This is a world without magic, and this is also a world where gods do not exist! And no one has ever heard of the so-called Creation Titan.

"Wang Xiaoming, stand up! How much is 5*4/2 equal?" A voice suddenly asked loudly.

Wang Xiaoming, who was woken up by the classmate behind him with a pen and gently pounded it, retracted his thoughts. He looked at the things written on the blackboard with confusion on his face, and he could not answer hesitantly.

"Stand behind me!" The teacher on the podium shouted angrily. When Wang Xiaoming heard this order, he picked up the textbook on the table, walked obediently to the end of the classroom and stood there.

Looking at the teacher who was foaming on the podium, Wang Xiaoming sadly accepted this reality: Well, this is the magical "science" that ruled all the world.

Dingling, the bell for get out of class ended, and the teacher on the podium had to stop his movements and said reluctantly: "Let's get off get out of class!"

This sentence seemed to hide some magic. The atmosphere in the entire classroom changed suddenly, and the students who were originally dull also became agile in an instant. After the teacher left the classroom, this emotion reached the highest point and the whole classroom became noisy.

Finally, Wang Xiaoming, who had waited until the get out of class was over, returned to his seat and lay on the table without any interest. Then, a pencil kept poking his back. Wang Xiaoming, who was unwilling to look back, moved the stool forward a few points. Unfortunately, this tactful rejection was not understood by the partners behind him at all, and the pencil was still poking persistently.

"Are you going to finish?" Wang Xiaoming, who realized that if he didn't look back, might have to poke the pencil to the next class, turned around in dissatisfaction.

As if he was frightened by Wang Xiaoming's tone, the classmate behind him was stunned, and then he was also dissatisfied: "How can you do this? Wang Xiaoming!"

As if he realized that his emotions were wrong, Wang Xiaoming slowed down and asked again: "What the hell is it?"

Hearing Wang Xiaoming's inquiry, the classmates behind him no longer cared about the awkwardness just now and asked in a low voice: "Wang Xiaoming, have you been stimulated during the summer vacation?"

"What does it mean?" Wang Xiaoming felt a little impatient. The little fat man in front of him was a lunatic, and he could also ask such boring questions.

"I'm still saying no!" The little fat man ignored Wang Xiaoming's attitude and replied: "After you come after the summer vacation, you'll be like a different person. You think I can't see it!"

Hum? Wang Xiaoming's heart burst, and then he calmed down and said with no concern: "Nothing is wrong? I'm not all normal!"

"Tsk, I'm still lying to me!" The little fat man looked at Wang Xiaoming with contempt and continued, "You thought I really didn't know!"

"What do you know?" A trace of threatening words blurted out. Wang Xiaoming, who realized that his tone was wrong, quickly lowered his head and moved his cold gaze to the ground.

The little fat man shivered. He looked around strangely, then lay in Wang Xiaoming's ear and said mysteriously: "I know everything about you passing notes with Zhang Xiaorui during the summer vacation! Hehehe, don't think of lied to me!"

Passing the note? Zhang Xiaorui? Wang Xiaoming, who had a vague impression, turned his gaze to a corner of the classroom. The little girl who felt her eyes turned her head and glared at him fiercely. Seeing the little girl dissatisfied with Wang Xiaoming, what's the matter? Humph! The troubles of the reptile!

Withdrew his gaze and put down his original vigilance, Wang Xiaoming explained casually: "Don't talk nonsense, Li Sichun, don't spread such false rumors anymore, so as not to misunderstand everyone!" The fat man's name is Li Sichun, and he lives in the same courtyard with Wang Xiaoming. His father and Wang Xiaoming's father are both employees of the fertilizer factory. Strictly speaking, they should be childhood friends.

"No?" Li Sichun asked suspiciously.

"No!" Wang Xiaoming nodded solemnly, then turned around and lay on the table again: "Okay, don't bother me, let me take a rest."

Li Sichun muttered a few dissatisfied words, and looked at Wang Xiaoming's uncooperable attitude and could only give up. However, the depression on his face told everyone his unhappiness.

Finally, Wang Xiaoming, who thought he could have a good rest, just lay on the table, and the class bell rang. He sighed and got up from the table helplessly. Looking at the teacher coming in, he felt even more desperate: Oh my God, this class is actually a class of thought and morality! Ahhh, sports, where are you...

The sound of Dingling sounded again, and Wang Xiaoming, who had spent the morning in a daze, immediately became energetic. He heard the sound of get out of class being finished from the teacher on the podium, quickly stuffed the textbooks on the table into the desk and rushed out of the classroom without looking back.

"Wang Xiaoming, wait for me!" Li Sichun shouted quickly when he saw this, and then chased Wang Xiaoming's figure. Because the two families were not far away, they usually made an appointment to go to and from school together.

It's really troublesome! Wang Xiaoming, who was unwilling to be too different from the past, had to stop and wait for Li Sichun to arrive. In just a few seconds, this originally quiet campus was completely boiling. Countless students walked out of the classroom and went home with familiar classmates.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaoming felt a sigh in his heart again: "There are too many people in this world! It's too exaggerated to have hundreds of people just like this child's campus!"

Li Sichun, who was running over panting, stood there and took a few breaths. Finally, he felt a little recovered and said, "Let's go? Go home."

"Let's go?" Wang Xiaoming glanced at Li Sichun with dissatisfaction, "How can we go with so many people? Let's wait!"

"Ah! I have to wait!" Li Sichun glanced at the blocked door, spread her hands and said, "Okay, listen to you."

After waiting for about seven or eight minutes, the whole crowd became scattered, and the two of them walked towards the gate to prepare to go home.

Because the distance from school is not very far, they usually walk home. Today, the same is true. They keep chatting and moving forward according to the familiar routes in the past. Well, it is actually Li Sichun chattering there alone, Wang Xiaoming, who is wandering around, responding lazily to a few words.

Hum? Feeling the figure that stopped beside him, Wang Xiaoming woke up from his random thoughts. "What's wrong?" He turned around and asked his friend curiously.

"It's Datou and the others!" Li Sichun looked ahead in fear, "Let's change the way!"

Big Head? Wang Xiaoming glanced at the group of people here, then shook his head: "It's too late!"

It was too late. A group of people separated three figures and walked up to the two of them. A tall boy wearing a loose school uniform said, "Isn't this Li Xiaopang? What's wrong? I don't say hello when I see my brother?"

"Brother Tian..." Xiaopang looked at the tall boy in fear and shouted softly. The tall boy looked at Wang Xiaoming on the side with a laugh: "Where are you Xiaoming?"

Li Sichun gently pulled her companion's clothes, ignored the other party's sign, Wang Xiaoming looked at the tall boy, then turned his head and said, "Let's go." Li Sichun looked at Wang Xiaoming blankly, and then followed him murmly.

"Stop!" The tall boy stopped the two of them, looked at Wang Xiaoming, who had no expression, and said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong? Wang Xiaoming, you don't give me face. Do you know that you are very upset?"

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the tall boy quietly. The look stimulated the tall boy again. What kind of eyes were that? What does that mean? What kind of eyes that were condescending and disdainful? The tall boy who was originally just thinking of saying hello changed his mind. He pretended to be cold and shook his head and said lightly: "You two are here just right. Brothers and others didn't happen to have lunch, how many dollars should I pick me up?"

How many dollars? Li Sichun subconsciously touched her pocket with embarrassment. There was a pocket money her grandmother secretly gave her. This was a few dollars!

The tall boy who also saw Li Sichun's movements was like his eyes, and immediately signaled his companion to surround Li Sichun. The three young men laughed and said, "It seems that Li Xiaopang has a bag, it just so happens that you don't bother others. I'll lend it to my brother directly. Don't worry, I will definitely pay it back in a few days!"

It's a big deal, Li Sichun cursed in her heart. The tall boy opposite was nicknamed Datou, and he was a famous bad gangster around him. Nowadays, it was the time when young and dandy were the most popular. This guy followed the plot of the movie and played the trick of killing chicken heads and burning yellow paper with a few friends. He also formed a so-called gang, known as the "Qinglong Gang". There were rumors that there were nearly dozens of people joining. Thinking about the bad behavior of Bald Head. Li Sichun, who was reluctant in his heart, overwhelmed his fear of Datou and others.

"Huh?" Datou glanced at Li Sichun with dissatisfaction, "What do you mean? You have to do it! Okay, brothers are walking!"

While Li Sichun was focusing on Big Head, a little yellow-haired man smiled and went around behind him and kicked him hard in front of him. Li Sichun, who was caught off guard, fell to the ground immediately. The little yellow-haired man thought he was handsome and shook his long hair. Looking at Li Sichun who was about to cry, he said proudly: "Don't give Brother Tian's face, but he doesn't give us the Qinglong Gang's face. Boy, you are an old birthday star looking for death!"

After saying that, Xiao Huangmao raised her right foot and made a gesture to prepare to teach this little fat man who was ignorant of the current situation. At this time, an arm suddenly grabbed his sleeve and stopped Xiao Huangmao. Hum? Looking along the arm that pulled the sleeve, Xiao Huangmao was furious: "Fuck, where did the mess come from?"

Wang Xiaoming's eyes subconsciously narrowed, and then he seemed to realize something and looked down at the ground: "Okay, buddy, let's get here today, let's break up!"

Has it been dispersed? The little yellow-haired man smiled angrily. Looking at Wang Xiaoming who looked down as if he was afraid, the little yellow-haired man felt infinite humiliation. He turned his head and said to Datou: "Brother Tian, ​​you are from the yard? Don't blame your brother for not giving you face today. I must destroy him today!"

Datou also looked at Wang Xiaoming with surprise. What medicine did this kid take wrong? He hesitated for a moment when he heard the words of Xiao Huangmao, and then laughed heartily: "That must-have brother, I dare to mess with our brothers. If you don't teach me a lesson, it's not going to be a rebellious!"
Chapter completed!