Is this class leader fake?

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Hua Yue clicked on the voice, but he didn't hear Ling Cheng's frozen voice, instead it was a child's voice that smelled like milk and was crisp and soft.

"Brother Hua, thank you for buying me the trotters."

After hearing this, Hua Yue directly clasped the phone to his chest.

Okay, fully understand why Ling Cheng has nothing to do with this little princess, just this voice, this voice of Brother Hua...

What's a pig's trotter? I'll buy you a whole pig!

"You're welcome, little princess, but don't eat too much at night. If you eat too much, you won't be able to sleep easily. Brother will buy it for you after you like it."

Hua Yue replied happily to her. To be honest, being an older brother for the first time is quite a sense of accomplishment.

The news from the little girl came back very quickly.

"Okay, thank you brother! Also, I don't want to be a little princess, I want to be a flower fairy."

The second half of the voice was accompanied by Qianqian's crisp smile.

"Alright little fairy, you can do whatever you say."

Hua Yue replied with a smile, checked the time and sent another one.

"Little Fairy, it's time to go to bed. It's so late, the rabbits are waiting to dream with you in Wonderland."

After receiving the good night blessing from Fairy Qianqian, Hua Yue sent a voice note to Ling Cheng contentedly.

"Squad Leader Ling, why didn't you just add me at the restaurant, you have to work hard to find out my WeChat account in the middle of the night, it's not too troublesome."

"Don't get me wrong, Qianqian wanted to add it."

Ling Cheng gave a brief explanation, and then he probably added another sentence because he was afraid that he would make trouble after chasing this topic.

"Sleep."

Hua Yue snorted when he heard the voice, the old popsicle card was so arrogant.

However, given that he is in a good mood now, Huayue still replied to him again.

"good night, see you tomorrow."

Hua Yue arrived at school very technically, almost stepping on the morning reading bell to come in. Although he was not late today, he still attracted the attention of the whole class again.

A handsome guy at the junior level, just a week after he transferred to this school, he changed from a sunny normal person to a disabled person with his arms hanging, which is still very imaginative...

"Oh my god...it's not the monitor who feels that his status as a school grass is not guaranteed, so he took advantage of the weekend to kill Xinmiao, right?"

The girl in the third row chattered in a low voice, and the little sister at the same table turned her head and glanced at her after listening.

"Okay, I know you are the representative of the Chinese class, why don't I give you a pen and write a book about the love and hatred between the school grass."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the white plaster cast on Huayue's arm.

"I'm different, I'd rather paint on his plasterboard."

"...Okay, I also know that you are a literary and art committee member."

The voices of the two girls were not too low, at least Hua Yue, who was passing by, heard it, so he simply turned back and stretched the plasterboard in front of the girls, and said with a smile.

"Maybe there is not enough time for painting, why don't you sign it first, occupy this place, and come back to paint again when you have time."

The literary and art committee member who returned to the horse and shot him was caught off guard. From bewildered to bewildered and then shy, he finally took out the marker pen boldly. Before he could open the cap, he was poked by his deskmate with an elbow, almost smashing his tooth into a plaster cast. board.

Hua Yue raised his head, and saw Squad Leader Ling standing at the door of the class, looking at him with no expression, and helping the air conditioner to turn on the air.

Glancing at the little girl who was planning to sign his autograph just now, Hua Yue looked at Ling Cheng and sighed honestly as if she had been stabbed suddenly, and followed him back to the seat.

"You have to be cool in moderation. Let me tell you, you are always like this. The little girl who likes you is afraid to hand you a love letter."

Hua Yue reasoned with him earnestly.

"so what?"

Ling Cheng took out the question set, and asked questions that had nothing to do with him.

"So you should learn from me, you know what it means if you have a degree of relaxation."

Hua Yue patted his chest without any burden, and you look at me with a straight face, which means that I am a role model.

Ling Cheng snorted coldly and glanced at him.

"Let's talk about it when my brain is caught by the door. I can't learn without that."

"..."

Hua Yue picked up a dictionary and looked at him calmly.

"I don't mind smashing it for you now."

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Qi stepped onto the podium and glanced at Huayue who was holding a dictionary.

"Where is this plan to blow up the bunker? What's the matter with the arm? Are you honorably wounded after completing the task assigned to you by the organization?"

"Please don't worry about the organization, this little injury will definitely not affect my determination to work hard and strive for the top."

Hua Yue said seriously.

"Then let me explain where you got the injury by the way, and the organization will think about how to deal with it for you."

Jiang Qi leaned on the podium and looked at him teasingly.

What do you mean?Fighting outside the school will not be punished, right?

Hua Yue paused, this question seems a little difficult to answer...

"He was hit by a bicycle and his arm fell on a lamppost and broke."

Ling Cheng raised his head and glanced at Jiang Qi, saying nothing emotionally.

"..."

Hua Yue frowned and glanced at him, what a fucking bizarre and tortuous fracture process...

"How did you know?"

Jiang Qi raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he didn't know whether he was surprised by the awesome fracture method, or because Ling Cheng actually witnessed the whole process.

Ling Cheng didn't know what he thought of, so he smiled with the corners of his lips curled up.

"Because I'm the monitor."

Huayue: "..."

Jiang Qi: "..."

classmate:"……"

Children, do you have many question marks? ?

"I went to eat, just happened to meet."

Ling Cheng still gave an explanation that normal people can understand.

"alright."

Jiang Qi didn't continue to ask, and said to Hua Yue.

"Then it will be hard for you to unlock the new function of the left hand recently."

Before Hua Yue could answer something, he heard several boys laughing uncontrollably.

"What are you laughing at? Writing with your left hand exercises the function of your right brain. Is there any problem?"

Jiang Qi knocked down the podium table with a serious face.

"No, no, Mr. Jiang is right."

Immediately there are boys at the bottom who agree.

However, unlocking new functions still requires an upgrade, but the upgrade process is also difficult and tortuous.

"Hey, fuck it..."

Huayue has been listening to the class very seriously, and even tried to follow the teacher's train of thought to take some notes, but he couldn't do it well.

This pen, it has its own thoughts, every stroke is shouting, I want to bloom, I want to bloom...

Ling Cheng scanned him several times, sighed resignedly, reached out to take his textbook, and made notes for him.

"Ask me if you don't understand."

"I didn't hit you just now..."

Hua Yue looked at him freshly.

"Are you sick, monitor?"

"..."

The pen in Ling Cheng's hand paused, and he frowned and glanced at him.

"When you go for a reexamination, remember to ask someone to prescribe some brain fragments to see if you can save it. It's a pity that the cerebellum has shrunk like you."

"..."

Chu Siyuan's class secretary is really not for nothing, just like a class nanny, there are problems everywhere, he is the best candidate for the Nobel Prize.

After class, I ran to Huayue to report.

"Brother Hua, is your arm okay? How did you do it?"

Hua Yue chuckled, and pointed at Ling Cheng with a pen.

"Didn't squad leader Ling say that? I smashed the electric pole."

"This is what you said."

Ling Cheng threw the pot away immediately.

"Is there any difference? I think what I said is more reliable than yours."

Hua Yue rolled his eyes at him.

After hearing this, Ling Cheng didn't refute him, but nodded.

"Indeed, what you said is more in line with your brain atrophy personality."

"...Believe it or not, I'll hit you with a plaster cast!"

Hua Yue patted the table and glared at him.

"Big brother! Two brothers! Let's have a truce, okay..."

Chu Siyuan lay down on Huayue's table exhausted, and took a careful look at the two of them.

"So Brother Hua, you two won't really have any conflicts, will you?"

"The conflict between us has always existed."

Huayue explained the objective facts.

"no……"

Chu Siyuan choked.

"I mean…"

"I didn't hit his arm."

Before he finished organizing his words, Ling Cheng replied directly.

"He got knocked when he helped me fight."

"Hey, what do you mean I fight for you? Isn't that you fighting for me?"

One yard counts for one yard. At this time, Huayue is still very loyal.

"Don't take this on yourself, and I can't let you help me fight and cripple myself in the end."

"..."

Chu Siyuan was shocked for a long time before he digested what the two older brothers had just said, and let out a silly exclamation.

"Really?"

"fake."

Hua Yue glanced at him with a serious face.

"It was he who fought. When the night was dark and the wind was high, we were singled out with steel pipes, and then I was hit by this player who could hold a big tripod, and my hand was smashed by the pole... "

"...Brother Hua, don't embarrass the electric pole."

Chu Siyuan patted him on the shoulder and interrupted him.

"Okay, let's go back, Mother Chu, we are really fine, just check the time, it's time for class soon."

Hua Yue sent Chu Siyuan back, turned his face and asked Ling Cheng again.

"Did you know they dubbed you a transfer student killer?"

Ling Cheng didn't look at him, but his expression was obviously helpless.

Hua Yue raised his eyebrows, and it was a rare gossip with him.

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