Evening.

Affiliated middle school at sunset.

I have to say that the tranquil campus will always make people feel calm, calm, and calm, walking on the wide black asphalt avenue, looking at the little white marks left by the years, listening to the swishing sound of the plane leaves blown by the breeze, stretching out his arms, greedily breathing the breath of fresh and pleasant grass and trees, Hao Jun's mind about the new memories of the previous two months, as if suddenly a huge physical wall was across, at this moment, it seems so distinct.

The building of the middle school affiliated to Hucheng University was originally left over from the relocation of Hucheng University, and his style and atmosphere are completely different from those dull, regular and depressing middle school campuses in Hao Jun's impression.

It is no wonder that at this moment, Hao Jun and the three of them walked on the way to the cafeteria of the affiliated middle school, without saying a word or making a sound, and they seemed to be affected by Hao Jun, who had experienced more profoundly, and was immersed in it.

On the path that separates the cafeteria, what spoils the beauty is a very noisy sound from the front.

Walking around the corner, I saw that the twenty or so students were clearly divided into two sides, each like an army in battle in ancient times, each facing each other angrily, as if a war might break out at any moment.

It is very clear from the school uniform that one of them belongs to the affiliated middle school, and the other party is wearing miscellaneous summer clothes, and most of the faces are somewhat familiar with the city No. 1 middle school.

Hao Jun frowned, but found that Zhao Wenjie and Xiao Nizi had already walked quickly to their side, and participated in the confrontation without asking for reason.

He scratched his head, and found that the rational thinking of adults could not keep up with the passionate personality and youth of boys and girls, so he reluctantly joined the team belonging to the side of the city No. 1 Middle School, if he did not take a stand, I am afraid that Xiao Nizi and Wen Jie will complain about him, and the new collective of the city No. 1 Middle School is afraid that he will be excluded in the future.

He didn't want to see that, even though he didn't care too much.

From the beginning of Zhao Wenjie's complaints in the dormitory, he knew that the students of the two schools would still fight each other after all, but he didn't expect that he would face this situation so quickly.

At this time, the foreknowledge of what he believed to be the last hole card did not seem to have much effect.

Of course, all this may be a conspiracy led by the first lieutenant colonel of the city.

Hao Jun unscrupulously used conspiracy theories to slander the leadership of the No. 1 Middle School, including the wise and martial Principal Song, and it was obvious that this group of students gathered from all over Lotus City quickly coalesced into a whole in such a way, and it seemed that the results were much faster than any kind of method and preaching.

The addition of Hao Jun and the three of them suddenly made the city No. 1 Middle School appear to be overcrowded, but he was a little redundant, and the current situation did not seem to evolve into a full martial arts.

The students of the No. 1 Middle School in the city who came from afar will not turn the situation in an unpredictable direction.

The three of them seem to be able to play a good role as passers-by.

"Why, how many people want to fight?" Sure enough, the other party spoke first.

When Hao Jun heard this, he couldn't help but smile slightly, turned his head, and looked at the swans floating on the water in the distance, combing their white feathers with their bright yellow beaks, what a quiet and peaceful picture!

"Apologize!" followed by several boys standing at the front of the city No. 1 Middle School shouting in unison, slightly suppressing their violent emotions.

Hao Jun only then focused his attention on the position between the two people, and when he saw a beautiful girl with bright eyes and bright teeth, he felt a little sudden in his heart.

Don't bully the young man who doesn't know Yan Ruyu, all the wars started only because of Qiu Xin and Xia Yuqing, who were slim in the middle, and it was only because of them that this kind of struggle was infinitely vibrant, and it was a matter of the dignity and face of the young man, and no one would easily take a step back.

The domineering side finds that it is not superior in numbers, so it is natural to win it back in other aspects.

"It is a very normal custom in Western society for a gentleman to invite a beautiful lady to dinner, I will think that you people from Lotus City do not know the reason, but I have explained it now, so please stop hindering me!"

The leading teenager seemed polite, but his words were somewhat aggressive.

"A bunch of hillbillies, dirt buns!"

Among the teenagers on the side of the affiliated middle school, a slightly thin boy muttered softly, but it was like a loud slap in the face of everyone in the city's first middle school.

Xia Yu was furious early in the morning, she and Qiu Xin had just packed their luggage and were visiting and wandering around the campus of the affiliated middle school for a while, but they were unexpectedly entangled by a few scoundrel-like students.

It's not that they haven't encountered such a situation, but Xia Yuqing's kung fu on his small mouth and Qiu Xin's pretty face with a frosty face thousands of miles away will always discourage those boys and retreat.

But today's group of people is different, their sharp weapons are completely useless, these stalker boys are indeed polite like a gentleman, but this disguised out of place makes them feel disgusted.

Especially the arrogant attitude of being high, as if eating with him was a kind of charity, made Xia Yuqing feel extreme.

Qiu Xin still looked cold, as if there was nothing else in her world that could tug at her heartstrings except what she cared about.

When the two girls were stopped on their way, the teenagers of the No. 1 Middle School in the city, who saw the uneven road, stepped forward, and such a situation gradually formed.

Xia Yuqing really couldn't bear it anymore, and the girl's face was indignant, like a gorgeous blush, but it added a bit of cuteness.

The "gentleman's" eyes lit up, "It turns out that this young lady is also so bright and moving, I wonder if I can invite the two of you to dinner?" he bowed slightly.

Xia Yuqing made a retching motion, "It's obvious that you are stalking, but now you dare to hit Miss Ben's idea, the lake in your school is quite big, you can go over and take a look at your face, call by the way, and see if the swans in the lake are willing to take care of you!"

Xia Yuqing has never been a good stubble, and the little girl is naturally extremely sharp when she fights back.

The gentleman was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "Since you have rejected me, then please keep your mouth shut, I will ask this young lady now!"

His eyes looked Qiu Xin up and down, and he did not hide the ** in his eyes.

Zhao Wenjie, who couldn't hold back his emotions for a long time, immediately squeezed forward when he heard the words, blocked in front of Xia Yuqing, and said proudly: "Yuqing is right, please take a careful look at your face, it's not your fault that you're ugly, but it's scary to come out, that is, you're wrong! Didn't your mother teach you?"

Hao Jun was stunned, Comrade Da Biao really learned and put it into practice, and actually used the words he used to mock him, but when he said it at this moment, it was so sharp and piercing people's hearts.

"Shame on you, Yang Zichuan, do you want our class to be a joke for the whole school?"

A cold snort came from far and near, obviously aimed at the proud gentleman.

Hao Jun's pupils shrank, looking at the figure that gradually became clear from far to near, the handsome face with a hint of childish charm seemed to be like a huge mountain, and it was fiercely suppressed towards his heart.

Is this fate?