Monarch Overlooking the Starry Skies

8. Chapter 8 is under the mirror lake, it is a volcano (thanks to the lord of the lord, plus more)

    City Experimental Middle School teaches the building and the middle section of the fifth floor.

    A deep red wooden door marked 'Principal's Office' stands in the corridor, the same as other wooden doors, but this mark makes the wooden door look different.

    OFBCEOFTHECHANCELLOR

    Han Dong took a deep breath and went to the door and knocked on the door.

    After a while, a middle-aged man dressed in a neat suit opened the wooden door and looked at Han Dong with a puzzled look...In an instant, he looked a face and said: "Which class are you?"

    Discourse is dissatisfied between words.

    A student in a blue and white school uniform came to the door of the principal's office and knocked at the door? What is this system?

    Han Dong whispered: "I am a student of the High School and the Seventh Class. I want to be converted into a martial arts student, hoping to get the signature of the principal."

    He is very clear that the middle-aged man who opened the door is not the principal. It is estimated that the assistant is the principal or the school staff...What he needs is the signature of the principal and the autograph of President Yu of the Municipal Experimental Middle School.

    next moment.

    The middle-aged man frowned and said: "Seven classes of students? Your class teacher, Li Ming, right? I asked her in the afternoon, what is going on with you! Go back to class immediately! ”

    "What martial arts students?"

    “It’s just a mess!”

    "Bang!"

    He closed the deep red wooden door and blocked Han Dong from the door.

    What?

    Han Dong’s face changed slightly, and his heart twitched...Suddenly know that I have encountered the worst situation.

    "I used to work in the past, I know the most difficult to get along with...Not a real leader, but some so-called 'little leaders'! These people rely on a little right, they can't wait to show their majesty, and everything is judged by their own ideas, and it is impossible to identify them. ”

    "There are not many small leaders like this."

    Han Dong gritted his teeth and stepped back a few steps. He leaned against the cold wall and took a deep breath: "But I was at such a critical moment - I encountered this situation!"

    In fact, this is only a trivial matter, at least for the principal. It is a small matter.

    But if he can't enter the principal's office, he can't explain his thoughts with the principal, and it is difficult to get the principal's signature.

    What can I do?

    Han Dong slowly spit out a breath.

    He can't force the door to enter, which will cause a bad impression on President Yu. He can't even go back to the classroom...Once he wants to turn into a martial arts student, he is known by Li or the third-grade director, and may have to inform the parents!

    His father and mother will know!

    But he can't tell his parents for the time being. At least until the martial arts grade reaches seven or more, you can confess the fact that you turn into a martial arts student.

    "Hey, compared to those demons and ghosts, this is a little bit difficult, what is it?"Han Dong’s eyes gradually calmed down, and his mouth screamed: “If this is difficult, I can’t carry it, just jump off the school building directly!”

    "Bang!"

    A soft bang.

    Han Dong leaned on the cold wall and stared at the deep red wooden door in front of him, waiting quietly. The cold feeling of the back and the blazing emotion of the heart are like two worlds.

    What he has to do is wait!

    Wait until a teacher helps him to go in and say, or wait for President Yu to go out!

    "I am returning to Han Dong, not to bow to the appointment, but not to retreat!" Before I find help...Even if I am exhausted, I will never give up! ”

    "Today, this martial arts student, I have decided!"

    Han Dong squats on the cold wall, but his heart is blazing.

……

    Time is gradually passing.

    A half hour?An hourThere are also people who seem to be teachers in the middle, who have hurriedly walked through, but they are too lazy to look at Han Dong, and it is even more impossible to wait for the request of Han Dong.

    But all of this can not contain the firmness of Han Dong.

……

    Two hours later.

    Crouching.

    The deep red wooden door marked 'Principal's Office' suddenly opened.

    A middle-aged man in a black formal suit with a light gray tie came out. His horns were slightly white, but his eyes were stunned and revered and majestic.

    "En."

    He looked at Han Dong, who was leaning against the wall.

    "Hello, President Yu, I am Han Dong of the High School and the Seventh Class. I want to be converted into a martial arts student, I hope I can get your permission."Han Dong hurriedly took the first two steps and whispered.

    President Yu stunned and glared at Han Dong and nodded: "You will wait here, I will go to the bathroom."

    Han Dong Liandao: "President Yu, I also go to the bathroom."

    "En."

    President Yu beheaded.

    Hey.

    Hey.

    Han Dong followed the side of Yu’s principal and walked to the bathroom together. President Yu’s long walk, he asked freely: “How do you want to become a martial arts student?”

    Han Dongdao: "Because of my own special reasons...I wrote a written request to transfer to a martial arts student, I hope you have time to see it later. ”

    "Oh?"

    President Yu gently decapitated and said: "Why don't you knock on the door."

    Han Dong chuckled: "I just knocked on the door, a teacher is not allowed, let me go back to class. So wait a moment in front of the door. ”

    Hey.

    President Yu’s footsteps were slightly stunned, and a flash of color flashed in his eyes. He blinked Han Dong and nodded.

……

    Five minutes later, in the principal's office.

    The middle-aged man who opened the door to Fang Cheng earlier, looked ugly, staring at Han Dong, a student standing in front of the desk of Yu’s principal, wearing a blue and white school uniform.

    He secretly snorted and continued to sort out the documents in his hand.

    Han Dong, standing at the desk, calmly handed out his application and placed it on the table in dark red color.

    After you have to.

    The serious face of President Yu arranged a desk, and the right palm picked up Han Dong’s application and scanned it up and down. Shen Shen said: “Han Dong’s classmate is here, this is your father’s signature.”

    Han Donglian said: "Yes."

    Oh.

    President Yu put the application in front of him and looked up at Han Dong. Shen Sheng said: "When you go back, practice your writing well. The college entrance examination also has requirements for handwriting."

    Words.

    Hey - he pulled out the delicate pen and signed a line at the bottom of the application: I agreed that the student would be converted into a martial arts student and Yu Haozhen.

……

    In the classroom of the High Three and Seven Classes.

    Teacher Jiang, who is in charge of the martial arts theory class, stood on the podium and emphasized one knowledge point.

    The seat distribution under the podium is slightly adjusted...Every two rows of tables and chairs move in the direction of the window. Originally on the left side of the classroom, at the edge of the window, it became a column on the right side of the classroom and against the wall.

    At this time.

    Gu Yuanliang, who looks stiff, is sitting in the third row against the wall.

    When he moved the table and chair position, it was he who helped Han Dong move...He has also been wondering why Han Dong has not yet returned, but the inner doubts - all turned into uncomfortable suppression!

    Because his back table should be 'Xu Chuyi and Feng Yiqi', but at this time it is 'Xu Chuyi and Gao Yang'.

    Damn it…

    "This class is not important, so Gao Yang and Feng Yiqi temporarily changed their seats! Gao Yang sat next to Xu Chuxi! ”Gu Yuanliang is a little uncomfortable. But it also does not limit the freedom of others.

    Gao Yang asked for a seat change, Feng Yiqi also promised, Xu Chuyi is also willing. He is only the front table of Xu Chuxi, an ordinary friend...How to stop? Is there any reason to stop?

    The voice of Teacher Jiang on the podium gradually dissipated.

    The laughter and joy of the back table occupies the mind.

    Gu Yuanliang did not know why he was uncomfortable, but his mood was extremely suppressed, as if his beloved things were robbed and lived, and some were suffering.

    He looked up at the clock hanging over the blackboard.

    He is not clear...How is this class so long, anxious for a long time, actually only half a class!

    Just at this time.

    "High, what seat should you take?"Teacher Jiang on the podium glared at the outer side of the fourth row of the wall and patted the podium: "You can change seats temporarily, but is it too arrogant to speak openly? Is it me or do you speak? ”

    "En."

    "High, sit back in your seat!"

    Teacher Jiang screamed. He is angry with his heart, and if he is high, he will change his seat temporarily and be quiet! He can laugh at the high-pitched voice, and he can easily hear it on the podium. This is disturbing the classroom order.

    Even if this section of martial arts theory is not important, he is responsible for classmates.

    Do not listen, sleep on the table, can.

    Temporarily change seats, and occasionally chat, you can.

    But like Gao Yang, it’s too much to play with laughter and unscrupulous! This has exceeded the tolerance of Jiang.

    Gao Yang sat quietly in his seat and smiled carelessly: "Mr. Jiang, it must be you." I am a little bit, you can not be angry. ”

    Teacher Jiang stunned, and the white hair was shaking, scolding: "High, are you too unscrupulous?" This is the classroom! Temporary seat change, the teacher does not care about you, so you can speak loudly? ”

    "You are delaying the study of other students!"

    Teacher Jiang is out of anger.

    However, he has more than 50 years of age, and his heart is not enough. Rao’s angry speech is also somewhat weak.

    “False the learning of other students?”Gao Yang haha ​​smiled: "Teacher, who else in our class can't bear these martial arts theories? I am skilled in memorizing, classmates can easily control these knowledge points, or ask you who can't get back? ”

    "En."

    "Who is so stupid, can't you master the theoretical knowledge?" Have it?Gao Yang leaned back on the back of the chair, so he looked around the classroom in a sly way, and he looked like a good swimmer.

    The classroom is quiet.

    Even if you have a classmate who can't get back, it's hard to answer in person...The arrogant arrogance is very deterrent, which is only part of the factor.

    AND MOST IMPORTANTLY…

    If anyone responds, don’t just admit that he is stupid.

    More than forty students in the classroom were all eye-catching, adding more high-spirited enthusiasm and making him even more rampant.

    "Mr. Jiang, let's talk about class."

    High and high.

    Teacher Jiang is mad, and all of them are trembled, holding their glasses, constantly screaming and arrogant, all without any effect. For the iron heart to prove the prestige of the prestige, no matter how severe the blame, can not suppress his arrogance.

    The atmosphere in the classroom is like a slap in the face, quite heavy and gloomy.

    A classmate, or a teacher worried about looking at the trembled ginger, or dissatisfied with the high-spirited care.

    It seems that there is a cloud of dark clouds, floating classrooms, and a condensed atmosphere.

……

    "Mr. Jiang is the teacher with the gentlest attitude. It is very good for us, it is high..."

    A girl with a face like a white jade, wrinkled her eyebrows, anxious in her heart, but did not know how to solve this confrontation.

    As a high-level mixed-up, she can't exhort.

……

    "Hey, what are you fighting with an old man?"

    Sitting next to Gao Yang, Gu Yuanliang's back table, Xu Chuxi, casually playing with pink nails, whispered a whisper.

……

    Damn! Damn it…

    Gu Yuanliang clenched his fists and wanted to turn back to help Jiang teacher blame.

……

    Crouching.

    The classroom door slowly pushed open.

    Han Dong, wearing a blue and white school uniform, holding a black and white piece of paper in his right hand and smiling, toward the teacher on the podium, whispered: "Teacher, I..."

    Closed

    Raise a low drink.

    Han Dongyi, looked at the angry, fermented, trembled, white-haired, red-faced teacher, then scanned the classroom and saw a silent student...Finally, he fell on his head, twisted his mouth and sat on the outer seat of the fourth row against the wall.

    At the time, Han Dongming realized everything in front of him.

    Pa

    Gao Yang licked his neck and slammed it on the desk, making a dull sound and screaming: "Oh, what?" Let you close the door! ”

    He is annoying.

    Yes, he is very annoyed...After being reprimanded by an old man for so long, Gao Yang had long wanted to prove himself and preach his prestige. Han Dong was only an unfortunate person at the right time.

    Pa

    The voice of the rallying table was so shocking that the students in the classroom were shocked. Some students who were used to being quiet were scared of cold sweat...Teacher Jiang’s eyes were red, and suddenly the nose was sour.

    Is it worth it?

    He reprimanded for so long, is it worth it?

    Eh...

    Han Dong took a breath.

    Suddenly, his eyes flashed a glimpse.

    Since he was born again, he has been living normally. He seems to be a gentle and normal person. He does not see any fearful emotions, and he has never revealed his own desperation, desperation, anger and anger.

    Who knows...Under the mirror lake - yes! HOT! Mountain