The little brat he looked at turned out to be the gong

Chapter 6 Ji Si is a vicious bastard who kills knives

When Ji Si brought Mo Chenyang to school, the second class was almost over, the next class was his class, and he had to go back to the office to get the textbooks.

But even so, he still thoughtfully sent Mo Chenyang to the door of the classroom. It seemed that he wanted to watch Mo Chenyang enter the classroom with his own eyes.

This is a chemistry class, and the chemistry teacher has a good temper. When he saw Mo Chenyang, he asked him to return to his seat without saying anything.

Mo Chenyang's seat is in the corner of the class, and his desk is very clean, not even a single piece of paper.

After sitting down, he propped his head up and glanced at Ji Si who was still at the door, and raised his hand to give him a middle finger.

Fuck!

Ji Si spat hard, and wanted to rush over to give that brat a kick. Mo Chenyang, a little kid, was neither big nor small, and he didn't know how to respect his teacher at all.

The end of the second period was a big break, when the bell rang, Mo Chenyang ran out of the classroom like flying.

There are only a few basketball courts, and if you don’t hurry up, you won’t even be able to touch the edges.

"Brother Chen, are you okay last night?" Xu Wen put his arms around Mo Chenyang's shoulders, pinched the basketball with one arm, and leaned into Mo Chenyang's ear and said viciously: "I heard that everyone who made trouble last night went into the house." It's a mess."

Mo Chenyang slipped out from under his arm, grabbed the basketball, and made a three-step layup.

Yes, everyone who made trouble last night was in trouble, except him.

Ji Si should know the policeman, and the two exchanged a few words.

Mo Chenyang likes to play basketball. He likes the feeling of wanton sweating when playing basketball. The energy in his body that has no place to rest is completely released. When the whole person gets off the court with no strength, he feels great satisfaction in his heart. .

When the bell rang for the third period, Mo Chenyang touched the sweat on his forehead, washed his hands and walked to the classroom.

This class is Ji Si's class, and according to Ji Si's usual urination, he must be trained a few times.

When Mo Chenyang arrived at the door of the classroom, Ji Si was already standing on the podium. A slim suit made him tall and tall, and he wore glasses on the bridge of his nose as usual.

Cut, gentle scum.

"Report!" Mo Chenyang stood at the door and grinned.

Ji Si snorted softly and curled his lips coolly.

The classroom was eerily quiet, and everyone knew that Mo Chenyang and Ji Si would have an argument every class.

Ji Si's teeth itch with anger when he thinks of the little kid's middle finger pointing at him today.

The weather is fine today, the wind is blowing, and the national flag in front of the teaching building is raised with the wind. Ji Si looks at the gorgeous red color, and then at Mo Chenyang who is smiling, and has an excellent feeling in his heart idea.

Mo Chenyang suddenly felt a chill behind his back, Ji Si smiled at him, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Ji Si walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and pointed at the national flag with a smile: "Student Mo, it's not a good habit to be late, it's extremely detrimental to the development of a harmonious society, so you go stand under the national flag, Look up at the national flag and think hard!"

Mo Chenyang didn't understand how being late had anything to do with social development.

It was obvious that Ji Si was playing tricks on him.

Mo Chenyang stared at Ji Si, just wanting to chop the person directly into pieces.

Ji Si didn't care about his gaze at all, and turned his head to look at the spectators in the class with a serious face: "You too, from now on, anyone who is late for my class will go down to admire the national flag."

Mo Chenyang gritted his teeth: "Teacher."

His voice was not loud, and Ji Si smiled: "Huh?"

Mo Chenyang said: "You vicious bastard who kills thousands of knives!"

Ji Si clicked his tongue a few times, and waved his hand impatiently: "Hurry up and go down to see the national flag."