Although the school atmosphere of Xiangbei High School is very dark, the efficiency of this service is indeed high enough. In just one morning, the classroom of the senior high school class returned to its original appearance, a new lectern and a new table and chair. However, I don’t know if it was for the sake of eye-catching reasons, the blood that Xinye sprinkled on the wall was not completely erased, which made Ye Xingchen and others feel depressed. This seemed to remind them not to be too arrogant or what?

The first class in the afternoon was Chinese language class. The lecture was a tall and thin man with his surname Lin and wearing a pair of glasses. He looked like a weak scholar. However, Ye Xingchen and others understood that this guy was not simple. Will simple people come here to teach? Just like a cat, you will talk about it?

Seeing the complex traditional fonts on the book, Wang Xiaohu and Zi Feng were in a big head. They lie on the table and slept hard on the noisy classroom. Chen Xiaolong's eyes were shaking around the exposed beauties. Luo Yin was flirting with a yellowed Qimen Dunjia, while Lin Aoxiang's eyes were staring in the drawer. Where was a classic gangster novel written by Falling Stars, or a traditional version. It was yy enough, erotic enough, and classic enough. As for Ouyang Jun, he was staring out the window and didn't know what he was thinking.

Only Ye Xingchen sat upright in his seat, looking at the textbook printed in traditional Chinese characters in his hand, sighed in his heart, this font is the essence of Chinese characters? But for the sake of simplicity, China 6 changed it, not only changed the shape of the characters, but also changed the soul of the characters. However, Taiwan, a place that has been divided from the motherland for hundreds of years, is still using these five thousand years of civilization.

Teacher Lin’s lectures were pretty good. He spoke very standard in Mandarin, even more standard than what Ye Xingchen and other guys from Big 6 said. He also had a peaceful voice, giving people a very gentle feeling. Unfortunately, the people in the classroom were speaking, kissing, and reading yellow comics. Where did anyone listen to his class? It was Mu Xiaojun, the granddaughter of the leader of the Qing Gang, Mu Xingze, and listened with relish.

Of course, Ye Xingchen also listened with relish. Although he understood a lot of things the teacher said, respecting teachers and Taoism has always been his sexual principle. Of course, the premise is that he regards you as a teacher.

Lin Jiawen talked about his textbooks and his eyes swept across everyone present from time to time, with disappointment in his eyes, but he didn't say much. Even in ordinary schools, there were not many people who could teach seriously, let alone this special high school. Only when he looked at Mu Xiaojun, there was a little more relief in his eyes. However, when he saw Ye Xingchen listening to his lecture with relish, he raised his eyebrows. This young man was a new face, probably the seven people from Big 6. I heard that they killed that guy Xinye as soon as they arrived. I originally thought he was a militant, but I didn't expect that he was so serious about cultural knowledge. Thinking in my heart, Lin Jiawen smiled slightly at Ye Xingchen, and Ye Xingchen also smiled kindly at him. For some reason, he always felt that this tall and thin man with eyes was unusual.

After the Chinese get out of class, Lin Jiawen, who was about to walk out of the classroom, heard someone calling: "Teacher Lin!" He quickly stopped his steps and looked back, and saw Ye Xingchen walking towards this side. The other boys instinctively asked to both sides. The wounds on their faces had not yet receded.

"Is there anything wrong?" Although I had a good impression of Ye Xingchen, the obedient student, Lin Jiawen still said coldly.

"I have some questions about Chinese language in the future. Can I find you?" Ye Xingchen didn't care about Lin Jiawen's coldness and asked respectfully.

"Of course, I am your teacher. If you have something you don't understand, you can come and ask me!" Lin Jiawen didn't know why Ye Xingchen had such a problem, but he still agreed.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin, I just don't know how to find Teacher Lin?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.

"This is my business card, which contains the address and phone number of my residence. You can find me at any time!" Lin Jiawen didn't say much, and took out a snow-white business card from his pocket and handed it to Ye Xingchen.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin..." Ye Xingchen hurriedly took it and said respectfully.

"No need..." Lin Jiawen walked out after saying this, ignoring the people in the classroom.

Version, updated, faster, all in: Support literature, support! Ye Xingchen's actions naturally attracted the attention of others, but no one dared to go up and ask why. It was the class monitor Mu Xiaojun who walked in front of Ye Xingchen for some time, and a soft voice sounded from Ye Xingchen's ears: "Do you like Chinese classes very much?"

"Of course, if a Chinese person doesn't even like Chinese classes, how about Chinese people?" Ye Xingchen snorted coldly. After Mo Fei's death and thousands of brothers passed away, his mood had changed drastically from before. Although he still looked so careless on the surface, his heart had undergone qualitative changes. As long as he was not the person around him, whether it was a beautiful woman with a beautiful national beauty or a hideous man, he would treat him equally. Even if the other party was the granddaughter of the leader of the Qing Gang, he would not have a good face. He clearly understood in his heart that strength is the best in this world. If Xingyao becomes a gang that makes everyone tremble, he must use all kinds of means. Among them, becoming the leader of the Dark Star Hall is the first step he has to take.

For this reason, he came here!

For this reason, he bid farewell to his beloved!

For this, he fought hard...

"It seems that you are still a very patriotic person?" Mu Xiaojun didn't care about Ye Xingchen's cold tone.

"What about you? Are you a Chinese? Or a Taiwanese?" Ye Xingchen asked this question.

"Is there any difference?" Mu Xiaojun looked up at Ye Xingchen. Although she grew up in Taiwan, she had accepted the idea since childhood that I was a Chinese and the descendant of Yanhuang. This is also the idea of ​​the Qing Gang. Every member of the Qing Gang has a heart of unforgettable Chinese soul...

"Haha..." Ye Xingchen smiled and stopped talking. He always thought that many Taiwanese people would think that they were Taiwanese, not Chinese. It seems that their idea was very wrong, and those who opposed unification were only a minority.
Chapter completed!