The first-year high school chick knelt on the ground with her stomach covered her stomach and moaned for a long time, but she didn't get up. Ji Rang took a few glances and turned around and said to Yu Zhuo: "It's better to resist the beating."

Yu Zhuo: "???"

Damn it!

Ji Rang shook his head, squatted down in front of the little chicken, grabbed his collar with his fingers, pulled him up, and asked indifferently, "What's your name?"

The little chick has finally learned the strength of a school bully. He thought he had done evil in junior high school and thought he had already stood at the peak of the king. Now he understood what it is to be a green mountain building outside the mountain building outside the building. He has his own strength.

However, these second-year juniors have always valued principles and morality. If they lose a single challenge, they have to admit it. They angrily said, "Cheng Nuo."

Ji Rang thought the name was quite special and smiled: "Do you want to be a school bully in Haiyi?"

Cheng Nuo bit his lip and said nothing, thinking that the boss was mocking him. Ji Rang let go of his collar and patted him: "If you want to, just take it, give it to you."

Before everyone could react to what direction this was, Yu Zhuo blurted out: "No!" Ji Rang glanced at him, and Yu Zhuo said angrily: "I'm still lined up!"

Ji Rang felt that this little girl was helpless.

He stood up and dusted his hands, too lazy to mess with the group of middle-aged boys anymore, and simply lowered his IQ: "Then you two discuss it, it depends on whether it is a victory or a rotation year by year."

Can this be fucking a turn???

Ji Rangcai ignored them and whispered to Qi Ying: "Let's go, go have a meal."

Qi Ying nodded and told Yu Zhuo before leaving: "Don't fight, I will tell my uncle."

Yu Zhuo: "!!!"

Why is it always him who is injured?!

Ji Rang didn't care much about how to solve the situation in the end. Just like he had never thought about becoming a school bully before, he just fought casually and beat people up. Later, he became a school bully who everyone feared for no reason.

This is not a good reputation, I really don’t know what to argue about.

He really wants to remove this tag before graduation.

After a few days, Qu Dazhuang remembered this and came to tell him that those second-year junior high school boys had discussed for a long time and felt that with him one day, their reputation as a school bully would be unreasonable, so he decided to wait for him to graduate first.

I can only feel wronged that the boss will dominate first.

Cheng Nuo was quite a good junior high school student and his family was rich. He had been troubled every day since he entered the first year of high school. He became famous faster than Ji Rang back then. As a result, he became as quiet as a chicken in less than a month. Everyone said that he was dealt with by Ji Rang. Now even freshmen in the first year of high school knew that there was a big devil in the school.

There are too many legends on Ji Rang. Even though he is determined to learn not to cause trouble, everyone still looks lingering in fear when talking about him. After hearing too many rumors, the freshmen automatically figured out the image of a bully who was a big and fierce man. The seniors were secretly worshipped by the photos of the boss in the notice board of the seniors.

It turned out that the boss was so fucking handsome!

Does this appearance and figure really exist???

He is good at fighting, good at studying, handsome, and rich at home. He is not a big devil, he is clearly the lover in his dream!!!

So Ji Rang unknowingly gained a large number of little fans.

When I leaned on a chair to rest and play with the Rubik's Cube after class, I heard a series of suppressed screams in the corridor outside the door, turned my head and glanced at it, and asked Qu Dazhuang: "Why are there so many people outside the classroom recently?"

Qu Dazhuang: "...You really know nothing about your popularity."

Ji Rang: "?"

Qu Dazhuang thought of something and came over to gossip him: "Do you know why that little chick in the first year of high school came to you to challenge him before?"

Ji Rang focused on restoring the Rubik's Cube, and he kept talking: "Don't you want to be a school bully?"

"Yes!" Qu Dazhuang's passion for gossip made Ji Rang feel that his future career must be paparazzi, "Then do you know why he wants to be a school bully?"

"Don't you finish speaking in one go? I'll beat you up?"

Qu Dazhuang: "Because of a girl! A first-year high school flower, a goddess-level figure! I've seen it, it's so fucking good-looking! Of course, it's not as good-looking as your little fairy." Qu Dazhuang survived, "I heard that Cheng Nuo has been chasing that girl since junior high school. It was also because of the girl who came to Haiyi. As a result, the girl said that she only fell in love with the school tyrant, so that kid came to challenge you."

After listening to a long list of gossips, the boss said: "Oh."

Qu Dazhuang: "You have nothing to say?"

Ji Rang: "No."

Qu Dazhuang was anxious: "That flower is clearly using you to get rid of the chicks!"

Ji Rang: "Oh." He finally restored the Rubik's Cube, slammed it in his palm, and threw it to Qu Dazhuang: "I'll give it to you."

Qu Dazhuang: "..."

The boss is so contemptuous of gossip, probably doesn't want to know that there are rumors in the grade that he has dealt with Cheng Nuo for the sake of the higher grade. Qu Dazhuang doesn't think he has to tell him anymore, he doesn't care anyway.

As a result, within two days, Ji Rang began to receive anonymous handmade small cakes.

There is no name or signature, it is packed in a small pink box. The taste and style are different every time, and it will appear on his desk on time every morning.

Ji Rang thought someone had put it wrong two days ago, so he threw it on the lost and found rack behind the classroom. He appeared continuously for a few days before he realized that it was sent to him, and then threw it into the trash can.

Qu Dazhuang felt so distressed: "Brother! Don't eat me! I haven't had breakfast yet."

Ji Rang: "Then you go to the trash can to pick it up."

Qu Dazhuang: "???"

Humph! Just pick it up! It’s in a box anyway!

Qu Dazhuang ran to pick up the powder box. Fortunately, the garbage box was empty in the morning, and all the books and draft papers were thrown away. He opened the box and tasted it, and looked like he had never eaten good things: "Damn it delicious! It's better than the mountains and seas!"

Shanhai Dessert Shop is the one that Ji Rang and Qi Ying often go to.

Ji Rang was half-believing and half-doubted: "Really?"

Qu Dazhuang dig a spoonful of attentiveness: "Try it!"

Ji Rang looked disgusted: "I don't like sweets."

Qu Dazhuang finished the cake with a happy look on his face and patted his chest to promise: "Brother Let me! I will help you solve the desserts every morning in the future!"

Ji Rang glanced at him, thinking.

The next morning, when I arrived at the classroom, the cake was indeed there again. Qu Dazhuang was excited to go and get it. Ji Rang waved his hand away, picked up the cake and walked out.

In the classroom of Class 2, Qi Ying was drinking milk while memorizing words, biting the straw and shaking her head, making her so cute.

The girl in the front row called her: "Yingying, look for her, boss."

She looked up and saw Ji Rang standing at the door, her eyes curled up, she ran out holding the milk, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Ji Rang gave her the small cake: "Qu Dazhuang said it was delicious, please try it."

She loved sweets very much. When she saw the exquisite little cake in the box, she was really happy. She took it and took a bite. Her eyes were bright, "Wow, it's really delicious."

Ji Rang smiled: "Then I will bring you every day from now on."

So Qi Ying had a happy time to eat handmade customized small cakes every morning.

Time flies to the end of the month.

Although the third year of high school is one or two primary exams, five days and one big exam, the importance of the monthly exam is second only to the first-schedule exam at the end of the year, and it has a overall reflection of students' current learning situation and the progress of the next semester, so the whole grade attaches great importance to it.

Among them, Class 9 of Senior High School attaches the most importance.

After studying for a month of fear, I will be tested now! I don’t know which lucky goose is, and will eventually be invited by the boss to the rooftop for tea? Let’s wait and see!

The monthly exam took two days, and after the exam, the class continued, without giving the senior high school students any breath. The teacher was also busy, not only had to go to class, but also had to work overtime to correct the test paper and get the results.

Class 9 was in this terrified waiting and received the monthly exam results.

When Liu Yao walked into the classroom, he was laughing and stood on the podium with his transcript, and said excitedly: "Students! Everyone has made great progress this time! Our class has entered ten in the 100 list! It is twice as many as before! The average score in the class has also increased by two points faster! I have seen everyone's efforts over the past period of time. Students, you will definitely gain something when you work hard, so keep working hard!"

After saying that, he took the lead in applauding, but found that everyone on the seat was in a lack of interest.

What's wrong? This is?

The bell rang for the first class, and the next class was not his class. Liu Yao praised everyone for a few more words before he walked out of the classroom. As soon as he left, he immediately began to whisper.

——Is the statistics come out? Who has the least score?

——I don’t know, the student committee is still counting!

——It’s a loss if you have good grades! There’s too little room for improvement!

——Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu, this kind of lingchi feels so terrible, come out soon!

Class 9's classroom was filled with sorrow. Liu Yao didn't know yet. He was so happy that his steps were a little floating. When he walked back to the office, several teachers congratulated him.

Liu Yao smiled so hard that his face was full of pleats. When he was sitting down at his desk, he suddenly found a greeting card with a ribbon tied on the table.

I picked it up and saw that the transcript of Class 9 was included in the greeting card.

Liu Yao was a little confused. He first looked at the transcript before he saw the words in the greeting card:

——A belated Teacher's Day gift, thank you for your teaching and dedication. We will continue to work hard and live up to your expectations.

All students in Class 9 of Senior High School, respectfully.

Liu Yao's hand froze.

After reacting, tears were already filled with my eyes.

...

Because of the belated Teachers' Day gift from the students of Class 9, Liu Yao, who originally planned to take the physical education class to teach the physical education class, waved his hand and let them go to physical education class.
To be continued...