After the class bell rang, there were sparse sounds in the classroom. Yang Rui walked in and immediately calmed down. He swaggered to the seat behind.

Liu Jia, a girl sitting in front of him, frowned as he passed by and hummed: "The fox is fake and the tiger is powerful! The late king!"

Yang Rui could hear it clearly and knew that he was talking about himself, but he didn't mind at all. He sat down carelessly. He was disdainful and cut it off! He was late? When did the teacher come in after my butt? If he came in first than the teacher, he would not be late.

He disdained to explain, not because the person who was talking was a girl, but because he had heard such words countless times. As for the suspicion of deliberately pretending to be powerful, Yang Rui was not interested at all. In his words, he was already powerful enough.

Who knows the fight king of Grade 3 (3) and who doesn’t know, who doesn’t know, who is afraid of three points? This is what Yang Rui calls power. However, although he has the strong nickname of the fight king, his classmates are not afraid of him because he never beats the classmate of the class. Just as he is 180 and has a slightly dark and strong figure, he is in Grade 3 again, and no classmate is bored to offend him?

In fact, Yang Rui's nickname for "King of Fighting" was obtained in his first year of high school. At that time, he fought for a small fight for three days and a big fight for ten days, and maintained a brilliant record that he had never lost. Although most of them played against junior high school younger brothers and students of the same grade, he worked many times as the senior high school students and senior high school students, which made him famous. In the first half of his senior year, he basically consolidated his reputation, and there were few opportunities to take action in the school. Now he lives in legends, and only fights with people outside the school.

Now there are only a few months before the college entrance examination, and the countdown for the third grade of high school has entered. Class is to review and do the exercises, and Yang Rui is very bored about this.

If he had the opportunity to go to college, he would of course be like others, hoping to become a bookworm or a questionworm. But he knew that his grades were too far apart and he had no choice, so he naturally became discouraged.

There are many students with the same mentality as him. When they reach the third year of high school, if they don’t have a little self-awareness, they will really be sorry for their parents. Their mentality is to accompany the prince to study and get a high school diploma.

After a class, Yang Rui, who had not learned a few questions and had not listened to much, was about to go out to exercise his muscles, but saw Liu Jia, a girl sitting in front of him, staring at him.

"What's wrong? Deputy squad leader, I performed well just now and didn't quarrel with my classmates." Yang Rui spoke with a smile on his face.

According to usual practice, as long as he talks to others in class and influences others, the class leader sitting in front will definitely criticize and educate him after class. Yang Rui has become accustomed to it.

In general schools, even if they are not as old as fast or slow classes, the classes are divided into classes. In order to take care of excellent students, teachers often let good grades sit in front, middle, side, and back seats leave students with missed life. However, the old class in Class 3 is still relatively young and full of passion, and wants to make the students better as a whole. Therefore, several major class cadres are arranged around students with poor grades and poor discipline, and want them to supervise and influence the students around them.

The Chinese people’s attitude towards power is very wonderful. Even if you are a moderator of a forum or a Q group leader, your identity will be regained. Poor students will not miss students with good grades, but if there is a class monitor sitting next to them, the situation will be much better. The class teacher expects that the class cadres will not have much effect on leading poor students in learning, but at least the discipline is much better.

I don’t know if the old class often motivates the class cadres, or if they are really responsible, Deputy squad leader Liu Jia has been focusing on the fight behind Wang Yangrui and late Wang Yangrui.

"Yang Rui, you are not young anymore. After studying for so many years, you should know how much money you spent at home. Now is the critical moment. Why are you still so careless? You can't be serious for a few months? You can't play again when you get into college!" Liu Jia did not criticize him this time, but persuaded him with great thought.

Most of the students in the class were still in the classroom, so they seized all the time to study, and only the students nearby paid attention to them. Yang Rui's deskmate gloatingly winked at him, for fear that Liu Jia would finish his words and Yang Rui would say he would leave quickly.

Seeing Liu Jia so serious, Yang Rui acted as if he was happy to be taught, and then sighed, "Liu Jia, Liu Jia, you are self-contradictory!"

"I? Contradictory?" Liu Jia reached out and pushed a long strand of hanging hair behind his ears, looking at him in confusion.

"We have already spent a lot of money on our parents' study. If we get into college, wouldn't we have to spend more money? With the same enrollment quota, wouldn't it cost others a less chance?" Yang Rui looked serious, "So, in order to reduce the burden on his parents and to give the poor students in the world an extra chance, I had to sacrifice myself with a fearless spirit!"

Liu Jia was shocked. What is this? It seems to be true. If you get into a university, the tuition and living expenses will be a heavy burden...

"Oh..." Yang Rui stood up and sighed, "All virtues are filial piety first, others are the first to yourself. How can you little girls understand this state?"

He suppressed his smile, shook his head and sighed in a pretentious manner, leaving the deputy squad leader Liu Jia with a confused look on his face.

Liu Jia's seatmate Li Yingying looked at her thinking and pulled her for a moment, "Hey, you won't really believe Yang Rui's words, right?"

Liu Jia smiled slightly, "What he said seems to make some sense."

"Bah! He is clearly playing tricks on you. He is talking about himself like something. He has no hope. He just throws it out. He is too lazy to work hard. You are still frightened by him." Li Yingying couldn't help laughing.

Liu Jiayi thought that Yang Rui was not as noble as he said, so he smiled bitterly: "This person is unsaved..."

Yang Rui, who is 180 tall, will naturally be seated in front of him. In addition to the old class who wants to influence and drive the backward students, Liu Jia is also taller, and she and Li Yingying are both better-developed girls in the class. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, the maldeveloped girls look a little nauseous and shriveled, while the well-developed girls naturally look more beautiful.

Li Yingying is from the school’s women’s basketball team. Liu Jia is even more beautiful and has good academic performance. Because of her status as the deputy class monitor, she communicates a lot with male and female students and is very popular among classmates and teachers. Although the Xincheng Middle School where they are located does not select school beauties, class beauties, etc., Liu Jia is definitely one of the most well-known and popular beauties among the sixth grades of high school.

Because Liu Jia has a good relationship with everyone, the boys behind were happy to see her teach Yang Rui a lesson. After hearing Yang Rui's words, they also smiled and said, "Liu Jia, Li Yingying, how can you little girls understand our great minds? In fact, we are just like Yang Rui, for the sake of our family and for the sake of the majority of senior high school students. If we don't work hard, we can save money for our family, and you can also lose a few competitors!"

"Go, go, go! If you don't pass the exam, it depends on whether your parents will let you repeat the exam! Save money and spend more money!" Liu Jia said helplessly.

×××

"Your Class 4 is not good..."

After Yang Rui jumped into a slam dunk, he showed off his pride.

Every day after school, Yang Rui has to play basketball for a while as usual. All the students in the senior high school are nervous and those who have the leisure to play basketball have poor grades.

"Damn! Why are you arrogant? You kid are just a hero who can show off one's own hero!" The students in Class 4 were helpless with his ability, but despised his arrogance.

"Hehe, arrogant requires arrogance." Yang Rui did not hide his compliment.

They are all familiar classmates, and their words will not affect their mood. Continue to play basketball. This is not a regular game, and no one cares about winning or losing.

Once when Yang Rui was preparing to dunk, the students in Class 4 wanted to hit him with a pride and pride. They gave each other a wink, and several people rushed towards him.

When Yang Rui jumped up to dunk, his body was bumped into chaos a few times. The other students in Class 3 did not expect that they would make such a prank and didn't have time to help. Just after hitting Yang Rui, several students in Class 4 tacitly walked around.

Yang Rui, who was showing off, leaned back and fell down without any preparation, and his butt fell heavily on the cement court. Before he could feel the pain, his head also hit the court. His brain suddenly shook violently and he immediately fell into a coma!

"Wow! Why did the slam dunk fall down the turtle on his back?"

"Fortunately, it's not that dogs eat shit, it's not destroying your glorious image, hahaha..."

The students in Class 4 were indeed disappointed when they saw Yang Rui showing off, and couldn't help laughing. Several students in Class 3 also found it funny, but when they saw Yang Rui's limbs palpitations on the ground and there was no movement, they soon couldn't laugh.

"Yang Rui! Is it okay?" The classmate of the nearest reached out to pull him.

Yang Rui did not reach out and did not speak out.

Everyone felt something was wrong and rushed around.

"Hey, Yang Rui! You won't fall so carelessly, are you? We're just kidding, there's no malicious intention!"

"Good boy, get up, don't pretend to be dead."

The students in Class 4 are now a little guilty because they were deliberately making pranks.

"Isn't it because I've fallen into a coma?" Someone was worried.

"Hey! Yang Rui, a female classmate came to see you! Beautiful girl, hurry up and show off her skills!"

Still no response.

Everyone started to get anxious and quickly shook Yang Rui.

"What should I do? Should I be sent to the hospital?" The classmate of the prank just now was a little panicked. They usually injured their hands and feet, and they had not seen them, but they had never seen them fainted.

Everyone was a little panicked.

"Don't touch him first, I'll go find a teacher!" Senior high school students usually think they are adults, but students educated in exams have limited experience in dealing with things. If they don't know what to do, they first think of finding a teacher.

Seeing someone running to find the teacher, the others surrounded Yang Rui who was unconscious on the ground and came up with some ideas they could think of.

"Do you want to carry him to the dormitory bed first?"

"Do you want to give him some wind?"

"The novel seems to say that you will wake up by pinching the Renzhong acupoint. Is the Renzhong acupoint under the nose?"

"Do you want artificial respiration?"

"Damn! Go! He was in a coma and he was not dead!"

...

At this time, there was no meal yet, and it was when the students on campus were taking a bath and washing clothes. Many lower graders were having fun. Seeing something happened, a group of people came to watch.

They like to play basketball and are familiar with physical education teachers. The classmate quickly found a physical education teacher.

Seeing the teacher coming, the students were relieved for a while, and someone quickly told me what happened just now.

The teacher asked the two students to lift Yang Rui's feet a little, knead and massage the calves, so that his body would still lie on the ground, probably in this way, which would move the blood. The teacher gently lifted Yang Rui's head and touched a big bag of it. He didn't dare to be careless, stroked Yang Rui's chest a few times, and then pinched the Renzhong point in the middle of his nose and lips with his thumb, and carefully pressed the Baihui point on the top of his head.

Everyone looked nervously, the teacher looked solemn. After a while, he ordered: "Go and push a cart quickly and prepare to take him to the hospital!"

The school has an emergency room, but the equipment is simple and there are no professional medical staff, so it is necessary to send it to the hospital. It is not very far away to the hospital. Instead of calling and waiting for an ambulance, it is better to send it to it yourself.

"Try this to use it..."

The teacher held Yang Rui's head with one hand and pressed his son Zhong with the other hand. Baihui, and then asked someone to massage his tiger mouth and Hegu acupoint respectively. Hearing someone talking, he looked up and asked, "What?"

A smelly foot that took off his sneakers reached over!

While the onlookers were covering their noses, the unprepared teacher was also in trouble and almost fainted. He could only hold back his breath immediately.

"Fuck me! Murder!"

The sober teacher almost fainted, and Yang Rui, who fainted, was indeed awakened! (A series of first aids have almost worked.)

Opening his eyes, he saw a stinky foot in front of him, Yang Rui quickly reached out and pushed it away. He didn't pay attention to the direction at all, and actually pushed his foot to the face of the teacher squatting beside him! He directly pressed it on his face, and now he really fainted from the breathless teacher.

"Damn! You grandsons... it hurts so much." Yang Rui shouted in pain because the teacher fainted. When he loosened his hands, his head hit the ground again. He sat up quickly and hugged his painful head with both hands.

Seeing that Yang Rui was fine, the teacher fainted again. The students understood it and Xun Teacher again!

×××

The swollen bag on the back of his head hurts very much. Yang Rui was so depressed that he returned home in a drowsy way. He was too lazy to go to study late, so he fell asleep on the bed, but could only sleep on his stomach.

After one day of class, she played basketball again and suffered a headache. Yang Rui fell asleep quickly while lying on the bed.

When it was dark, he heard the sound of someone outside opening the door hard and his mother's complaints. He touched his head, and felt that it was not so painful, so he slowly sat up.

After a while, my mother had not opened the door. Yang Rui was a little surprised. After thinking about it carefully, he was confused when he came back just now. He thought that he had come back late, so he locked the door. He was determined to die and couldn't open it with the key outside. After late self-study, he would of course lock the door. Now...

Yang Rui hurried over to open the door. When his mother saw him at home, she was a little surprised, "Xiao Rui, why didn't you go to evening self-study?"

"I... was so tired today. I fell asleep after coming back. Now I'm awake, so I won't go." Yang Rui thought for a while and didn't tell his mother about the fall, for fear that she would worry.

My mother also knew his learning situation, so she sighed helplessly and didn't say anything about him. "Please help me bring the vegetables in, and I'll cook fish for you later."

Yang Rui held the bag and looked at it. There was a handful of vegetables, a few potatoes, peppers, and a fish inside.
To be continued...