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There was a gust of wind outside, and Lin Feng looked up at the branches and trunks swinging outside the dining room window.

"Brother Feng." Jiang Chao snapped his fingers in front of him. "Shen Yang seems to be too crazy. Do you want to take some people to beat him up?"

Several students came to the hotel with plates and sat down beside them.

Lin fengxu bit the straw of milk and glanced at Jiang Chao without any emotion.

"Are you a junior high school student? Is secondary 2 still not well? "

Jiang Chao thumped on the table. One of his classmates' porridge was shaken and spilled a little.

"How can that work? He relies on him to be an intern teacher. If he has a teacher's name, he will take care of you. You are my brother Feng. How can I care if you are wronged? "

Lin fengxu put down the milk in his hand, held the glass bottle mouth, and pushed the milk aside.

"How old are you?" Lin Feng Xu asked, "and which of your eyes saw that I was wronged?"

Lin Feng Xu in front of the plate has been empty, drinking milk school bully speak still with easy can cool down domineering.

Other students do not dare to breathe, can only bury their heads to eat, pretend that they do not exist.

"I tell you you don't want to trouble Shen Yang." Lin fengxu pulled a school uniform collar, "I had a good chat with him last night. People are very nice. Don't look for trouble."

Jiang Chao thought that Lin fengxu and he did not like Shen Yang. Unexpectedly, Lin fengxu took Shen Yang as a friend.

With a cold face and a warning to Jiang Chao, Lin fengxu took half a bottle of milk in one hand and an empty plate in the other, and went to the recycling place.

Lin fengxu finished the plate and took a look at the half bottle of milk he was carrying before leaving the canteen.

He wanted to throw away the milk, but as soon as he saw the glass bottle of milk, he thought of Shen Yang's words that asked him to eat more.

Shen Yang is so thin that he should eat more.

Lin fengxu took the milk straw and walked to the classroom.

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the last class in the morning was Chinese, which was Shen Yang's first trial lecture.

The bell rings at the end of the last class, and Shen Yang walks into the classroom.

It's cold today, but in order to be more formal, Shen Yang wore a black suit.

Inside the suit is a white shirt, and the outside of the suit is a thin black woolen coat.

Lin fengxu used to brush his mobile phone with boredom. When he heard the bell ring, he remembered that this class was a Chinese class.

He was about to put his mobile phone into the table when he looked up and saw Shen Yang come in.

Shen Yang's skin is white. Wearing black clothes makes his skin look cold and white. Coupled with formal clothes, he looks gentle and abstinent.

"I'll try this lesson." Shen Yang pushed the gold rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiling at the students under the platform.

The so-called one white cover hundred ugliness.

White is the cleanest color in the world that can't hold a trace of impurities.

The golden rimmed glasses on Shen Yang's nose move with the upward arc of his fingers, and the curled eyelashes under the lenses are like a small fan.

Lin fengxu throws the mobile phone into the table belly, confiscates the strength on the hand, and smashes the mobile phone into the table belly directly.

The mobile phone collides with the iron plate, and makes a slight sound.

The sound of "Dong" is like a prompt sound to put the solidification time back on track.

From the moment Shen Yang came in, the quiet classroom suddenly became boiling.