Chapter 1 The Ring of Heaven

"Song Yan, right? Xue Shaoyou please, come with us!" Song Yan just walked out of the classroom when two tall boys approached him and said to him proudly with their heads held high.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment. The so-called Young Master Xue should be one of the four evil young masters in the school. He doesn't seem to have anything to do with him.

"What's the matter, hurry up!" Seeing that he was in a daze, one of the boys pushed him in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, I'll go with you right now." Song Yan nodded as if submissive, and followed behind the two tall boys.

In the woods next to the school playground, a boy with long hair put his hands in his trouser pockets, stood with his back to Song Yan, and the two students who sandwiched Song Yan respectfully said to him: "Xue Shao, we Bring this kid."

The long-haired boy slowly turned around, his eyes were slightly sharp, and there was a bit of arrogance between his eyebrows. Suddenly, a playful look appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he put out his index finger and tickled him: "Song Yan, I know why I called you here. here?"

Song Yan shook his head suspiciously: "I don't know."

Xue Yuancheng's mouth became even more playful: "Slap yourself twice, and then I'll tell you what happened."

Hearing this, Song Yan's face changed slightly, and a chill flashed in his eyes. He has always been a low-key person in school, which does not mean that he can be bullied by others.

"Xue Shao, I asked myself that I didn't offend you, are you doing it too much?"

"What if it's too much?" Xue Yuancheng pouted his lips disdainfully: "You are a poor scumbag, you can kill a big movie with just one finger, just slapped yourself twice, now, Ben has changed his mind, knelt down and killed himself. A slap in the face ten times is a reward for talking back."

Song Yan stood there and didn't move, but there was a flash of anger in his eyes, this Xue Yuancheng was simply too deceiving.

"Damn, Xue Shao asked you to kneel down, and you're still standing up!" One of Xue Yuancheng's servants kicked Song Yan's calf, intending to kick him to the ground.

fed up!

Song Yan got angry, took one step, avoided the opponent's attack, and stared at him coldly: "Don't force me!"

"Yo! You still dare to hide, you're very daring!" Wang Fei said in a playful manner, then rushed towards Song Yan, raised his hand and slapped him.

Xue Yuancheng put his hands back in his trouser pockets and smiled at this scene. His two valet were both good at fighting. Since that kid Song Yan was ignorant of fun, let him suffer more.

The other valet also stood there and didn't move. In his opinion, Wang Fei alone was more than enough to deal with Song Yan.

Seeing that Wang Fei's palm was about to land on Song Yan's cheek, Song Yan suddenly took a step back, avoiding Wang Fei's palm, and then he simply slapped the other person's cheek neatly.

"Snapped!"

A crisp and clean slap sounded, and then saw Wang Fei staggering back a few steps, staring at Song Yan with unbelievable eyes, he did not expect that Song Yan not only dared to fight back, but also gave him a stern hand.

The fiery pain on his cheek made him annoyed and angry, and his eyes were even faintly red: "Chopsticks, I'm going to kill you!"

So, Wang Fei roared, rushed towards Song Yan again, swung out his right arm, and went straight to Song Yan's cheek.

Seeing this, Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and kicked out abruptly.

"boom!"

Wang Fei, who was kicked in the lower abdomen, flew in response and fell two meters away.

"Trash, you can't even clean up a poor diaosi, you two go together!" Xue Yuancheng shouted coldly.

Another attendant helped Wang Fei up, stared at Song Yan with a bad expression, and then rushed towards him from left to right.

One punch still hit Song Yan on the cheek, while the other kicked fiercely between his legs.

"court death!"

As Song Yan drank lightly, he flew out and went straight to the middle of the two, with his arms flying out like two whips.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two boys who were hit on the chest by his arms staggered back, then fell to the ground, stroking their chests, feeling a little breathless, and looked at Song Yan with a little more fear.

Song Yan turned his head and stared coldly at Xue Yuancheng, who looked slightly panicked, and walked towards him.

"Stop, don't come here!" Xue Yuancheng shouted.

But Song Yan ignored it. Then, he walked in front of Xue Yuancheng, grabbed his neck, and slapped Xue Yuancheng's face hard.

Letting go of Xue Yuancheng, Song Yan took two steps back, stared at him and asked, "Tell me, why are you bothering me?"

"You dare to hit me! Do you know who I am?" Xue Yuancheng didn't answer Song Yan, but stared at him resentfully.

Suddenly, Song Yan stepped forward, clasped Xue Yuancheng's neck again, and gave him a few slaps with a bow from left to right, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and asked, "Xue Yuancheng, don't challenge my patience, and said, why are you looking for me? trouble!"

Contacting Song Yan's beast-like eyes, Xue Yuancheng couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart: "Yes...it's because of Xiang Feifei!"

Hearing this name, Song Yan's expression was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Xue Yuancheng was actually taking the lead for Xiang Feifei, and a woman wearing a long white dress with a pure lotus-like temperament flashed in his mind.

Xiang Feifei, the temperament girl of Shengye Middle School, she is an art student and rarely comes to school. Even so, there are many boys who adore her.

Song Yan still remembers that at the New Year's Day party of Sheng Ye Middle School last year, Xiang Feifei played a guzheng song in white clothes. Her elegant and cold appearance was like a fairy walking out of a painting. That night, she almost conquered. Everyone present also left a deep impression on him.

When he went downstairs yesterday, he accidentally knocked down Xiang Feifei. It seems that Xue Yuancheng was in charge of Xiang Feifei for this matter.

"Did Xiang Feifei ask you to come?" Song Yan looked down at Xue Yuancheng and asked.

"No, no, I came by myself. Xiang Feifei didn't know about it."

Song Yan smiled and let go of Xue Yuancheng: "Remember, don't provoke me in the future!"

After speaking, Song Yan turned around and left. Xue Yuancheng was a rich second-generation, so he gathered a group of students around him, but he didn't take him to heart.

Seeing Song Yan leaving arrogantly, Xue Yuancheng almost clenched his teeth.

Holy Night Middle School, Class 9 of Senior Three.

The head teacher, Yan Weimin, walked into the classroom with an angry face and placed the textbooks on the desk. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the classroom became tense.

Yan Weimin's eyes fell on the last row of the classroom, a tall boy sleeping on the desk, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he said coldly:

"Song Yan, stand up!"

Song Yan stood up from his seat, rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at Yan Weimin blankly and said, "Mr. Yan, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing Song Yan's appearance, Yan Weimin couldn't help but get angry and shouted angrily: "I want to ask you what's going on, why are you fighting, all the teachers from the third class have come to the door, and your grades are poor. The whole class is just a hindrance, and now you are destroying the reputation of the class, I think you are becoming more and more hopeless."

When Song Yan heard this, he immediately understood that Xue Yuancheng should have complained to the teacher, and he despised Xue Yuancheng a little in his heart.

"Song Yan!!"

Yan Weimin's voice increased by a few decibels, and his eyes were a little more unpleasant: "I warn you for the last time, if you don't repent again, I will definitely recommend to the principal to expel you."

"Understood." Song Yan replied with his head lowered.

"Sit down." Seeing Song Yan's "dead wood can't be carved" appearance, Yan Weimin couldn't help but feel a deep disgust in his heart, and secretly decided that if this kid is no longer interesting, he must suggest to the principal fire him.

"Yes."

Song Yan responded and took his seat again. He wanted to continue sleeping on his stomach, but after thinking about it, he should not touch Lao Yan's mold again.

On the podium, Yan Weimin once again made a cliché, explaining the importance of the college entrance examination, so that everyone must review carefully and strive to be admitted to a good university.

Song Yan, male, 17 years old, 1.82 meters tall, a native of Xiangcheng City, studied in the third and ninth class of Shengye Middle School, his grades were poor, and he was not liked by the teachers, especially the head teacher Yan Weimin.

His parents both died in a car accident when he was ten years old, and now he lives with his uncle Song Shize. The uncle is currently the deputy director of the Xiangcheng Education Bureau and a deputy director-level cadre.

It was because of this that the school could tolerate the existence of a poor student like him. Of course, he was able to enter Shengye Middle School, the best middle school in the city, and even a relatively famous middle school in the Yanhuang Kingdom. The uncle still contributed a lot.

Song Yan is very grateful to his uncle. Without him, it would have been impossible for him to enter Holy Night Middle School with his poor high school entrance examination scores.

In terms of food, clothing, and even pocket money, the uncle has never treated him badly. It is for this reason that he is extremely low-key in school and does not want to cause more trouble to the uncle.

However, it is difficult for him to regard the uncle's house as his own, because there is a bitter and mean aunt in the family.

When the uncle was at home, the aunt was always kind to him, but when the uncle was away, the other party became cold-faced and attacked him with sharp words from time to time. Aunt is disgusted

Because of this, he chose to live on campus.

After school, Song Yan put the schoolbag in the dormitory and walked to the uncle's house alone.

Today is Friday, and there is no class tomorrow or the day after.

The Ministry of Education of Yanhuang Guoxue has expressly stipulated that schools are not allowed to occupy weekends to make up classes, and huge fines will be imposed upon discovery.

Therefore, even if the college entrance examination is only three months away, the school will be on time off on weekends.

In fact, Song Yan didn't want to go to the uncle's house. However, the uncle strongly requested that he should not refuse the uncle's kindness.

The uncle lived in the high-end community of Amethyst Court, and Yan Huangguo treated civil servants very well. The uncle, the deputy director level, has a year, plus bonuses and benefits, there are more than one million.

"Tuk Tuk."

Song Yan knocked on the door of the uncle's house.

The person who opened the door was a young girl with a beautiful face and a tall physique. She found that Song Yan was standing outside the door, and the other party turned her head and left.

The girl's name is Song Xue. She is his cousin. She is only sixteen years old, but she is already over 1.75 meters tall. She is a typical model. I have to say that the genes of the old Song family are very good. beauty.

Moreover, Song Xue was also a student of Shengye Middle School, also a senior in high school. Compared with him, his grades were higher and higher, leaving him far behind.

I don't know if it was because of the influence of my aunt, Song Xue has always been very indifferent to his cousin. When I met him at school, he never greeted him. Even if he took the initiative to say hello, Song Xue generally ignored him.

Song Yan changed his shoes and glanced at the living room, but he didn't find the uncle, so he asked, "Xiaoxue, where is the uncle, haven't you got off work yet?"

"The unit has something to do temporarily, so it won't come back." Song Xue responded coldly.

"Oh." Song Yan responded, wanting to turn his head and leave, getting along with this mother and daughter, he was very stressed.

Ten minutes later, Song Yan was holding a bowl and eating silently with her head down. Aunt Yang Yanli suddenly put down her chopsticks and asked, "Song Yan, did you fight someone?"

"Yeah." Song Yan nodded in a muffled voice. He didn't expect that the eldest aunt also knew about this matter. Could it be Song Xue's complaint? Before school, the story of him hitting Xue Yuancheng spread in the school.

"You're getting more and more outrageous. Do you know how much your uncle has done to send you to Holy Night High School? Can't you save some snacks and don't smear him?"

"Understood, I won't anymore." Song Yan said in a deep voice, but felt inexplicably aggrieved in his heart.

After dinner, Song Yan left the uncle's house gloomily, and the words of the uncle's aunt's lesson echoed in his ears.

On the way back to the dormitory, there was a little more confusion in his eyes, he didn't know where his future path was.

With his poor grades, even the worst junior college could not be admitted, but he knew that if he was willing to speak up, even if he was embarrassed, the uncle would find a way to send him to a good university.

However, he didn't want to trouble his uncle any more. Back then, the driver who killed his parents escaped, and he has not been arrested until now. Therefore, he has not received a cent of compensation. Therefore, for the past seven years, he has eaten and drank. For clothing, the expenses for school are paid by the uncle. Perhaps it is because of this that the aunt hates him so much.

He didn't want to drag the uncle any more, and he didn't want to rely on others.

To tell the truth, he also wants to read books well and get admitted to a good university, but he is really not that kind of reading material, and his head will get dizzy when he comes into contact with the knowledge in the textbook.

"It would be great if I was a scholar... that's all, after the college entrance examination is over, I will go to work in another city, and have the opportunity to repay my uncle's kindness!" Song Yan thought to himself.

"Whoops, who hit me!"

Suddenly, Song Yan felt that something had hit his head, and then he heard a "ding" sound, a silver ring bounced off his head and fell to the ground, rolling out a distance before stopping.

Bending over to pick up the ring, Song Yan subconsciously looked around. This place is relatively remote and there are no other pedestrians, so where did this ring come from?

Did it fall from the sky?

The shape of the ring is very ordinary, it should be sterling silver, there is no other pattern on the interface, only an Arabic numeral "1".

But looking at the word "1", Song Yan's spirit became dazed, and a distant voice came from his ears: "The Galaxy Ring has been successfully bound to the host Song Yan, and now it is activated...!"