The three words "get a partner" almost made Lynch spray out the soy milk in his mouth. He coughed twice, swallowed the soy milk in his mouth, lowered his head to avoid Meng Hui, and stood up quickly and said:

I'm going to be late."

Meng Hui picked up the schoolbag at hand and said, "Go."

Near the school gate, Lynch said to Meng Hui beside him: "Give me back the schoolbag."

"Give it." Meng Hui did not make things difficult for him anymore, watching Lynch join the crowd.

After the students were almost in, Meng Hui walked to the school gate. The guard in the guard room could see the hooligan aura that could not be covered by Meng Hui's school uniform. He stepped forward to stop someone, "Which class is from?"

"I'll look for Director Zhang," Meng Huike said politely, "Please call me and say Meng Hui is looking for him."

The guard didn't expect that the boy who looked like a thorny head spoke quite politely. He looked at him half-believingly and said, "Wait."

Not long after, the guard poked his head out of the guard room and said, "Go in."

I haven't entered the school for at least ten years. After Meng Hui dropped out of school in the first year of high school, he never returned to school. When the company went public, Lynch urged him to get a diploma and came back, saying that he would be the listed boss in the future.

The dropout was not good, and he was unhappy and even got angry at Lynch.

Lynch also dropped out of school, but he could still insist on taking the self-study to go to university and study for a master's degree, and his body was full of elite spirit. Many years later, the edges of youthful spirit faded away from his body. Only then could Meng Hui admit that he was inferior at the beginning, the more he was.

The more I feel that I am not worthy of Lynch, the more I act like I don’t care.

The three big characters of the Political and Education Department were printed on the door. Meng Hui took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Lynch entered the classroom and returned to his seat to tidy up his schoolbag. Before he could sit down, the team leader had already come over, "Second leader, collect homework."

Lynch glanced at him, lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Not written."

The team leader was dumbfounded. Lynch, who has always been diligent and studious, still doesn't do his homework? He hesitated for a while and started to find reasons for Lynch, "Did you feel uncomfortable last night?"

"Yeah." Lynch responded.

He dropped out of school in another half a year, and now he can slowly start to get tired.

"Lynch," the classmate sitting at the door called out, "Someone is looking for it."

Lynch put out her schoolbag, and Ge Jianjun leaned on the wall of the corridor with one leg up, spreading like a dry grass, with a terrible light in his eyes, "Lynch, it's so early."

"What are you doing?" Lynch took a step back, "This is a school."

Ge Jianjun spitted hard, and the students came and went in the corridor. He was not afraid of hearing them, and said without hesitation: "Let me tell you, the little bastard robbed me of eighty dollars last night.

I'll calculate it for you, one hundred, see why you're going to pay it back."

"Whoever robs you, whom you want to go?" Lynch turned around and went straight into the classroom.

Ge Jianjun said "Damn it, I'm pretty straight at school. Go out of the school gate and see how I deal with you." The man turned around, limping to the corner of the corridor with his limping legs, looking up at him,

The tall man standing out in the crowd of chickens was very shocked by the students. Ge Jianjun saw the short hair and two tough eyebrows at first sight, and was so scared that he broke into a classroom behind him.

"It's a good thing to come back to study. If your father is still here, he will definitely be happy to see you willing to go to school," Director Zhang patted Meng Hui on the shoulder, "Study hard, don't mess around, do you know?"

Meng Hui said calmly: "I will work hard."

"Actually, I suggest you go to the first year of high school to study again. After all, you haven't touched a book for two years, so you can't keep up and you can't adapt." Director Zhang suggested that he watched Meng Hui grow up, and he was very cute and clever when he was a child.

It is a pity for him to take detours in society when he grows up.

As Meng Hui stopped, he looked up at the words of Class 2 (7) on the door frame, "Don't worry, I can keep up."

The sound of sending and receiving homework in the classroom stopped because Director Zhang brought people in.

"Okay, all the students will stop and sit down." Class 7 is a class led by Director Zhang himself. He put Meng Hui in his own class first, he was relieved, and second, he did not make things difficult for other teachers. One of them dropped out of school for two years.

If the child comes to school, no teacher will be happy with any teacher.

"So, today, I will introduce you to a new classmate..."

Meng Hui looked at the people buried in the pile of books, and everyone looked up and listened. Only Lynch, whose face was buried in his arms, his thin shoulders were arched in his wide school uniform, and he was particularly lonely.

"Okay, everyone welcomes Meng Hui."

Amid the applause, Lynch, who was buried in his head, suddenly heard Meng Hui's name and looked up suddenly.

He is surprisingly tall, with hair that is too short to be shorter, black eyes, a high nose bridge, and a lazy face. Who is not Meng Hui?!

Lynch widened his eyes in surprise. This person said he would hate the school and never enter the school gate again in his life?

"Just sit there." Director Zhang pointed to the last separate empty seat.

Meng Hui said 'um', stared at the surprised Lynch, moved a step and turned around, and said to Director Zhang, "Teacher Zhang, I don't have any books."

"That..." Director Zhang glanced over and his eyes fell on Lynch who was obviously staring at them. "Squad leader, Lynch, take Meng Hui to the warehouse to get a new book."

Lynch sat blankly, forgetting even the promise. Director Zhang left after saying that, and didn't care whether he answered or not. Meng Hui leaned against the door and smiled at Lynch, "Squad leader, help me."

?”

Lynch stood up slowly in a complicated mood. He had no friends in the class, otherwise he would have asked someone to take Meng Hui there. He walked to Meng Hui reluctantly and walked out of the classroom without saying a word.

Meng Hui smiled and followed quietly.

Among the crowd, Lynch lowered his head and walked quickly, Meng Hui followed him not far away, thinking that this kid was still so irritable, and a little joke could make him look cold for a long time, but he just couldn't change his mind.

It makes Lynch's bad habit.

Ge Jianjun hid behind the door and looked at Meng Hui following Lynch, his soul was scared.

The classmates in the classroom saw this bad student who was notorious and dared not speak out. As soon as Ge Jianjun went out, he immediately closed the door.

The warehouse was on the corner of the first floor of the school's Mingli Building. Lynch walked to the warehouse with his head down. Seeing that the warehouse door was closed and no one responded when knocking on the door, the breath he was holding on could not help but sigh.

"Aren't the person there?" Meng Hui leaned against the wall and said casually, "Wait, don't worry."

Lynch ignored him and turned around silently, but Meng Hui grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing?" Lynch said nervously.

Meng Hui didn't say a word, his shiny eyes stared at Lynch. Lynch couldn't move as if he was staring at by a beast. Meng Hui slowly said: "Isn't it just a joke to you in the morning? Why are you so

Atmospheric?"

Lynch is no longer the person who is so innocent that he doesn't understand anything. Meng Hui vaguely tests, and the excess hormones emitted from his body are revealing a fact-Meng Hui's thoughts towards him are not ordinary brothers and friends.

He had Du Chengying, although they were separated and scattered in different worlds, but there was something. Lynch struggled his arm, didn't break away, lowered his head and said softly: "I'm not angry, let go, I'll go to the warehouse teacher.

. ""

"I'll go with you."

"Then we are all leaving, what if the warehouse teacher comes back?"

"Then come back."

"you……"

"Oh, what are you doing?" The aunt who was in charge of the warehouse came over with a large enamel cup, squinted her eyes and smiled, "Don't fight."

Lynch's face turned red in an instant.

"No fight," Meng Hui let go and said politely to the warehouse aunt, "Hello, teacher, let's get the book cover."

Lynch glanced at him. After the big gangster was reborn, he used his suit in the mall in advance. The gangster was free to be calm. In addition to his overly prominent appearance, he now looks like a student.

.

"What grade," the aunt took out a bunch of keys to open the door, looked at Meng Hui, and said with a smile, "Are you in your senior year of high school?"

Lynch, who had a tense face, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Meng Hui turned his head and glanced at the corner of his lips that he couldn't even press down, and said calmly: "Senior High School."

Not long after school started, textbooks were piled up at the door of the warehouse. Meng Hui carried a set of books and thanked his aunt. Lynch stood beside him without saying a word. Seeing Meng Hui finished taking the books and turned around and left.

"What are you doing when you walk so fast?" Meng Hui walked to Lynch in two steps, "Don't you like me?"

Lynch whispered: "Why should I like you?"

Meng Hui curled the corners of his lips, and the rogue aura dissipated without any concealment. "After all, I saved you last night."

"Thank you." Lynch said quickly, looking like he wanted to draw a clear line. He could wait until Meng Hui started a business in the future and help Meng Hui well. He would be indecent to develop a relationship with Meng Hui.

Meng Hui didn't expect that the young Lynch had such a defensive personality and smiled and said, "Thank you just verbally?"

"You want money?" Lynch said deliberately.

The smile on Meng Hui's face turned pale, "Can't make friends?"

"I don't make friends with people with poor academic performance." Lynch said coldly.

Meng Hui was happy again, "What's the specific one?"

Lynch stopped quickly. In his impression, Meng Hui hated school very much. Lynch had a task node to persuade Meng Hui to go to college, and even had a fight with Meng Hui. Such Meng Hui could not be a student.

Only the scumbags have ghosts, Lynch said harshly: "Those who are less than the top ten in the class are considered bad."

"Then what you mean," Meng Hui put the book in his hand on the flower bed beside him. He thought Lynch, who was like a child, was quite funny, and said with great interest, "After entering the top ten in the class, you should be friends with me if you are in the top ten in the class.

?”

"That's not good. I have many other standards." Lynch was not leaking, and did not give Meng Hui a chance to take advantage of loopholes.

Meng Hui glanced behind Lynch and looked around. Lynch looked around with his eyes and looked at Meng Hui with confusion on his face.

"I looked at it, there was no one here..." Meng Hui's voice was low, and with his lowered voice, the person slowly pressed down. Lynch was trapped in the flower bed and Meng Hui's arms.

During this time, Meng Hui curled his lips and his face was full of evil spirits, "I'll ask you if you make friends for the last time?"

Lynch: “…Okay.”

Meng Hui held back his smile and still kept his voice calmly, "What are you calling me?"

"Hui, Brother Hui..." Lynch once again admitted his timidity, and the man leaned against the trimmed round viewing tree and shivered.

Meng Hui said slowly: "Remember, don't call me wrong next time."

Lynch nodded in shame, Meng Hui gave in to him a little, and he couldn't help but float up, almost forgot about Meng Hui's identity as a senior gangster.
Chapter completed!