MTL - After Helping the Protagonist Escape From the Lunatic, I Was Targeted-Chapter 8

As soon as Shen Luyang opened his eyes, he felt bad.

Picking up the phone and looking at the time, it's already half past six!

He jumped off the bed like a spring, picked it up as fast as possible, picked up his schoolbag and ran out.

As a last resort, I started the arrogant silver car and flew all the way to the school under the premise of obeying traffic laws.

When entering the school gate, Shen Luyang happened to meet a classmate who was detained by the dean.

Although this classmate was scolded by Zhu Weifeng pointing his nose, his expression was still arrogant, he raised his chin impatiently, and looked like he was going to roll up his sleeves at any moment and clench his fists.

However, Zhu Weifeng is not a vegetarian, and immediately became popular: "Peng Jun! I tell you, don't follow me with this! How many times have I said that the legs of school uniforms are not allowed to be thinner!"

Peng Jun clicked his tongue impatiently and complained in a low voice, "It's like a sack, it's worn by a fool."

Zhu Weifeng stared at him, out of anger: "What did you say? Call your parents! Call now!"

"Hey? Teacher Zhu?" Shen Luyang stopped the car, stuck his head out of the car window, and asked with a smile, "What's going on?"

Zhu Weifeng looked at him, and he didn't look good either. A second-generation wealthy who was forced into it, he only ruined the good students of the second year of high school.

"The students are disobedient. Let me say a few words. Teacher Shen is here so late, so don't join in the fun."

These words made people's ears hurt.

But Shen Luyang acted like he didn't understand, got out of the car with a smile, walked up to Peng Jun, and said to Zhu Weifeng, "Don't tell me, Director, this is my student, I'll check the situation."

He looked at Peng Jun again: "what's the matter with you?"

Peng Jun turned his face away, as if he didn't want to look at him, and said bluntly, "Change the trouser legs."

Shen Luyang lowered his head. Indeed, other students' school uniforms looked like two sacks on their trousers, but Peng Jun's was very different.

Like two pencils.

Still cut.

"I think so," Shen Luyang thought about his words, afraid that he wouldn't understand, and reached out his hand to make a gesture, "You can change to wide-leg pants next time, it looks better than this."

Peng Jun: "…"

Zhu Weifeng's eyebrows almost stood up: "What did you say?!"

"I said his behavior was too much!" Shen Luyang clenched his fists, looked at Peng Jun angrily, frowned, "Have you written your physics homework?"

Peng Jun didn't know where he sang, and subconsciously said, "...No."

"I didn't write it again!" Shen Luyang raised his voice, his face full of disappointment and anger, and took out the traditional three-piece suit, "Are you not taking my words seriously? Do you still have my teacher in your eyes? If you can read it, you can't go home!"

A few words roared with great momentum, Shen Luyang's chest heaved and he pointed at Peng Jun's finger vigorously.

He looked at Zhu Weifeng, who was stunned by him, his face covered in a circle, took a breath and said: "Mr. Zhu, I want to tell his head teacher, I have to tell him the head teacher! Don't write my homework! Parents, this time you must have Parents please!"

After finishing speaking, he glared at Peng Jun and said viciously, "Get in the car with me!"

Peng Jun got into the million-dollar sports car in a daze. In the rearview mirror, Zhu Weifeng seemed to finally remember what he was going to do, but Shen Luyang took off with a kick of the accelerator, and Zhu Weifeng didn't even smell the exhaust.

Peng Jun: "…"

And this operation.

"It's a pity." Shen Luyang said suddenly.

Peng Jun looked left and right, he was the only one in the car, frowning and hesitating whether to continue being ruthless or give him some face, Shen Luyang had already picked it up freely.

"No one gave me an award or something," he said with a pity. "I think the operation I just did was at least a golden rooster and a hundred flowers."

Peng Jun closed his mouth.

He was speechless.

He also felt that the surnamed Shen was different from when he was beaten before. He couldn't say exactly what was different.

Because it is obviously the same face, the exposed aura is completely different.

The dishes from before, now... Golden Roosters and Hundred Flowers.

Peng Jun squeezed the phone tightly, and his intuition made him look at Shen Lu Yang defensively.

Not knowing that Shen Luyang, the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers internal contestant who was terrified by the students, stopped the car swiftly and led Peng Jun to the teaching building.

Not idle, he hummed a song Peng Jun had never heard before, something from "East", "Beauty", "West" and "Yellow River".

When he walked to the stairs, Shen Luyang pointed to Class 21 of the second year of high school. Now they have started their self-study in the morning. There is a discipline inspection team in the corridor.

He lowered his voice and said to the group leader, "I just took him out to talk about something."

Seeing that the teacher was looking for it, the group leader immediately let Peng Jun in.

Shen Luyang ran to the office non-stop, greeted the teachers one by one when he entered the door, and then walked to Xie Weihan's desk in embarrassment and anticipation.

Xie Weihan raised his head when he heard the sound.

He has an open class today, so he's dressed formally.

The hair has been taken care of and there are some broken hair, but the gentleness is mature but not rigid, with a pair of silver metal-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, against the cold white complexion and excessively beautiful facial features. Word - scum.

He hadn't tied his tie yet, and the two buttons on the neckline were untied at will, just above the collarbone, covering the traces of the madness - the ambiguity that only Shen Luyang could understand.

Shen Luyang looked away, his Adam's apple rolled, and his throat felt a little dry.

"Didn't have a good rest?" Xie Weihan smiled and handed him a mint, "Have you stayed up late?"

"I wrote it too late yesterday, I didn't get up in the morning." Shen Luyang took a breath to calm himself, peeled the candy and put it in his mouth.

The cool feeling exploded in his mouth, and he couldn't help but slapped it with the tip of his tongue.

He was not used to mint and felt a little spicy, but it was really refreshing.

Seeing Xie Weihan looking ready to go, Shen Luyang flipped out the two physics problems, got rid of the unhealthy thoughts in his head, and said in a righteous manner, "Mr. Xie, I added you on WeChat."

Xie Weihan picked up the golden pen, took the notebook, and chuckled: "I have agreed, your WeChat avatar is very cute."

Shen Luyang was startled, and then he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth.

His WeChat avatar was newly changed. The original owner was a Lamborghini. He thought it was too stupid, so he replaced it with a little red flower that he had drawn blindly.

Shen Luyang pulled a chair from the side, leaned over to sit next to Xie Weihan, and turned on the phone.

Xie Weihan asked him which two questions on WeChat, but he was in a hurry to go out and didn’t see it.

Looking at Xie Weihan's profile, Shen Luyang's nose moved, as if he could smell the smell of red wine that seemed to exist, but before he could distinguish it carefully, it quietly diffused into the air.

He touched his nose, it was a little hot.

Xie Weihan is not too close to him in his words and deeds, but he is also somewhat different from ordinary colleagues who do not understand. This kind of control is just right, not far or near, far and near, which makes him feel very comfortable.

Shen Luyang had to admit that it was really comfortable to be with Teacher Xie.

The system suddenly made a sound, and the tone was extremely underwhelming.

【My straight man Yang Yang~~~~~~~】

Xie Weihan briefly explained the problem-solving ideas to Shen Luyang, and was called away by the school leader. Before leaving, he gave him a mint.

Shen Luyang thought about this question after studying for a class with sugar in his mouth.

Just as he was about to go to the playground for a walk in the next class and move his muscles and bones, Zong Weiqing suddenly called him.

"Mr. Shen, do you have any plans for the next class?"

"No arrangement," Shen Luyang took a bag of snacks and distributed them to the teachers one by one. Hearing that, he handed her a Shaqima and asked, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Zong?"

"It's true," Zong Weiqing said with a smile, thank you, "The second session was originally mathematics. Teacher Xie has an open class, and I can't come back. I think you can change the fourth lesson with Teacher Xie."

"Okay, no problem." Shen Luyang simply agreed.

Holding a few pieces of paper and a pen, Teacher Shen stepped on the bell confidently and entered the class.

Seeing that it was him, there was a rustling discussion in the class.

Obviously, the fact that the beloved math teacher turned a living person into a nasty physics teacher was a big blow to them.

Shen Luyang expressed his sympathy again, and waited for them for a minute. When his voice had almost subsided, he said, "Mr. Xie has something to do with this class. Change it with the physics class."

Looking at the face of the math class representative, Shen Luyang couldn't hold back his joy: "Don't be so sad, it's a change, not a replacement, you can't see me in the fourth physics class."

Zhan Jingmiao, one of the two girls who sat in the first row yesterday, burst out laughing.

Shen Luyang stretched out his hand and pressed it, for fear that she would be "goose goose goose" again: "Have you written all your physics homework?"

No one speaks below.

Shen Luyang didn't care either, as an unpopular teacher, he had the necessary skills - talking to himself.

"By the way," Shen Luyang suddenly remembered, "I don't have a physics class representative yet? Anyone of you who is interested in being elected can come to me in private and tell me that I'm basically in the office, um... If you're really embarrassed, you can also add me on WeChat."

He turned around and wrote his WeChat ID on the blackboard, and tapped on his index knuckles: "This is my WeChat ID and my mobile phone number. You can add whichever you like."

"Okay, let's get down to business," Shen Luyang picked up the class list, and those with "/" on it didn't do their homework yesterday. "First of all, Peng Jun, stand up."

Peng Jun suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

Shen Luyang received this emotional gaze and raised his head to look at him.

After thinking about it, he nodded clearly.

Then.

Wink at him.

The smile is very friendly.

Peng Jun: "…"

He kicked his chair as forcefully as yesterday and stood up.

Shen Luyang didn't ask him to stand up, and continued to call him.

After the round, there was not a single student in the front row, and the back row was still tenaciously guarding the tower.

The class began to whisper, and the heads in the front row frequently moved between Shen Luyang and the stubble in the back row, as if they were expecting a good show to start.

However, Shen Luyang just put down the list and said with a face of 'peace and love': "Sit down, there will be no more homework today, and if you add more, you won't be able to finish it. I will call your parents one by one during the lunch break to talk about the study situation. "

"Okay, stubble and Huahua, let's start class."

Halfway through the class time, Shen Luyang discovered a small thing - as soon as he turned to write on the blackboard, there would be a snickering snicker behind him.

After judging the direction of the voice a few times, it is no surprise that it is still a small stubble.

"These are type questions. I'll give you five minutes to see if you can write them out, and ask questions later."

Shen Luyang put down the chalk, walked down the podium leisurely, started to read their writing from the first row, and occasionally leaned over to point at the students who got into the horns.

All the way to the penultimate row, his elbow suddenly rested on Peng Jun's shoulder, and his voice was not too small: "this classmate, why don't you write."

Peng Jun sank his shoulders, but his **** elbows were still firmly on him. He turned his face away and said impatiently, "I won't!"

Shen Lu raised his eyebrows and took his pen: "Isn't that a coincidence, I will, come, I will teach you."

Peng Jun: "…"

Shen Luyang put his arms around his shoulders, and asked Li Shenyu who was behind him to borrow a piece of tissue paper.

Peng Jun didn't want to hear it at all, but Shen Luyang's smiling face was inexplicably aura, so he just couldn't say "go away". The hand on his shoulder seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, his Adam's apple moved, and his eyes were forced to look at the paper.

Feeling extremely annoyed by his sudden cowardice, no matter what Shen Luyang asked, Peng Jun said "I don't know".

He wanted the surnamed Shen to get out of the way impatiently.

But he underestimated Mr. Shen's love. He started from the most difficult knowledge point of this question, and asked dozens of questions along the way, until he asked, "This is a positive sign, this is a negative sign, you know?".

Peng Jun finally couldn't hold back, and interrupted him irritably: "I know!"

"Okay," Shen Luyang patted him on the shoulder with relief, "Ruzi can be taught, you come to my office for dinner at noon today, and I'll tell you."

Peng Jun: "I don't—"

"Okay, everyone has finished writing, right?" Shen Luyang walked much faster than he came, and took a few steps to the podium with long legs, "Zhan Jingmiao, you say."

Zhan Jingmiao stood up and said firmly, "C, B, A.

Peng Jun was full of anger and inexplicable, turned his head to look at Li Shenyu, the other party shook his head at him, indicating patience, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

Finally, I grabbed a school uniform and threw it on the table, just about to lie down—

"Peng Jun, do you think she chose the right one?"

…

Hold!