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The first chapter

I was 18 years old this year. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

My score was not very good, but I fought well. As a result, I also met a lot of loyal friends. They call me LaoDa [1], according to my instructions. On the day of your dedication and respect, I think that is really a great opportunity. I was also a rich man Raoda. My mother died when I was very young, my father went to the United States, married another woman. He did not want to talk to me, but I still had his son. He often sends money to me, I was able to use it arbitrarily. My friend’s family was not very good, I often have sweet meals against them, they still thank me. Who I was also a legend that knew my name and outside of school. I dare not wake up and hit me even teachers.

However, ZhenYun Li in our class was an exception.

Our conflict was initially not very intense. When I was first appointed to this class, I really liked it. He is very beautiful, it’s said in the correct representation. He became red for all people, then he is completely silent, most of the time he looks very introverted.

His result is very good, he does not speak much, everyone liked a lot of him. Thus, as soon as the year begins, the class president is elected to the end, he won the position.

On the other hand, it ended, my love is against him.

I am for my friends who work all over my pocket, I was a phone call to me at that time. I also looked timid terribly (in fact, I thought back to it, it was mostly “fear”).

Li ZhenYun just bought it. He was responsible for discipline, it had to be a full-time problem of often ideological work. He basically, if your parents do not have it, for example, whether your future depends on your own, we are talking about big principles. He did not say much, but he was very confident. In fact, there were also people who had relocated to him, suddenly the punctuation significantly improved, did not cause problems again.

However, I was simply unable to tolerate the view of my curiosity with the feeling of his good news and kindness.

I could not even put my finger on my head. I hate him when they become a class president. Even that I did not despise before it became an excuse for my hatred. For example, this person really liked cleaning. In the summer, people often have a basketball basketball white shirt. While everyone else was some kind of mud, he was completely clean. My book is a complete salad from my studio, it felt harder than climbing up to heaven. Many times I’ve been listening to teacher classes with my own eyes looked at the ceiling. On the other hand, his desk was always beautiful and clean. In general, he gave a “delicate and beautiful” feeling to people. As a result, people now have their own books and feathers, and the outfit is considered “very delicate and beautiful.” It was a very strange feeling. However, in my eyes, if someone is always clean, there is a mental disorder every day. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

You really can pretend, it does not exist, if you hate them, I hated him more, I paid more attention to him. Because his result was good, the teacher told me to ask him. Girls also like this beautiful boy, through paper every 2-3 days. Some people were asked to ask questions to come close to him. Hm Do not be fooled by girls who are very scared outdoors. We were able to see all the bad plans. However, if he is bad, ugly or, if enthusiastic, it was that he is interested in what is reserved. He did not answer. Well, that’s all something like that. But I paid a lot of attention to all the people who were interested in him. They were all afraid of me, but the girl who gave me a piece of paper I did not have.

Unless this is so important. As long as my friends are learning to say no to sitting next to me, it was only one day. Before I talk, the class president has stopped talking talk to look at this. In my memory, he rarely talked to me. I have counted a large amount of 54 sentences. When I opened this beautiful mouth at this time, I do not think that I really told me. Maybe I was suffering, and how was it?

I looked at him cold and quickly took the cigarette deliberately. A friend of mine has to rush immediately for me.

I smoked and said the tone I used when I fought outside. “Why do you think about my business? My voice is not gentle, the whole class was similar, I broke it and came out a few fears.

He suddenly smoked my cigarette. His voice was not loud, but his voice was unquestionable. “It’s in class, I can not smoke.

T / N

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Chapter 1

That year I was an eighteen year old year eleven student.

My scores weren’t very good, but I was good at fighting. As a result, I also became acquainted with many faithful friends, they all called me LaoDa^[1] and obeyed my commands. Under their devotion and respect day in day out, I thought I was a real big shot. I was also a rich LaoDa. My mum died when I was very young and my dad went to America after marrying another woman. Although he didn’t want to talk to me, I was still his son. He often sent money back to me so I could spend it arbitrarily. My friends’ families weren’t very well off, so I often treated them to delicious food and they felt even more grateful to me. I was such a legend that everyone knew my name, in and out of school. Even the teachers didn’t dare provoke me and turned a blind eye.

However, our class president Li ZhenYun was an exception.

Our conflicts weren’t actually that intense at the beginning, when I was first allocated to this class, I was actually quite fond of him. He was very pretty and talked in a polite and cultured manner. He’d also blush every now and then, it’s just that a majority of the time he was completely silent and looked like a very introverted person.

His scores were very good and although he didn’t talk much, everyone liked him a lot. Thus, as soon as year eleven started, the class president was elected by everyone and he got the position.

On the other hand, my fondness for him also ended.

Back then, I was already used to my friends acting upon my every beck and call and bowing down to me. I was also used to people looking at me in fear and awe (actually now that I think back on it, it was mainly ‘fear’) but the days really were very grand back then.

Li ZhenYun just didn’t buy it though. He was in charge of disciplining and often had to carry out ideological work for full-time trouble makers. He would mainly lecture about big principles like how your parents didn’t have it easy, or how your future depended on yourself. Although he didn’t say much, it was very persuading. There were actually a few people who were so moved by him, their scores suddenly improved tremendously and they never caused trouble again.

Nonetheless, I just couldn’t bear the damn sight of him with his admonishing words and kind feelings.

I couldn’t quite put a finger on my mentality either, I just started to hate him when he became the class president. Even the things I didn’t detest before all turned into excuses for my hatred. For example, this guy really liked cleanliness. During the summer, people would sometimes go play basketball in white t-shirts. Everyone else was as dirty as a mud monkey while only he would be completely clean. My books were a complete mess inside my study desk, finding a book was harder than climbing up to the sky. A lot of the times, I would listen to the teacher’s class with my eyes looking up towards the ceiling. On the other hand, his desk was always clean and neat. Overall, he gave people the feeling of being ‘delicate and pretty’, which would then lead people to think that his books, his pens and his clothes were also very ‘delicate and pretty’. It really was a strange feeling. However, in my eyes, if a guy is always so clean every day then they’ve got a mental disorder.

You can actually just pretend someone doesn’t exist if you hate them, but the more I hated him, the more I payed attention to him. His scores were good so the teachers were biased towards him, the girls also seemed to like these types of cultured, handsome boys and would pass slips of paper to him every two or three days. Some even pretended to ask questions in order to get close to him. Humph. Don’t be fooled by those girls who seem very shy on the outside, I could see through all their evil plans. However, he didn’t seem to be interested, no matter if they were beautiful or ugly, enthusiastic or reserved, he wouldn’t respond to them. Well, all bookworms are like that. Nonetheless, I was very jealous of everyone liking him. Even though they were all scared of me, there weren’t any girls who would give me slips of paper.

If it was just this, then it wouldn’t have mattered so much. It just had to be that one day during self study when a friend of mine ran over to sit next to me to tell jokes. The class president saw this and walked over before telling us to stop talking. In my memory, he rarely talked to me. I even counted it up to a grand total of fifty four sentences. I didn’t think that when he opened that precious mouth of his this time, it was actually to tell me off. How was I supposed to endure that?

I looked at him coldly and deliberately took out a cigarette nice and slowly. My friend quickly lit it up for me.

I blew a puff of smoke at him and said in the tone I used when I fought outside, “Why would I want you to meddle with my business?” My voice wasn’t soft, the entire class glanced over. I glared at them and a few timid ones hurriedly retracted their gazes.

He violently took my cigarette. His voice wasn’t loud, but there was no doubt in his tone, “This is a classroom, you’re not allowed to smoke.”

T/N

[1] 老大  Means boss or head, the one with the most power.

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