The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Chapter 378: Fresh High School Campus Male God 19

After Xuanyuan said those words, Yan Ze's eyes flashed with a bit of shock, as if he had realized something, but if you say that he really figured out something and made up his mind, it was not the case. There was no such obvious change. His indulgence and unrestrainedness for so long might not be changed by Xuanyuan's words.

However, these words still left some traces in Yan Ze's heart. After Xuanyuan said these words to him, he was a little sluggish in the next few classes. He didn't sleep on the table like usual, but stared blankly with his eyes open.

Yan Ze's loss of soul and shock lasted until the afternoon school was over. When the crisp and loud school bell rang, Yan Ze, who had been sluggish all afternoon and was lying on the desk in a daze like a salted fish, suddenly became energetic. He stood up suddenly, then carried his schoolbag and left the classroom.

Usually, after school in the afternoon, Yan Ze would either go to Lu's house with Xuan Yuan - in order to no longer sit in the back seat and be taken there by Xuan Yuan, Yan Ze also bought a bicycle. If he didn't get up too late, he would ride to school and not ask the driver to take him there.

If he didn't go to Lu's house for dinner after school, Yan Ze would most likely choose to go to the Internet cafe with his group of friends who didn't like studying and were lazy all day, or teach a lesson to the students from other schools who ran to the vicinity of No. 1 Middle School to make trouble, or go to eat barbecue, and usually go home very late.

After returning home, Yan Ze usually fell asleep after washing up. His room was on the third floor of the villa, and the sound insulation was good. He could completely block out all the noises made by Yan's father and mother downstairs in the villa and have a comfortable sleep.

However, Yan Ze was a little abnormal today. He neither waited for Xuan Yuan to join him nor went to find his group of younger brothers scattered in various classes. Instead, he ran away quickly with his schoolbag after school, as if someone was chasing him.

"Well, is it today?" After Yan Ze ran away quickly, Xuan Yuan, who was originally packing up slowly and preparing to go home - in principle, day students in the first year of high school can freely choose whether to attend evening self-study - suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled thoughtfully.

Xuan Yuan raised his eyebrows and pondered for a moment. The action of packing things paused, and then stopped. He thought about it and simply sat down again. He took out the homework that he had not finished and was going to take back, and prepared to leave the classroom after finishing it.

At such a critical time and turning point, he should not join in the fun. Yan Ze is still a very cute boy. It is not bad to let him be like the original plot. At least with Song Yuyun watching him, he can also strive forward, instead of indulging himself like he is now.

"Are you going to stay for evening self-study today? I am really surprised." When Xuan Yuan was busy doing his homework, the person in front of him who was originally going out for dinner and then coming back for evening self-study suddenly turned his head and asked with some surprise.

Although the school has been open for more than half a semester, Xuanyuan and Yanze have always sat in the second to last row of desks by the window. However, they have not developed any deep friendship with the desks in front and behind them. They can hardly even call each other acquaintances. For example, the student in front of Xuanyuan has not said a few words to him so far.

Xuanyuan's hands did not stop, still holding the pen and writing homework at a very fast speed. Formulas poured out from the pen like flowing water. The calculation process with beautiful handwriting and sharp pen strokes covered the entire test paper, and was written completely in the answer area without any draft.

Looking up, he nodded slightly to the person in front of him who turned around to talk to him. Xuanyuan was multitasking but still calm and composed. He smiled faintly and said, "I'm not staying for evening self-study. I just plan to finish these homework before going back. Anyway, I'll finish it soon, so I won't bother taking it back."

The students in front of Xuanyuan suddenly showed some envy and awe in their eyes. Although they were only in the first year of high school, the amount of homework was so large that they couldn't finish it even after evening self-study at nine o'clock every day, and they still had to work overtime when they got home. Only a top student like Lu Chenxi could finish their homework after school at around 5:30 in the afternoon.

No, the word top student is not enough to describe Lu Chenxi. He should be a god of study. After all, I didn't see how hard he studied on weekdays. He arrived in the classroom and left the classroom on time every day. He never went to evening self-study and studied carelessly on weekdays. But after several monthly exams, he was always the first in the grade.

If this is not a god of study, who is the god of study? Compared to his casual words "I'll finish it soon anyway", those poor students really can't finish their homework even if they stay up until eleven or twelve every day. There are so many homeworks, but there is never enough time.

When Xuanyuan was concentrating on finishing the last math test paper in half an hour, Yan Ze was wandering around No. 1 Middle School. He was in a trance and felt that his mind was very messy. He seemed to be thinking about many things, but his mind was messy and he couldn't know what he was thinking clearly.

"Hu..." Yan Ze exhaled with a little distress. In the slightly cool air of November, although he didn't turn into white mist when he breathed, the air was actually cold enough. Yan Ze, who was only wearing a thin coat, couldn't help but shiver in the wind and felt more confused.

All along, Yan Ze has been clearly aware that he is in such a situation: dissatisfied with the status quo, full of resentment, he wants to change it, but he is reluctant to take action. He is content with the current situation of self-indulgence, laxity and ease. He knows that continuing like this is a waste of time and life, but he cannot make up his mind to change.

He has infinite hopes and things he wants to do, but he is reluctant to take action. He just waits passively, continues to be a salted fish who is dissatisfied with the status quo but does not change it, but is still full of resentment and sadness, thinking that everything in the world has failed him.

How ridiculous.

Yan Ze has always known that he is ridiculous, but he has been lazy and has never been able to firmly believe in change. He lives in a muddle all day long. Occasionally he is cynical and blames the world for why he has failed him, but never thinks that it is because he has not taken action.

"Ah!" Yan Ze was wandering around in the alleys near No. 1 Middle School, not knowing where to go or where to go, when suddenly a scream with a hint of fear rang out. Because of fear, this originally sweet and soft voice became sharp, but it was already broken by fear.

Awakened by this sudden scream, Yan Ze frowned and subconsciously thought: Which little bastard is so crazy that he dared to run to the vicinity of No. 1 Middle School to cause trouble after my warning? Do you think his fists are not strong enough and you don't want to live anymore?

Yan Ze is the boss of No. 1 Middle School. He controls this territory. He can bully people from No. 1 Middle School (although he basically has no time to bully them), but if students from other schools or gangsters in society dare to touch students from No. 1 Middle School, just wait for him!

He ran in the direction of the scream with his long legs. Yan Ze ran very fast, almost galloping. The slightly cool wind in late autumn blew past him, but he felt a surge of anger from his heart and no longer felt cold.

When he rushed to the entrance of the alley where someone was screaming, Yan Ze's chest rose and fell, and he was panting. He looked up and saw three or four gangsters holding cigarette butts in their hands and smoking, blocking a long-haired girl wearing the uniform of No. 1 Middle School at the entrance of the alley.

These hooligans laughed ambiguously from time to time, pretending to be graceful and flirting with the blocked girl, but the girl resisted and interrupted them, severely reprimanding their behavior with a trembling voice.

These hooligans can still regard a rejection as fun, but after many times, they get annoyed. When a hooligans was angry and wanted to grab the girl's hand, the blocked girl threw out the heavy schoolbag behind her, which happened to hit the hooligans.

"It hurts, it hurts!" The hooligans who were hit were hit on the right shoulder. When the heavy schoolbag fell, a sharp pain came, which made him scream out, and even because of the heavy force brought by the schoolbag, he took a few steps back.

The schoolbag with more than a dozen books weighed more than ten pounds. When this heavy schoolbag fell on the head, it was really an unbearable weight for life. I think these unlearned hooligans finally felt the pain of high school students.

Carrying such heavy schoolbags all day, it is useless for students to be tall, they will be short in the end QAQ.

"Stinky bitch, you are shameless!" A gangster on the left threw the cigarette butt between his fingertips to the ground with an angry face, stomped it out with his foot, and rushed towards the girl, stretching out his cigarette-stained hand to grab the girl's long hair.

Yan Ze immediately raised his eyebrows, with a bit of anger and coldness in his eyes. While running over there quickly, he shouted angrily: "You are so brave that you actually come here to bully people in No. 1 Middle School! Are you looking for a fight?"

Rushing to the group of gangsters, Yan Ze clenched his right hand into a fist and swung it directly at the gangster who tried to grab the girl's hair. The fist landed heavily on the gangster's face, and the huge force made the gangster stagger a few steps and fall to the ground.

After knocking down a gangster, Yan Ze, who was already filled with anger, did not stop, but rushed towards another gangster. He clenched his white hands into fists and hit the gangster on the head without mercy. His handsome face was terrifying and intimidating.

"Be careful!" At this moment, the girl who was forced into a corner by these gangsters suddenly screamed and warned, "Be careful of someone attacking from behind."

Yan Ze did not bother to think about why the voice sounded familiar. He turned around and raised his right foot to kick back hard.

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