to know.

Before class in the afternoon, Zhang Zhiliang came over with a notebook. He didn't seem to see Zong Yuan sitting next to him. He spoke to Fu Xin gently, "Fu Xin, your English is not very good. This is my note. You have a role."

The heavy notebook with a black cover in his hand handed it over with one hand, and Fu Xin was taken aback. He hadn't spoken to Zhang Zhiliang for a long time, and when he thought about it seriously, he didn't seem to think of him for a long time.

Fu Xin glanced at Zong Yuan. This guy stared at the notebook in Zhang Zhiliang's hand with a straight face. Zong Yuan was interested in Fu Xin's decisive refusal, "No need."

Unexpectedly that he would be rejected by Fu Xin, Zhang Zhiliang showed a short stiff expression, and his smile sank, "What are you polite?" He stretched out his hand to take Fu Xin's hand, with a tough attitude and wanted to put the notebook into his hand. , "You're welcome."

Zong Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Zhiliang’s wrist, and relentlessly increased his strength to pull his hand back. Zhang Zhiliang’s pained expression was distorted, struggling violently, and "let go"

Zong Yuan let go of his wrist with a cold face, "Go away."

Fu Xin glanced at Zong Yuan and shook Zhang Zhiliang's hand, resisting the urge to clean him.

Zhang Zhiliang's wrist was already swollen, he kicked Zong Yuan's table fiercely, and rushed up angrily and sharply, "Zong Yuan, you **** deceive people too much"

With a stab, Zong Yuan's table was kicked aside.

The noisy class was silent for a few seconds by this shock, and then surrounded silently in twos and threes.

Kicking the table is an extremely insulting thing for men of any age.

Zong Yuan sat on the chair, and he looked at Zhang Zhiliang blankly for a few seconds. The hostile eyes shuddered all those who were swept away. Zhang Zhiliang's heart trembled, but he was angry and jealous. Let his sanity fly into an ashes, a fuse sparked a fire, and the sight of people around him gave him unbridled power, "You **** apologize"

Zong Yuan stood up abruptly, his face was dark and terrifying, and the onlookers conditioned back a few steps, watched Zong Yuan's movements, and took a cold breath.

Zong Yuan dragged the iron chair on the seat with his backhand, and walked towards Zhang Zhiliang step by step. The chair slammed on the ground, making a harsh and scary sound.

Zhang Zhiliang swallowed and couldn't believe he would beat people in the crowd, "You, what are you doing?"

The sound of the iron chair hitting the ground was harsh. Zhang Zhiliang's face was pale and sweaty. Some students staggered a few steps and rushed to call the teacher.

Zong Yuan walked over with the breath of others, stopped in front of Zhang Zhiliang, and the next second he picked up the stool and threw it at Zhang Zhiliang.

The stool slammed on the ground and made a huge noise. Zong Yuan did not let go of the shaking Tie Zhu in his hand and looked at Zhang Zhiliang who took a step back.

Zhang Zhiliang, who was almost hit, looked at the trembling stool column in a daze, his legs felt weak.

Damn it

The people watching the excitement around did not even dare to breathe. Those who watched the excitement around the front couldn't wait to drill behind. They looked at Zong Yuan with complicated gazes, and they were afraid of never before.

Zong Yuan smiled and said softly, "Isn't it pretty awesome, what are you running?"

He dragged the chair and walked a few steps in Zhang Zhiliang's direction. Zhang Zhiliang's gaze swept out of the door, and Zong Yuan followed it carelessly. "The teacher hasn't come yet. This time is enough for you to suffer."

"You, you can't do this" Zhang Zhiliang pretended to be calm, "You will be dropped out of school and jailed and I will sue you"

Zong Yuan snorted, and threw the chair casually, making a loud clanging noise, "That's what you said."

Zhang Zhiliang just breathed a sigh of relief, and in the next second, Zong Yuan dragged his neckline toward the trash can.

His white face was flushed with his neck, and he was staggered by Zong Yuan to the front of the trash can. Zong Yuan pressed his head and directly let him face the pile of disgusting leftovers.

"Oh my God"

A voice came from around, "It's too much."

Zhang Zhiliang's face was still a finger away from the rubbish. He looked humiliated and closed his eyes severely.

Too much?

Zong Yuan looked at him as if he had seen Fu Xin back then.

At that time, no one was as merciful as him. They would just shove Fu Xin's head into the trash, and no one around would stand up and say, "You are too much."

Zong Yuan grabbed his hair, squatted by his side, and ordered, "Open your eyes."

Zhang Zhiliang's eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes without resisting the fear in his heart.

Zong Yuan's voice was very gentle, "Are you afraid?" He said in a low voice, "At first, when you dealt with Xin like this, did you think it was too much? When you were smiling and watching, did you think it was too much"

Zhang Zhiliang's eyebrows beat.

A classmate outside the door shouted, "The teacher is here"

Old Jiang and the grade director hurriedly walked over. They looked around, but didn't see any blood stains. They breathed a sigh of relief, "Zong Yuan, let go."

Zong Yuan raised a hand and made a gesture not to come over, and Jiang and the grade director really stopped in place.

Zhang Zhiliang shouted, "Teacher"

He hoped that the class teacher and grade director would best pull Zong Yuan away, and then order the criticism to drop out. He asked Zong Yuan to kneel down and apologize at the briefing meeting.

It's not enough

He will also find some people in society to let him understand what life is better than death.

Zhang Zhiliang's expression was distorted, his pleasure and hatred mixed on his face, and then for a second, no one came over.

He could only hear the two teachers yelling anxiously behind him, "Classmate Zongyuan, don't make a big noise."

"Hey, Zong Yuan, enough"

Zong Yuan admired the change in his expression and sneered, "Why didn't you shout?"

He pressed Zhang Zhiliang down for a few minutes, and the tip of Zhang Zhiliang's nose was about to touch an apple that had eaten half of the yellow flesh, and his stomach rolled.

Zong Yuan, "I will ask you a question, and the answer is good, I can let you go with a kind heart."

Zhang Zhiliang trembling lips, did not speak.

Zong Yuan said to himself, "Come on, tell me, is there any other information in Fu Xin's notebook, such as writing some unclear note."

Zhang Zhiliang's eyes shrank sharply, and he asked inconceivably, "How do you know?"

0046 Angrily, "Sure enough"

Zhang Zhiliang gave Fu Xin this notebook for the original direction of the world, which contained a note with ambiguous words, so that Fu Xin fell into his abyss without hesitation, and then regarded Fu Xin as a grain of dust. Let others bully indifferently.

Even if Fu Xin was beaten, he would look sad and self-blaming after the fact, doing vicious things righteously, and treating it as an amateur pleasure.

Zong Yuan tugged at his hair, Zhang Zhiliang raised his head in pain, Zong Yuan's expression was unclear, "He said no, you still have to fortress him."

Look for Fu Xin.

His voice was not loud, and Zhang Zhiliang's voice was also very small. No one knew what they were talking about. Fu Xin's always calm expression changed when Zong Yuan approached Zhang Zhiliang, "Zong Yuan"

He was about to walk a few steps forward, Yang Fan held him, "Don't go to Zongyuan and beat you now, what should I do?"

Zong Yuan stood up slowly, released the hand holding Zhang Zhiliang, and Zhang Zhiliang immediately crawled back on the ground two steps.

Zong Yuan looked at him condescendingly, "Student Zhang Zhiliang, we are just kidding, right"

Zhang Zhiliang bit his lip and nodded humiliatingly.

The classmates haven't reacted yet. Jiang and the grade director are already laughing. They don't seem to see other people's expressions, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, oh, that's true, come and call us next time if something happens."

Zong Yuan walked towards Fu Xin. He was still carrying the unquenched violence. Yang Fan reflexively backed up a few steps, but Fu Xin ran towards Zong Yuan, "Are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Zong Yuan picked up the notebook that had slipped from Zhang Zhiliang's hand in a panic, and easily found the note.

It clearly reads, "Fu Xin, I am Zhang Zhiliang, and I am sorry that I have only come to explain my heart to you now. You know, how sad and self-blaming I was when you were bullied before, but"

It was meticulously written paragraph after paragraph.

0046, "Hey, it seems that the writing is more detailed than the information"

Zong Yuan looked up at Fu Xin. Fu Xin was holding a paper dipped in water and rubbing his right hand carefully and gently. His expression was serious and his facial features were completely exposed to the air. He was particularly attracted when he was doing something seriously. people.

Zong Yuan's expression became cold, he had already guessed the reason why Zhang Zhiliang's writing had changed.

Suddenly, Fu Xin's hand was suddenly held by Zong Yuan's. He looked at it suspiciously and worriedly. Zong Yuan's expression could not discern his joy or anger. "You are not allowed to take anything from him in the future."

Fu Xin understood who he was talking about, and this sentence was like being jealous. He smiled softly and contentedly, without asking anything, "Okay."