Wild and easy to tame

Chapter 10

Take Brother Yi's hand.

Feng Zhuo was quiet for a while.

During his quiet time, they encountered two waves of enemies.

After surviving the fierce battle, Feng Zhuo crouched on a roof and looked around, but there was no one there.

He was bored while waiting to shrink the circle, and started typing in the team channel again.

Feng Zhuo: "Your temper is quite similar to someone."

The circle has shrunk, and they are several hundred meters away from the safety circle.

Duan Yi jumped out of the house and went to the side of the road to find a car.

Hearing Feng Zhuo's words, he simply replied with a question mark.

Feng Zhuo continued to clatter on the keyboard.

Feng Zhuo: "I'm at the same table."

Feng Zhuo: "Sometimes the two of you speak in a similar tone."

Duan Yi: "..."

Duan Yi: "Which sentence?"

Feng Zhuo: [You're making noise in my eyes :)];

Feng Zhuo: "This sentence is too meow like something he would say!"

Duan Yi: "..."

He found a car, but he didn't intend to take La Fengzhuo with him.

But he wanted to roar past Feng Zhuozai's house.

Feng Zhuo thought that the other party would stop to pick him up, so he jumped off the roof when the car was approaching the house.

Then the next second, he was suddenly knocked into the air.

Kneeling down after landing, the blood bar turned red and was still decreasing.

Feng Zhuo: "??"

Feng Zhuo turned on the mic directly, his lowered voice was full of disbelief and blank grievance: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Why the fuck did you hit me?"

Duan Yi typed back not very sincerely: "I'm sorry, I didn't stop the car."

Feng Zhuo looked at the approaching poison circle impotently and furiously: "Why don't you come over and help me!"

Duan Yi sent another text: "I'm typing."

Then he jumped out of the car to rescue him.

Although there were some twists and turns during the game, the two of them ate the chicken smoothly in the end.

After the game ended, Duan Yi quit the game.

Feng Zhuo played a few more rounds out of boredom, and also logged off.

Yan Jia had already fallen asleep, Feng Zhuo lay down on the half of the bed that Yan Jia had left for him, turned off the lights and closed his eyes.

After a while, I lost consciousness.

Although he fell asleep quickly, Feng Zhuo was stuck in a not-so-good dream until he woke up in the morning.

In the dream, he returned to his childhood.

His parents would compare him with Feng Yue every day.

"A Zhuo, what is this you wrote? None of it is right, how did your mother teach you?"

"Why can my younger brother be all right, but you be all wrong?"

"My younger brother took the little red flower again, but you made me want to talk to the teacher because you were fighting with other children. I'm really ashamed, so you can't learn from my younger brother?"

"My younger brother can skip a grade, but it's still a problem for you to get promoted. Why are you so stupid."

……

When Feng Zhuo woke up and opened his eyes, his mind hadn't been completely separated from the dream.

He sat up emotionally, glanced at Yan Jia still sleeping, got out of bed quietly, and went to wash up first.

Tang Zhi saw Feng Zhuo came out of Yan Jia's bedroom, yawned sleepily, and said with a smile, "Zhuo Zhuo woke up? Go wash your face and have breakfast first."

"it is good."

Feng Zhuo saw Tang Zhi go back to the kitchen to serve the hot porridge bowl, he flicked his finger on the hot bowl, he walked over, his voice was still laziness from just waking up: "Aunt Tang, let me come. "

After speaking, he took the lead and walked out with the bowl.

Feng Zhuo put the bowl on the dining table before going to the bathroom.

After washing up and having breakfast, Feng Zhuo went to school with Yan Jia.

On the last day of school this week, the teachers of all subjects were talking about the test papers of yesterday's exam.

To Feng Zhuo, it was like a lullaby.

He was hypnotized as soon as the class started, and he slept almost all day.

The teachers of No. [-] Middle School read the papers very quickly. Before school ended that afternoon, Yang Qijin received feedback from the teachers of various subjects.

Then he called Feng Zhuo into the office.

"What's wrong, teacher?" Feng Zhuo asked expectantly, "Will you give me my grandma's letter?"

Yang Qijin snorted, he took out Feng Zhuo's chemical roll and spread it on the table, it was full of red slashes.

Then he took out Feng Zhuo's other test papers.

They are also red crosses.

Yang Qijin said: "It's the first time I've seen someone who can make up answers like you."

Feng Zhuo scratched his head, "I don't... I don't want you to see the blank volume."

Yang Qijin was laughed angrily by him, "I don't even want to see a test paper full of fabricated answers."

"You are really talented, how can you write about the knowledge of the subject in each subject and the answers are never the same, but none of them are correct?"

Feng Zhuo laughed happily, "I'll take it as your compliment."

Yang Qijin raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

Feng Zhuo suppressed his smile, looking obedient, waiting for training.

Yang Qijin handed him all his test papers, "I will correct the test papers this Saturday and Sunday, first look in the books by myself, most of them are from the books, I really don't know how to do it, wait for Duan Yi to ask for help when he is free." Ask him, if he can't solve it, you can ask the teacher."

"But generally there is no problem that he can't solve."

Feng Zhuo responded obediently: "Good teacher."

When he came out of the office, school had been over for a while.

Feng Zhuo turned to the teaching building to look for Yan Jia who was still waiting for him, and then the two walked out together.

It was past the rush hour after school, and there were very few people in the school.

Yan Jia asked Feng Zhuo: "Brother Zhuo, what does the old class want you for?"

Feng Zhuo said lazily, "Tell me about this exam."

Yan Jia didn't understand, and asked, "Because you handed in a blank paper?"

Feng Zhuo: "Because I compiled answers for every question, but none of them are right."

Yan Jia's eyes widened in surprise, he was stunned for a second, and then he laughed, "You are so fucking talented!"

After leaving school, Feng Zhuo suddenly wanted to go to an Internet cafe.

Tomorrow is Saturday, Yan Jia is not in a hurry to do homework right now, so she follows Feng Zhuo to the small Internet cafe near the school.

The location of this Internet cafe is relatively remote, in an alley next to the school.

The main group is the Internet-addicted teenagers who usually skip class and go out to play games.

Turning across the road, Feng Zhuo and Yan Jia had just stepped into the alley when they saw Duan Yi confronting Ding Chenshao and the four gangsters behind him.

Duan Yi just didn't want to go home, and this Internet cafe was the closest to the school, so he came here, intending to spend some time here.

Unexpectedly, Yuanjia Luzhai meets Ding Chenshao and his group.

Ding Chenshao was ridiculed by Duan Yi last time, and he was still holding a breath in his heart.

I met here today, how could he let him go so easily.

And when he fights, he has always bullied the few with the more.

Never be a gentleman.

Ding Chenshao and his accomplices charged towards Duan Yi.

As soon as Duan Yi punched, he saw Feng Zhuo and Yan Jia rushing over.

When Feng Zhuo was in the No. 1 Middle School, there was a saying about him - do whatever you want, fight No.[-].

This sentence was said by his head teacher in No. [-] Middle School in front of the whole class.

Feng Zhuo had to admit that this evaluation was quite accurate.

He's just good at fighting.

Originally, Duan Yi could solve it by himself, but now he has two helpers, the key point is that Feng Zhuo is still so fierce.

In a few minutes the brawl was over.

Feng Zhuo finally kicked Ding Chenshao and scolded him: "Grandson!"

At this moment, the siren of a police car sounded nearby, getting louder and louder.

A gangster who had already reached the alley turned back and shouted at Ding Chenshao: "Brother Chen, the police! The police are here!"

After speaking, the person ran away first.

Feng Zhuo quickly grabbed Yan Jia's hand and ran out of the alley.

He didn't want to go to the police station. After a set of procedures, he would be in trouble.

After leaving the alley, he dragged people along and ran wildly forward.

After turning the corner, Feng Zhuo stopped under a street light.

Holding on to the lamppost, he bent slightly and gasped for breath, and said to Yan Jia with a heavy breath, "Fuck! Luckily, I can run fast!"

"Yan Jia, you..."

The moment Feng Zhuo raised his face, he suddenly froze.

The one standing next to him was not Yan Jia.

It's Duan Yi.

Feng Zhuo opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "Why are you? Where's Yan Jia?!"

Duan Yi hangs his eyes expressionlessly and said, "Are you asking me?"