On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

It rained all night yesterday, and it cleared up early in the morning. The air was slightly damp, mixed with the slight smell of mud, and the temperature dropped a lot. Just as Xu Meng sent Yan Na to the school, he suddenly heard the roar of motorcycles from far to near. He raised his head and saw that Yan's bicycle stopped at the gate of No. 6 Middle School, with Jin Heng sitting behind him.

Yo ho.

Xu Meng took a sip of soy milk, and walked over: It's strange, are you two getting mixed up again?

From his point of view, Wen Yan's taking in younger brothers is just like a joke, he should be ignored, and no one knows what tricks they are up to.

Wen Yan knew that Xu Menggou couldn't get ivory out of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but remembered that Jin Heng was still sitting behind him, swallowed it again, parked the car by the side of the road, and said in a cool tone: Shut up! You shit.

Jin Heng got out of the car, then took off the helmet and handed it to Wen Yan. He looked the same as usual, and straightened his messy hair: I'm going to class first.

Wen Yan took the helmet, but was scratched lightly by Jin Heng with his fingertips on his palm, his hand trembled and he almost lost his grip. He subconsciously looked at the other party, but only met Jin Heng's eyes with an unclear smile, and panicked again for a moment.

Wen Yan didn't know what to think of, and frowned: Wait for a while.

After he finished speaking, he got out of the car, and then went to the premature stall at the school gate to buy some breakfast, with both hands full, handed it to Jin Heng and said, Go to class after eating.

Jin Heng is skinny, and he doesn't eat well normally.

The breakfast that Wen Yan bought can make up a table for lunch, Jin Heng glanced at the big and small bags in his hand: I can't finish it.

Wen Yan: Then pick what you like, and I'll eat the rest.

Fried buns, fried dumplings, glutinous rice rolls, soy milk, noodle nests, he wished he could pick out all the snacks from the boss' stall, which was in line with Wen Yan's usual heroic style. Jin Heng took two casually, but because Xu Meng was beside him, he didn't say much, he just said: I'll go in first, you go back to school early.

Wen Yan hummed, but when Jin Heng passed him by, he suddenly said a word: I will give you a chance to repent.

Jin Heng paused, and subconsciously looked back at him.

However, Wen Yan had already thrown the pile of messy things in his hand to Xu Meng, and got on the motorcycle straight away. His flamboyant behavior style still attracted the attention of many girls. He didn't look at Jin Heng, but just looked forward. On the congested road, the voice said in a low voice: Within three days, you can repent anytime you want.

But if the matter is settled, Jin Heng will no longer have the right to withdraw after three days.

Wen Yan is not the kind of person who can be provoked easily, and can let you leave cleanly after repenting, just like no one can get away unscathed after provoking a lion, Jin Heng is doing a very dangerous thing, but I still don't know it.

Jin Heng smiled, then walked up to Wen Yan, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: Do you need me to kiss you once in front of everyone?

Let everyone see that there is no room for repentance even if you want to. Jin Heng is far more courageous and crazy than Wen Yan imagined.

Wen Yan raised his eyes in surprise, but saw that Jin Heng had already turned around and left, walking into the campus with the bell ringing.

Xu Meng: ???

Xu Meng didn't understand the situation at first, but now he was even more confused. Holding a lot of things Wen Yan bought, he looked puzzled: What three days? Why go back on your word? What are you talking about?

Wen Yan withdrew his gaze, glanced at him, and felt that Xu Meng was too gossip: Don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked.

The Sixth Middle School is about to be divided into classes. It can be said to be a large-scale reshuffle. Every thirty-five people on the ranking list will be drawn in the middle. If there is no sudden emergence in the later stage, it will basically be settled.

During the period, the head teacher of Class 6 also held a parent-teacher meeting, emphasizing the importance of this class division. Some scumbags in the class were indifferent, but they couldn't stop their parents from being nervous, and became ants on the hot pot. , looking around to contact the cram school.

There is a difference between the excellent class and the parallel class, and there is a gap between the parallel class and the poor class. Even if you can’t squeeze into the excellent class, you can’t fall into the poor class. This is the thinking of most parents.

Yan Na was also annoyed by her mother one by one, and she complained to Jin Heng during the class: My bad grades, what kind of cram school do I go to, I forgot all the things in junior high school, my mother still doesn't know what to do. I have to be squeezed into the parallel class, and I can’t understand a word the tutor said.”

Yan Na is not good at all, but she is actually quite smart. Jin Heng looked at the test paper she just made, and persuaded: Listen to the class carefully, maybe you can squeeze in.

Strictly speaking, he is already an adult, and for Yan Na's current student status, he can only persuade him in this way, although whether he learns or not mainly depends on himself, and the environment is only one of the secondary factors.

Yan Na said: I heard from the teacher that you are sure to be safe in class one. When the time comes, you will change to a new place. Don't be bullied again.

Those with good grades are not necessarily nerds. Cen Qinghua and the others are not easy-going lamps, and they always suppress those with better grades than themselves. Yan Na is really afraid that Jin Heng will go out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den.

Not necessarily, Jin Heng said, Maybe I will still be in the same class as you.

Yan Na: Are you kidding me?

Jin Heng didn't see any sign of joking. It's better to be in a class with someone he hates than someone he knows. Anyway, he can learn from anywhere. He lightly pressed the pen cap in his hand, maybe he still wanted to follow this from the bottom of his heart. Get out of the quagmire.

Class monitor Tang Guogang from the old

When I came back from the teacher's office, I held a list of tuition and miscellaneous fees in my hand, and sent them out one by one: This is the textbook fee from last time. Everyone remember to bring the money here tomorrow, and then hand it to me. Don't forget .”

In order to increase the enrollment rate, the teacher found a lot of papers outside of class for students to buy for practice. It is not a small amount. It is no exaggeration to say that the papers they write in a month can be piled up into a hill.

Jin Heng glanced at the details of tuition and miscellaneous expenses, then folded them up and put them in his pocket.

The system asked: [Are you out of money? 】

Jin Heng asked it back with a smile but not a smile: Could it be that you have a lot of money?

The system shook its head embarrassingly, a little shyly, and whispered: 【I don't have either...】

It is a ball, where does the money come from? There is a lot of electricity.

It is true that Jin Heng has no money. His father is hiding from debts outside, and he has not seen anyone for a long time. These years, he has managed to get by with the little money left at home, but it is still stretched. Sitting and eating is not an option after all.

The system flapped its wings and did the math: [You have two months left for summer vacation, you can go out and look for a job~]

Jin Heng wondered why he had to go out to work, and turned his pen quietly: Someone will give it to me.

Wen Yan.

The system stopped him from this dangerous thought: [Shh, don't eat soft food, it would be bad if you are targeted by other systems. 】

Jin Heng paused, then raised his eyes to look at it: What do you mean?

System: [meaning... I am not the only system in the world, if you violate the rules, you will be forcibly bound by other systems. 】

There are many departments in the space station, which rely on various unknown energies to maintain their operation. Human love, hatred, joy, anger, greed, desire, kindness and integrity may all become sources of energy.

009 belongs to the scum male transformation department. They usually absorb the reformed energy from the previous host, and then use it as the regeneration energy of the next host, and so on, recycling.

Jin Heng lowered his eyes. As an atheist, he now feels that this world is too fantasy: So what about being bound by other systems?

The system flapped its wings lightly: [You will be subject to many restrictions. 】

The task of 009 is to prevent the host from doing irreversible bad things. Similarly, if it is bound by other systems, the rules will change accordingly.

For example, the system of the Ruanfan Department will stop the host from eating Ruanfan, compulsively self-reliant and self-reliant; the system of the Mantra Group will stop the hypocritical host from lying and compulsively speak the truth; the system of the Rescue Department will select the host who is dying due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, Let them go to various worlds to rescue crazy villains in exchange for a chance of rebirth; the system of the counter attack group will help the original tragic cannon fodder host counter attack to reach the pinnacle of life...

For another example, some evil systems rely on negative energy to operate. They will use power and money as bait to let the originally unknown hosts seize the opportunities that belong to others, and absorb the gradually expanding desire in their hearts as energy.

009 sighed. These days, it is not only difficult to be a person, but also to be a football player. The competition among peers is fierce, so it is not easy to do. It finally came to a conclusion, and said to Jin Heng earnestly: [Scumbags eat soft food, you Just choose one, you can't have both. 】

It learned some human idioms and began to use them indiscriminately.

Hearing this, Jin Heng sneered, wanted to laugh, but couldn't. He didn't comment on what the system said about him being scumbag and soft. He pulled his chair away with a cold face, turned and walked out of the classroom.

Jin Heng is not interested in money, nor does he care about money, but now the system clearly points out that he is eating soft food, and it is true that he can't hold back his face.

Class 6 took the physical test in the afternoon. After running 800, the teacher let them move freely. Jin Heng found a place to sit down, but glanced outside the school gate inadvertently, and found a familiar figure standing there, got up and walked over.

Wen Yan was outside the railing near the playground, wearing a blue and white school uniform jacket, he looked like a student at first glance, but the smoke between his fingertips and the dazzling tattoos on the back of his hand forced people to classify him as a delinquent boy.

Jin Heng looked at the tall guardrail: Why are you here?

It's not school time yet, it should be class time now.

Wen Yan took a puff of the cigarette, squinted his eyes due to the smoke, and said casually: It's warped.

Jin Heng: Why? Drag racing? Fight?

Wen Yan wanted to say no, he just felt weird, and couldn't calm down to listen to the class, so he wandered to the gate of No. 6 Middle School without knowing it, and when he saw Jin Heng, he calmed down strangely.

Wen Yan held a cup of milk tea in his hand, passed it to Jin Heng through the gap in the railing, and just talked to him through the iron railing. Jin Heng didn't expect him to buy milk tea, so he took a look inexplicably: Is it for me?

Wen Yan thought to himself if it wasn't for you, maybe it was for ghosts, but remembering that the relationship between the two of them is different from before, he swallowed it anyway, hummed, and looked a little awkward.

Jin Heng thought that he was not a little girl: Why did you suddenly buy this?

Wen Yan just saw that every time Xu Meng bought it for Yan Na, he just imitated it, and he felt strangely embarrassed, so he raised his eyebrows and said, You can drink it if you tell me, why are there so many here?

Jin Heng touched the hot milk tea in his hand, and looked at Wen Yan through the vertical black iron railing. Visitor?

Wen Yan paused for a moment, and found that it was indeed strange, he flicked the iron railing with his fingers, and made a low buzzing sound, and said casually: The prison is not so comfortable.

Jin Heng didn't know what he thought of, he raised his eyes and looked at Wen

Yan, leaning his shoulder against the door, asked without emotion: Really?

Wen Yan is actually not too clear about it, but what kind of good thing is it to be locked in the prison, locked up with a group of criminals, and you can tell with the hairs that it is not very comfortable: Maybe.

Jin Heng leaned his back against the door, and suddenly stopped talking, looking at the wet puddle on the ground in the distance, a little lost in thought.

Wen Yan took a few steps back, checked the height of the fence with his eyes, and then turned over neatly, skillfully, obviously a habitual offender, and made a slight sound when he landed.

He crossed the wall and entered the prison.

Jin Heng finally came back to his senses, took a sip of the milk tea with the straw, but didn't taste anything, was surprised by Wen Yan's repeated abnormal movements, and asked with his eyes.

Wen Yan is confident no matter where he is, and when he arrives at No. 6 Middle School, it feels like he has entered his own territory. He casually pats the ashes on his school uniform coat, then stamps out the cigarette butts, acting like a gangster, seeing the man not far away. There are vacant seats in the sports stands, and he said to Jin Heng: Go, go and sit.

Jin Heng raised his hand and picked off a broken leaf from his shoulder. In school, he couldn't do any intimate actions: Aren't you afraid of being seen?

Wen Yan is not a nobody, there are not many gangsters in this area who don't know him.

Wen Yan went to the stands to find a seat, and then stepped on the back of the seat in the front row, quite domineering and without public morality: If you see it, you will see it. I will see who dares to talk too much.

Adolescent girls always have an inexplicable plot for handsome delinquent boys. In physical education class, many girls sat together to chat and rest. Some sharp-eyed people found that Wen Yan suddenly appeared in their school. It was like discovering a new world. Surprised and frightened, he lowered his voice and whispered.

Hey, hey, look, is that Wen Yan from Chongming?

I've never seen it, but it's so handsome!!

Hush, keep your voice down, it won't be good if he finds out.

Jin Heng actually knows him, and the relationship seems to be pretty good.

In a certain sense, Wen Yan had a straight mind and never paid attention to those things. His eyes fell on the court, and then he asked Jin Heng: Are you in your class?

Jin Heng nodded, put the milk tea into Wen Yan's hand, took out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped some rainwater on the edge of the seat, but before he could speak, Wen Yan asked suddenly: Who has bullied you? you?

Jin Heng paused.

Wen Yan locked his eyes on the people on the court, with a little sharpness, one hand landed on Jin Heng's shoulder, and pulled him over with a little force, forcing him to look at the court: Which people have bullied you, point out to them I'll see.

Jin Heng followed his gaze, and the familiar faces were laughing or making noise on the court, chasing the ball that was sent back and forth, moved his fingertips, and landed on a person in the air: he.

Wen Yan remembered: There are more.

Jin Heng shifted his fingertips and was about to land on the second person, but was suddenly blocked by the system's chubby blue body. The other person fluttered his wings and did not have human facial features, but it made people feel inexplicably Serious atmosphere.

The system said softly: [Don't do this...]

Jin Heng led Wen Yan to make a mistake without any trace. He knew what the result would be after pointing it out, but he still wanted to do it. He still regarded Wen Yan as a knife in his hand and asked the other party to avenge him.

Jin Heng squinted his eyes and didn't speak.

The system reminded him: [If you violate the rules, you will be punished by electric shock. 】

Jin Heng curled his lips in sarcasm, and there was a coldness in his eyes. The system's so-called electric shock punishment was not enough to scare him, but for some reason, his hand slowly fell down, rubbed his fingertips, and pursed his lips to Wen Yan: I can't see clearly.

Wen Yan was not in a hurry, he let go of Jin Heng slightly, looked directly at him, and whispered word by word: Whoever bullies you in the future, tell me.

They were not in the same school, no matter how powerful Wen Yan was, he couldn't cover everything.

Taking advantage of the cover of the seat, Jin Heng gently brushed Wen Yan's palm with his slightly cool fingertips, with some unknown meaning, he said slowly, Well, I know.

Wen Yan sat for a while, and did not get up from his seat until they were about to finish class: I'll go back to school first, and I'll pick you up after school.

Jin Heng sat on the seat, he didn't have Wen Yan's habit of stepping on a chair and crossing his legs, he looked quiet and obedient, Wen Yan slightly tilted his head to look at him, his hair was a little transparent under the sunlight: Go to me today Sit down at home.

There is no “do” after it, so this is not a question, nor is it asking for his consent, asking for his opinion.

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched: What are you doing at your house?

Jin Heng simply got up from his seat, his slender figure cast a shadow, half a head taller than Wen Yan, with one hand in his pocket, his eyes fell on Wen Yan's lips, the meaning was unclear, and he said vaguely: Kiss you...

Wen Yan stared.

Jin Heng smiled and said, I invite you to drink tea.

Wen Yan choked for a moment, and he didn't say yes or no, anyway, every time he talked to Jin Heng, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm, he was too lazy to take a detour and walk up the steps, he put his hands up and was about to jump down from the stand, but Listen to Jin Heng said: If you want to do something else, I don't mind.

Jin Heng's eyes were as deep as a cold pool. He leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes swept over Wen Yan's handsome back, his thin waist, and he could faintly see a bit of rebelliousness. It tastes so exciting like the last life.

Wen Yan inexplicably understood his gaze, and almost fell when he jumped off the stands, thinking that Jin Heng would just fuck him

It's a little rascal.

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