Chapter Eight Hehe! !

Cao Mengyuan didn't show any expression when she saw Shen Dapeng coming in, but Shen Dapeng smiled slightly, which immediately made her feel strange and at a loss.

Normally, in class and even in school, there were indeed many boys who would peek at her, but every time she found out, everyone would quickly look away, without the courage to look directly at her.

But... Shen Dapeng, who has always been very introverted, not only looked at her directly in the car today, but also in class, which made Cao Mengyuan feel a little curious, did he receive any stimulation? Because just listening to the conversation between him and Li Zeyu, it seems that someone beat him up. Could it be that he broke his head?

Shen Dapeng didn't know that just a random smile would make Cao Mengyuan have so many weird thoughts in her mind. For white-collar businessmen who work hard in Sanlitun, smiling when seeing people is the most basic work routine.

Shen Dapeng remembered that his seat seemed to be in front of Li Zeyu, seeing that Li Zeyu had already taken his seat, he sat directly on the seat in front of him.

As soon as I looked up, I could see Cao Mengyuan's back, which I had secretly watched for three years, reappeared in front of my eyes...

For a moment, Shen Dapeng couldn't help feeling an unspeakable emotion in his heart.

Since the first year of high school, he has been secretly in love with this pure-looking girl who has begun to look like a goddess.

It's just that Cao Mengyuan at that time was like a princess in his eyes, and he was more like a barren dwarf in spirit and material. No matter how beautiful the fairy tales are, they are always deceiving.

Until the moment when he graduated from high school, he didn't muster up the courage to confess his love, but just watched her silently. For her sake, he was beaten up by Sun Dapaozi several times for no reason.

The beautiful back in front of my eyes turned into a long-lost youthful crush in my thoughts, excitement and melancholy intertwined into an unforgettable memory...

Every morning, Shen Dapeng looks forward to meeting her on the bus when he was going to school. Just a chance meeting, a casual early morning silhouette, an unreal side face and eyes, can always keep him in a happy mood for the day.

At that time, Shen Dapeng was wondering if one day he would sit with her by coincidence, and then talk to her about life and the future...

Of course, that was just a beautiful fantasy. Even if there was an empty seat beside Cao Mengyuan, he might not have the courage to sit down, and even if he had the courage, it might not be his turn.

First love is not full, the rest is beautiful.

"call……"

Shen Dapeng took a deep breath, shook his head, and shook off his random thoughts, only to realize that the classroom was already full.

Looking around the already unfamiliar classroom, there are eight large characters written on colored paper above the blackboard, overcoming difficulties and fearing no danger!

There are nine small characters written on the right side of the blackboard, politics, language, English, mathematics... This is the schedule of lessons to be studied for the day, and the word "self" at the end should be the last evening self-study.

In the upper left corner of the blackboard, there is a large block letter artwork outlined with colored chalk, "There are 341 days before the college entrance examination."

Looking at Cao Mengyuan's back, then at Li Zeyu behind him, and the students crowded in the classroom, Shen Dapeng secretly sighed: "There are still 341 days, and the busy life of high school will end. The classmates and friends of several years will be separated from each other. The deep friendship is about to die, and how many young feelings are doomed to have no ending..."

The desks are full of reference books, exercise books, and test papers of various subjects, piled up as high as a hill, and the faces under the hill are slightly immature, with a bit of fatigue and exhaustion. Tired, but there is some inexplicable firmness in his eyes!

Of course, not everyone piles up hills on their desks just to study hard. Like Li Zeyu, he does this just to hide behind the hills and sleep secretly.

A few students had already secretly taken out their extracurricular books, and the cautious cat was behind the stacked books, reading them with great interest.

Early self-study is the preparation stage for a busy day of classes.

Usually there will be no teachers to disturb, accompanied by the small whispers among the students and the sound of flipping books, the early self-study passed by in the blink of an eye.

At some point, a middle-aged man stood on the podium in the classroom. With a resolute face, shrewd eyes, a height of more than 1.8 meters, and a neat suit of clothes, he looked comfortable.

Shen Dapeng still remembered clearly that this was the political teacher in their class, Wang Jingdang!

Not good at talking, some little cleanliness, lectures are very disciplined, only talk about the contents of the book, others, not a word!

Politics is Shen Dapeng's weakness, so he listened very carefully. After only half the class, Wang Jingdang finished the content of the book, and then asked his classmates to do exercises, and he took out his pen. Remember something.

Shen Dapeng looked at the questions in the exercise booklet, and suddenly realized that politics didn't seem that difficult. After finishing the exercises, he started to look through the textbooks at the back, counting it as a review!

"Ringling..."

"get out of class is over!"

As soon as the ringing sound came to mind, Wang Jingdang packed his things neatly after only saying two words, and left the classroom by himself.

Afterwards, some students left the classroom in twos and threes. Shen Dapeng wanted to go for a walk, but when he turned around and saw Li Zeyu sleeping soundly, he didn't bother him, and turned around to continue reading his textbooks.

As a result, Shen Dapeng was about to turn around when he saw a boy with dyed yellow hair followed by a bald boy. Both of them walked into the classroom flauntingly with wooden stool legs in their hands. Scanned everyone, as if looking for something.

Shen Dapeng knew that yellow-haired boy, his name was Yuan Shuai, and he claimed to be the leader of the No. 1 Middle School. It seemed that some relative in the family worked in the county education committee, so he caused some small troubles in the school, and the school turned a blind eye. Close one eye.

As a result, no student in the school dared to provoke him at will, and later he was taken in by the gangster Sun Dapaozi outside the school, and he was a little crazy both inside and outside the school!

This was also the main reason why no one dared to stop him from entering Shen Dapeng's class at will.

Although Shen Dapeng was beaten up by Sun Dapaozi yesterday, Sun Dapaozi didn't take advantage of it. He was accidentally shot by Shen Dapeng, and he is still swollen after one night!

So I found Yuan Shuai, a pony boy, in the morning, and asked him to go to school to find someone from shift to shift.

The elder brother was bullied, it must be a good opportunity for Yuan Shuai to show his gallantry, he hurriedly took a younger brother from the school, and according to Sun Da Paozi's description, he went all over the school with "weapons" to arrest people.

"Hey? You kid, I'm talking about you. What's your name? How did you hurt your head?"

Yuan Shuai walked around after entering the third and seventh classes of senior high school. When he saw Shen Dapeng, he immediately felt a little suspicious. He had a wound on his head and his appearance matched him!

Yuan Shuai took the stool legs and tapped Shen Dapeng's table back and forth. He rolled up his sleeves intentionally or unintentionally, revealing a tattoo on his arm that looked like a snake, not a snake, or a dragon, but not a dragon.

These days, few students would actually go to a tattoo parlor to get a tattoo. Yuan Shuai was just a tattoo sticker bought at a night market, and made it look like a fake tiger.

"Hehe! Hehe!!"

Shen Dapeng chuckled disdainfully. A bad boy like Yuan Shuai could only frighten the ignorant students in school, and occasionally received some so-called "protection money" as a tribute.

If it was placed in the society, people would have already wiped his yellow hair clean.

(Small tattoos, big flower arms, all are not good, but how did Shen Dapeng get through his first crisis? Baby Yu won’t tell you~)