Host, You're Targeted

August 20, the day before military training.

Xia Cifeng carried a schoolbag with only a small electric fan and a pen dangling slowly into the gate of Lvcheng middle school.

Just as Xia Zifeng was chewing a lollipop and was about to pass the billboard, Zhou Tianshi, who had been crowded in the inner part of the bulletin board and was facing the class schedule, just took his schoolbag to block his head and squeezed out of the crowd.

"Brother Feng!"

Zhou Tianshi carried his schoolbag on his back and chased Xia Cifeng around him. He laughed twice.

"Have you read the schedule?"

"Of course Zhou Tianshi patted his chest and gave a confident smile. "Brother Feng, you are in class 1. There are three elite classes in this grade, class 1, class 3 and class 9. It is said that all classes are divided by machines. And the top three in our school are in three different classes. Brother Feng, you are the first in class 1, and the second is in class 9. Oh, yes, Sheng Yinzhou is in class 9, It is said that this brother came from a neighboring city. The third one seems to be a girl. In class three, what's the name... "

Zhou Tianshi thought for a long time before he came up with a surname: "Chen..."

Xia Cifeng is not interested in girls, and gives Zhou Tianshi a cold look in time to freeze his next words. Zhou Tianshi received the signal from Xia CI Feng and immediately shut up the topic.

Although Xia CI Feng has a good personality and good popularity, he has always been a lone wolf. If he had not saved Zhou Tianshi in the second grade of junior high school, his secondary two name of "learning God grass bully" would not have spread all over the school overnight, and Zhou Tianshi would not have become his junior follower.

Two people all the way speechless after a section of road, Zhou Tianshi still did not know where Xia Cifeng was going.

As the saying goes, ask if you don't understand, so Zhou Tianshi asked him, "brother Feng, where are we going?"

Xia Cifeng gave him a look in the eyes, just when he thought his brother Feng would ask him to shut up, he laughed at him.

"Go to the class to clean up and get military training clothes! Are you stupid? "

On Sunday, he nodded his head and suddenly realized "Oh," and "to roar!"

Zhou Tianshi followed Xia Cifeng for a while, until two people came to the teaching building of senior one, Xia Cifeng stopped to look at him.

"Which class are you in, Dazhou?"

Zhou Tianshi touched the back of his head, "ah! I'm in class 11! "

Xia Zifeng sighed at Zhou Tianshi with a simple face, pointed to the two buildings connected in front of him and said to him, "come on, you see, my class 1 is on the far left of the top floor of this building, and your class 11 is on the far right of the third floor of that building. So, are you following me to accompany me to visit?"

Zhou Tianshi:

He looked at two teaching buildings with a 90 degree right angle, and then looked at the classroom layout plan in front of him, and resolutely bowed in front of the summer wind.

"Sorry! Brother Feng! Excuse me. Goodbye

Xia Cifeng looked at Zhou Tianshi's back and suddenly chuckled.

What a fool.

Xia Cifeng pulled off his schoolbag and the bag was ready to turn around. He almost ran into the man who didn't know when he was standing behind him.

"Ah! I'm sorry

The two apologized in unison, then both were stunned.

Xia Cifeng looked down and said, it doesn't matter. Then he went to the side and was a little bit taller than himself. Suddenly, he felt that he was dressed like a stranger.

White short sleeves, black sports pants, black and white canvas shoes -- shengwan?