Monarch Overlooking the Starry Skies

10. Chapter 10, don’t let him wait

    High three seven classes in the corridor outside the classroom.

    Teacher Jiang looked dignified and sighed: "Han Dong, you are a good boy. Yes, you are a good child. But for the time being, there are still ninety-five days left in the college entrance examination. It is too worthless for you to vent your anger for the teacher. ”

    Han Dong politely said: "It is also my own psychological problem."

    Teacher Jiang Zhengzheng said: "Han Dong classmate, the teacher thank you...This may affect your college entrance examination, and violence is not the proper way to solve the problem. Ok, don't say it. This matter, I will communicate with your class teacher and the age director myself, and try to suppress the impact. ”

    Let me talk about it.

    He patted Han Dong's shoulder, his eyes filled with gratification, whispered: "Go back, study hard." Yes, remember to talk clearly with Gao Yang, don't take responsibility for yourself. ”

    "En."

    Han Dong slammed his mouth and first returned to the classroom, and suddenly turned the quiet classroom into silence. All the students were aiming at Han Dong.

……

    During the class.

    In the penultimate row in the classroom, Han Dong sat on the side of Gao Yang.

    On the desk, I kept a mess of papers, books, extracurricular books...Gao Yang’s boys at the same table have already walked out of the classroom, fearing to disturb Han Dong.

    "High."

    Han Dong Zheng Zhongdao: "The last section of martial arts theory class...My temper is a bit violent, and I have beaten you with no hesitation. This is my fault. ”

    Gao Yang was shaking and silent.

    “Mr. Jiang also advised me that violence is not the way to solve problems.”Han Dong seriously said that changing the mistakes is the character he should insist on. As he spoke, he picked up a delicate pen resting on the table: "Actually, I think Jiang teacher is right."

    KA-CHING!

    The delicate pen was cut off in an instant, split in two, crisp and neat.

    Oh.

    The blue and black pen ink splashed on the test paper on the table, which is quite eye-catching as if the water stains wet the picture.

    Han Dong stared at the wet test paper on the table, slowly smashed the crumpled facial tissue in the bag, and gently wiped the ink-stained paper, as if wiping a valuable antique. He whispered: "Gao Yang, you think What?"

“……”

    Gao Yang glanced at the blue and black ink on the table, then looked at the broken ends of the pen, and the body jerked.

    "Han Dong, you are right. We are all classmates, there is no hate, and the last class is just a misunderstanding. ”He decided to forgive his classmates. After all, he looked up in the class and didn't see him. When everyone was in a bad mood.

    Han Dong nodded: "How about the bruise on your face."

    Gao Yang squeezed a smile and whispered: "It's just a small bruise, nothing. Just sleep the next day. ”

    Han Dong put down the pen that was broken in half and sighed: "I will try my best to correct my wrong temper. I hope that you will not go to your heart."

    Words.

    He got up and left, and returned to his seat.

    On the second-to-last row of seats, Gao Yang’s right hand slowly lifted up, trembled slightly, and picked up the pen that broke the two halves.

    Clearly visible

    The internal structure of this pen is almost normal, and only the break presents a jagged sharp state.

……

    In the classroom, the third row by the window.

    Han Dongfu took the application on the table and secretly decapitated: "Since I got the signature of President Yu, I can find the third-grade director and let him add me to the list of martial arts students."

    "As for martial arts practice..."

    "Wait tomorrow afternoon, I will go to the fitness building with Sun Hui and start practicing martial arts. But Sun Hui once mentioned that Ning Lao’s temper is not very good. In case I am involved in the middle of the road, let Ning Laoxin feel dissatisfied...Well, it should not be. ”

    Han Dong unconsciously turned the black carbon pen.

    He is currently in a hurry to determine what level of martial arts grades he has achieved. The other is to practice piles, find gray air, and upgrade his martial arts as soon as possible.

    "En."

    Han Dong looked at the same table at the same table, Gu Yuanliang, and wondered: "Do you always see what I do? Hey, how is your face so ugly? ”

    Hey.

    Gu Yuanliang smiled and said: "The same, the same table...I want to go to the bathroom. ”

    Han Dong strangely said: "Then go."

    Gu Yuanliang smiled and slowly stood up. He was really scared by the move of Han Dong in the last class...He never imagined that he had the same kind of table with him at the same table for more than a year, and he was so fierce!

    Han Dong also stood up and gave room to Gu Yuanliang.

    Sitting at the back table, Xu Chuxi unconsciously wiped the pink fingernails and hung his head, revealing a beautiful look, for fear that Han Dong noticed her.

    after awhile.

    Han Dong sat in his seat, finishing the table, and thinking about how to continue to find new gray air.

    At this time, a standing girl, sitting in the first row, lifted clear eyes, looked back at Han Dong. Although it is plain, but the face is still clear, quite a bit of a refined and refined flavor. Compared with other high school girls, her face is white and tender.

    She is just a girl who is anxious for Teacher Jiang and exclaimed by Han Dong.

    "Han Dong."

    She walked to Han Dong and whispered: "It’s our turn to be our team today...You, you left early last week. ”

    Han Dong looked up and smiled: "Okay, I won't forget it today."

    When I saw Han Dong’s smile, the girl was relieved and said: “Well, I just remind you, lest you forget it.”After that, she turned and left.

    Han Dongmu sent her away and suddenly sighed.

    This is Li Ziwei, a girl who has been secretly in love for three years in high school, and is also a profound memory of his youth.

    Recalling the high school era, not only Han Dong himself, but also the male students of other classes often peeked at Li Ziwei. Not only because of Li Ziwei's pure beauty, but also because of Li Ziwei's elegant ladylike temperament, and the addition of excellent results.

    Unfortunately...

    Over time, he has found a lover who wants to join hands in his life, not Li Ziwei.

    Li Ziwei, who has just taken two steps, naturally heard the sigh of Han Dong. She paced her feet and then speeded up and returned to the first row of seats.

……

    During the evening self-study.

    Han Dong put together a political book, took the application signed by the principal, walked out of the classroom, walked down the corridor to the end, and came to the front of a shallow yellow door labeled 'The Director of the Year'.

    Hey.

    Han Dong gently knocked on the door.

    There was a deep voice inside: "Come in!"

    Han Dong pushed the door in. It was a small office, and the messy papers were laid out indiscriminately. A man in a cotton suit looked down at a book. When he saw Han Dong wearing a blue and white uniform, he could not help but frown: "Which class do you have?"

    This is the third grade director, Jiang Yan.

    Han Dong Liandao: "Director is good, I am applying to become a martial arts student..."

    "I asked you which class you are."Jiang Yan raised his eyelids and interrupted Han Dong’s words. He casually put down the book in his hand, the cover is a colorful pattern, it seems to be a magazine.

    "High three seven classes."

    Han Dongdao.

    Jiang Yan nodded, and the left palm knocked on the table, Shen Sheng said: "What are you doing here, why not go back to class."

    Han Dong’s face is calm: “Director Jiang, I am applying to become a martial arts student.”

    He had expected that the grade director of Jiang Yan would be called a dictatorial specialist. If he directly found Jiang Yan’s application, it would have a great impact, even to the point of 'finding parents'.

    "It’s a mess."Jiang Yan took a picture and frowned. "You don't study well, what do you want to do?" Also turned into a martial arts student, do you think the school is your home? How do you want to play? ”

    Pa

    Jiang Yan left his palm on the desk and held the magazine in his right hand. He said casually: "You should go back to class well. I have to ask your class teacher Li Ming carefully." In addition, it is basically impossible to turn into a martial arts student now. It is very difficult. After all, the school also has rules and regulations. ”

    "I hope you understand."

    Words.

    He stared at the magazine intently and prepared to read it with gusto...Turn into a martial arts student? This is simply a joke of the year. It is impossible to turn around.

    "Director Jiang."

    Han Dong did not leave, went straight to the desk and handed out an application: "This is my application, with the signature of President Yu...The principal said that he can turn today. Director Jiang, you see if there is some misunderstanding. ”

    Oh ...

    Signed by the principal?

    Jiang Yan hurriedly took down the magazine and picked up Han Dong’s application. He immediately stared at the bottom line: agreeing that the student would become a martial arts student and Yu Haowei.

    Is it really signed by President Yu?

    This writing is somewhat similar, but can a high school student get the signature of the principal? Does he have anything to do with President Yu?

    Thinking of this, Jiang Yan naturally put away the magazine and smiled on his face: "Han Dong, it is really difficult to turn into a martial arts student...But with President Yu’s approval, the process will be faster. ”

    "such……Go back first. ”

    "I am communicating with the principal here. If there is no problem, it will be two days."

……

    Five minutes later, the director of the ages office.

    Jiang Yan frowned, staring coldly at Han Dong's handwritten application, muttering to himself: "Do you think that I will take it for granted, do not check with President Yu?"

    Interesting

    "You Han Dong can get the signature of President Yu? This high school student...I know all the famous students! It’s really interesting to have no Han Dong in it. ”Jiang Yan’s mouth outlines a smile and draws a conclusion.

    He squinted and picked up the school public telephone to dial the number of the principal's room. He began to brew anger and prepared to educate Han Dong later, and let Han Dong parents immediately come to the school to deal with this lie.

    bad! It’s just too bad!

    beep.

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    The phone is connected and a deep voice is heard: "Hey?"

    Jiang Yan hurriedly turned into a smiley face, and his tone was also very respectful. He said: "Mr. Yu, I am the third grade director Jiang Yan. Is such that……Han Dong, a student of the High School and the Seventh Class, just gave me an application for conversion to a martial arts student with your signature. I will confirm with you here. ”

    In an instant.

    Jiang Yan sneered in his heart, waiting for the questioning and anger of President Yu, as if he also saw Han Dong crying and screaming.

    next moment.

    There is an unquestionable voice inside the phone: "That Han Dong classmate is right, you should handle this for him as soon as possible, don't let him wait any longer."

    Oh.

    The phone hangs up.

    "What?" It's real.Jiang Yan listened to the sound of a beep in the microphone, and looked at the application in his hand with a stunned look. He took a breath: "It’s really the signature of President Yu, is this Han Dong’s family very powerful?”

    He never thought about it.

    An ordinary student went directly to the principal's office...After all, this is not an ordinary high school. This is a high-level experimental middle school in Suhe City. The academic building is built separately and is not in the teaching building.

    Unless the results are extremely good, it is difficult for ordinary students to get close to the principal.

    Huh?

    Jiang Yan’s head is cold and sweaty: “Wait...Wait! What is the last sentence of President Yu? Don't let Han Dong wait any longer? I, I didn't know this Han Dong classmate before, let alone deliberately delay! ”