My guide is the class representative [Quick Transmigration]

Lian Qiao threw the schoolbag over his shoulder and hung it on his shoulder. As soon as he left the classroom door, a boy in a vest and leather pants rushed up, took a step back, and said, "What's wrong?"

The little leather pants were out of breath, and said with his arms crossed: "Brother Qiao, go and have a look, that kid He Weizhi beat the boss with a steel rod until he became red, and now he is preventing He Weizhi from leaving, the boss let me call you over."

"Oh." Lian Qiao said coldly, "Take me there."

The little leather trousers breathed a sigh of relief immediately. The school's Dorian Joe was insidious and cunning, and he was extremely ruthless, so it seemed like that.

***

Lian Qiao followed behind the little leather pants, unhurriedly, his identity in this world is a buddy of a school bully and a military advisor. It can be said that nine out of ten times when Zhang Qun went to fight, it was Lian Qiao who As for Zhang Qun, as long as Lian Qiao came up with an idea, he would come back with a big victory. Zhang Qun would basically listen to what Lian Qiao said, so the school also put Lian Qiao in the same position as Zhang Qun.

But Lian Qiao never appeared in any fights. Outsiders had only heard of Lian Qiao from the [-]th Middle School, but they had never seen him, saying that he was elusive.

The place where the fight took place was in an alley, and the little leather pants led Lian Qiao to the place. Zhang Qun supported himself with a steel rod, and the blood from his forehead dripped down his chin. Open your mouth and smile very brightly.

Lian Qiao walked over and kicked Zhang Qun directly, and Zhang Qun fell to the ground. The little leather pants and the others were all confused, and the little leather pants blushed and asked, "Brother Qiao, what are you doing?" ?”

"Send him to the hospital, will you be responsible if he dies?"

Hearing that Lian Qiao said that Zhang Qun would die, everyone was in a hurry. A big man rushed over and swung Zhang Qun on his shoulder, and was about to run out.But when passing by Lian Qiao, Zhang Qun put his hand on Lian Qiao's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "He Weizhi is cruel, be careful."

Lian Qiao looked at the little leather pants: "Get behind him, get out of here."

The little leather pants nodded repeatedly, followed behind the big man, led a group of brothers, and ran out, leaving Lian Qiao alone.

Lian Qiao looked at He Weizhi who was standing in the corner...

He Weizhi was wearing the black and white school uniform of No. [-] High School. The school uniform was very old-fashioned, but when worn on the slender He Weizhi, it changed his taste. He Weizhi's eyes were like those of a black eagle on the top of a mountain, captivating. Cold as water under a glacier.

He Weizhi was also injured. Seeing Lian Qiao walking towards him, he took a breath and said coldly, "What? Master Qiao, do you want to kill me?"

Lian Qiao was at a loss. He didn't know how to deal with someone with the same personality as himself. He could only look at He Weizhi coldly for a while, then dropped a bottle of iodophor from his bag and said, "I'm not that boring. .”

Lian Qiao, who didn't know what to do, could only turn around and leave quickly. Behind him, He Weizhi bent down to pick up the unopened bottle of iodophor, raised the corners of his mouth in disdain, and threw it directly into the corner, hitting the hard On the stone, dark brown povidone iodine splashed everywhere, leaving a brownish-yellow liquid on the wall.

Lian Qiao's footsteps did not stop at all, and his figure quickly disappeared around the corner.

He Wei put his hand on the wall, rested for a while, picked up the schoolbag on the ground, stuffed the papers one by one into the schoolbag, and then left.

Pushing open the painted green wooden door, the pungent smell of cooking in the kitchen spread everywhere, He Weizhi put his schoolbag on the sofa expressionlessly, and said, "Mom, I'm back."

Mama He came out wearing a floral apron, her pale face was a little flushed, she pointed to the table and said, "Let's eat, there's only one vegetable."

He Weizhi nodded, and sat down at the table. The square foldable table can only seat two people. He Weizhi added two bowls of rice, and then waited for his mother to eat together.

Mother He brought the steaming green vegetables to the table, and as soon as she sat down, she saw the scratches on He Weizhi's hands, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your hands?"

"I fell a bit." He Wei said.

Mother He hesitated to speak, and finally just sighed. She knew her son herself, and his appearance followed her own, but his temperament was very similar to that man. Saying a word, Mother He knew that she would not get anything out of asking, so she simply didn't ask, but took iodine and cotton swabs from the drawer after eating and put them in her son's room.

In the hospital, Lian Qiao was sitting on the sofa in a single ward reading a magazine, Zhang Qun was eating an apple with gauze wrapped around his head, Yu Zhi in leather pants was nodding and bowing, and the tall Chen Ziyi was leaning against the window and playing with his mobile phone.

Zhang Qun gnawed and complained about He Weizhi, pushed away Yu Zhi who was blocking his sight, and said to Lian Qiao: "Qiao Zi, you don't know the stick He Weizhi gave me, I felt like I saw the whole sky at that time." Little Fairy, she usually pretends to be dignified and dignified, she looks like a good student, but she can fight like a professional like us."

Lian Qiao raised his eyelids and asked, "What happened to He Weizhi?"

Zhang Qun chuckled, knowing that he was wrong, and usually he would discuss it with Lian Qiao, but today he was really impulsive, but it was also a blush for a beauty, Zhang Qun bit the bullet and said, "He stole my girlfriend."

Chen Ziyi's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

Lian Qiao said: "I remember you and Li Shanshan are not together yet."

"It's coming soon." Zhang Qun waved his hand, "Where do you think I am worse than He Weizhi? Compared with family background, he is poor and I am rich. Compared with face, he is ugly and I am handsome, but my grades are a little worse. He is the first in the class." One, I am the last one in my class."

Chen Ziyi: "..."

"But that's not a problem. Now who looks at the results, I can't understand He Weizhi's facial paralysis, like someone owes him money."

Lian Qiao put the magazine on the table and said softly, "Don't provoke others."

Zhang Qun was puzzled: "Why?"

"Li Shanshan likes good grades." The implication is that it's useless even if you get rid of all the people Li Shanshan likes. Li Shanshan doesn't like you at all, a rich second generation who is uneducated and has poor grades in the Pacific Ocean.

Hearing this, Zhang Qun was stunned, retreated to the bed, and said in a muffled voice, "Qiao Zi, you can go home, and Yu Zhi, you can go too. Just let Chen Ziyi take care of me. Remember to ask for leave tomorrow."

Lian Qiao nodded, picked up his schoolbag and left.

***

The next morning, during self-study in the morning, the sound of reading was heard in the classroom. Lian Qiao put his hands on the table, drank the soy milk brought by Yu Zhi, gnawed on the oil cake brought by Chen Ziyi, and took two bites. Lian Qiao looked at Chen Ziyi leisurely. He said, "Can Zhang Qun have no one there?"

"Damn called the nanny over."

"Oh."

It is early winter, there is no sunshine outside, the gloomy sky is pressing on the top, the trees on both sides of the runway are covered with a layer of silver frost, the sky is not yet full light, and the cold air is locked outside the closed classroom .

Chen Ziyi recited the poems assigned by his Chinese teacher, but his eyes were on the drowsy Lian Qiao.Lian Qiao is undoubtedly good-looking, with a pair of eyes that can make people immerse himself in it, and a lazy atmosphere all over his body. It is a sight to sit anywhere. Lian Qiao's reputation in the fifteenth middle school is not only because of his insidious cunning, but also has his face.

Lian Qiao squinted his eyes halfway, sipping the soy milk in his hand one by one, and his eyes fell on He Weizhi, who was in the front row. He came out bloated, and among a group of students who were staggering like Lian Qiao, He Weizhi stood out from the crowd.

"Brother Qiao, what do you think of He Weizhi?" Yu Zhi leaned over and asked.

Lian Qiao nodded.Yu Zhi forgot what Lian Qiao said not to provoke He Weizhi, and thought that the military master Qiao was plotting something secretly in his heart, so he couldn't help but feel happy.

All of them have long been displeased with He Weizhi, and they usually have a condescending look, and they don't say ten words in a day, except of course, except for answering questions in class.

Music is playing outside.

No. [-] Middle School has to run for half an hour every morning, which is called exercising, and you can have breakfast after running.

Lian Qiao followed the crowd into the corridor, saw He Weizhi closing the book unhurriedly, put down his pen, and slowed down his pace.

Seeing that Lian Qiao was looking at He Weizhi again, Yu Zhi turned around and ran back and said, "Brother Qiao, leave him alone, he doesn't like crowded places, and every time he waits for the people below to gather before he goes to the playground slowly, the head teacher also Regardless of him, if it is a treasure, I think it is a treasure."

There were not many people in the corridor. Yu Zhi pulled Lian Qiao's arm and said, "Brother Qiao, let's go quickly. Although the head teacher doesn't care about He Weizhi, he will definitely take care of us."

Seeing Lian Qiao coming out of the teaching building, the class that was already standing on the track was a little confused, and then quickly returned to silence.Lian Qiao went to stand at the end of his class without looking sideways, and Yu Zhi followed him and stood beside him, leading the line to the back to check the formation. After confirming that there was no disorder, he returned to the front and heard the whistle start running.

The cold air penetrates into the lungs in the early winter, and the heat is outside when running. Even Qiao is naturally afraid of the cold. Even in summer, his hands are icy cold. Breathe out in the palm of your hand.

Yu Zhi watched from the side, took out something from his pocket and quickly stuffed it into Lian Qiao's hand while no one was paying attention.

"what?"

Yu Zhi chuckled: "Baby Nuan, put it on your stomach and it will be warm in a while."

"Thank you," Lian Qiao said in a low voice, "but how do I stick it on my stomach?" Could it be that I have to lift my clothes to reveal my belly in full view?

Yu Zhi saw his hesitation, and said indifferently, "Boys, what are you afraid of? Just tear open the pocket, put it in the palm of your hand, then put your hand into your stomach, and stick it on."

Lian Qiao nodded half-understood, he had never used warm baby, so he didn't know how to stick it, but it should be the same as those sticky things.In order not to put it on wrongly, Lian Qiao unzipped the zipper of the school uniform jacket, opened the thermal underwear inside, and carefully pressed the warm baby up little by little, but the pace of his feet was not messed up at all.

Yu Zhi: "..."

He Weizhi, who just came out of the teaching building, saw Lian Qiao lowering his head and pressing something on his stomach, knowing the nature of this person, He Weizhi twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a sneer.

Lian Qiao looked up and saw He Weizhi looking at him, the reflection of winter in his dark eyes.

In a hurry, he pulled down the clothes and zipped them up, and even Joe continued to run as if nothing had happened.

The author has something to say: Lian Qiao: "Am I a military advisor who comes up with bad ideas?"

Yu Zhi: "Yes!"

There will be episodes, and some worlds will have sub-cps, and the sub-cps are mainly sub-cps. Besides, each world can’t actually write any extras. After all, the memory is erased.

Now that each class representative has been written, we must enlarge its small attributes. I can’t let the Chinese class representative have the same personality as Chu Ye, and then recite poems every day. I think people who are good at Chinese are very sensitive in their hearts. There must be a reason for his sensitivity.