What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 3 Oolong

Ji Zhun didn't know how he got through this day. I originally wanted to find a few classmates in the class who I could get along with in the future, but because of Tan Jingyang, my mood completely disappeared.

After finally waiting for the evening self-study, Jizhun made an excuse to go to the toilet to smoke a cigarette to relieve his bad mood. He specially picked a toilet far away from the teaching building, and he never thought that he would be caught right after lighting it up and taking a few puffs.

"Smoking is not allowed in school."

Under the dim light, Tan Jingyang changed his polite and good student appearance, and now his eyes are full of sloppy banter.

Ji Zhun sneered, flicked the cigarette ash impatiently, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, the top student also skipped class?"

Tan Jingyang glanced at the cigarette between Ji Zhun's fingers, raised his lips and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm here to persuade my deskmate not to violate discipline."

"Ha." Jizhun snorted, "Pretending." He threw the cigarette butt into the hole in the toilet, pressed the flush button, and said without looking back, "I have to make something clear to you. I'm transferring to another school. It's not voluntary. I didn't know about it when I saw you that day."

Tan Jingyang looked at Jizhun leisurely, as if you continued to talk and I listened.

Ji Zhun took out a box of mints, poured out one and put it in his mouth, and said indifferently: "If you dare to bark, I will definitely make you cry."

When Tan Jinyang heard this, the smile on his lips became even bigger: "It's up to you?"

"Try it if you don't believe me." Ji Zhun squinted his eyes, turned around and walked out of the toilet.

A strong force dragged him back. Ji Zhun's pupils froze, and when he turned around, he had already greeted him with his fist.

Tan Jingyang tilted his head, and Jizhun's fist only rubbed on the opponent's cheek.

Ji Zhun gritted his teeth and raised his leg to hit the lower third. Tan Jingyang grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, throwing him out. Ji Zhun stumbled and quickly held on to the sink.

The next second, Tan Jingyang directly grabbed his collar and pressed it against the wall.

"Listen up, I'm afraid of trouble, and I don't like to make trouble for others." Tan Jingyang approached Ji Zhun and said word by word with a smile, "You must apologize to my brother, and we will keep the same in the future. "

Ji Zhun's collar was being held up, making it difficult to breathe. But he still controlled his breathing and said coldly: "Your brother is a bastard himself, why should you ask me to apologize? Also, do you have to apologize to me first for the injury on my chin?"

Ji Zhun's breath blew on Tan Jingyang's face, bringing with it the coolness of mint candy. Tan Jingyang pressed harder against Ji Zhun, and clearly saw the other party frowning.

"If you dare to scold my brother again, I will destroy you."

Tan Jingyang's words are definitely not a joke. For him, his younger brother is always the bottom line that no one can touch.

Ji Zhun stared at Tan Jingyang, suddenly showing one of his pointed tiger teeth, and chewed the candy in his mouth provocatively.

"Boom."