Ling Yu was shocked when he heard the words 'Mr. Yao'. Zhao Dashan called that classmate 'Mr. Yao'. Could it be... He remembered that Yao Rongbo held an umbrella and told Tianhuo on a rainy night that he was about the same age as Ping Ping.

Anping Town, maybe...

The classmate who was called Yao Gongzi was obviously not happy: "Da Shan, where do you mean this? It's unreasonable, and I didn't offend you."

Zhao Dashan was about to have a seizure when he was stopped by Ling Yu. Ling Yu asked 'Mr. Yao' softly: "Is your father the CEO of Tomorrow Group?"

Mr. Yao was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, how did you know?"

Thinking that he came to study in secret, Ling Yu just smiled and said nothing, but was secretly surprised in his heart: How could it be such a coincidence? But it doesn't matter when you think about it, Anping Town is not big, and there is only such a middle school.

While Ling Yu was thinking wildly, a teacher wearing huge black-rimmed glasses walked up to the podium slowly and majestically. He was tall and thin, with a long face and sunken cheeks that made his chin look particularly big. Looking from a distance,

Like a big cucumber.

As soon as he walked onto the podium, the class immediately fell silent.

He coughed lightly, smacked his dry lips twice, looked at the classmates with deliberately warm eyes and said:

"Students, today we are talking about triangles." He wrote the word "triangle" with white chalk on the blackboard. Then he turned around and said with a crooked face: "Students, in daily life, we

What triangles will you encounter?”

There was a commotion in the classroom.

"Sugar triangle!"

"My fruit bowl is triangular!"

"Triangle..."

"nonsense……"

The long-faced teacher pretended to smile as if he was thinking, and allowed the commotion in the classroom. After a while, he said: "Guan Peng, tell me what a triangle is, and choose a distinctive example." He adjusted his glasses and smiled.

Looking at the 'cube'.

Ling Yu secretly remembered that his name was Guan Peng.

The 'cube' has obvious characteristics. He shook his big square head and stood up unsteadily. He scratched his head and said seriously:

"It's just... I'm dating two girlfriends at once, oh... it's also called 'triangular love'..." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and peeked at the teacher on the podium.

The whole class burst into laughter.

When the math teacher heard the answer "cube", his nose was twisted with anger. The smile on his face had long disappeared without a trace. His face seemed to have grown longer in an instant. He really regretted asking Guan Peng.

.

"Sit down!" He said bitterly, deliberately taking off his glasses and wiping his glasses vigorously.

There was another burst of laughter in the class.

"Ling Yu, do you like math class?" Zhao Dashan lazily sat on the table and asked Ling Yu quietly.

Ling Yu shook his head, and kept drawing lines on a piece of paper with a pencil in his hand. After burying his beloved drawing board, he decided to give up painting. Now he only draws some lines on the paper, constantly

He kept paddling, as if only in this way could he calm down.

"What about the Chinese class?" Zhao Dashan asked again.

Ling Yu still shook his head, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground. He took out another piece of paper and continued to draw. His heart was very confused. There were already five or six paper balls thrown on the ground.

"Then what class do you want to take?" Zhao Dashan asked.

"I want to go to the Warrior Academy." Ling Yu said firmly.

Zhao Dashan glanced at him: "I want to go to school too, but I can't afford it. The annual tuition is 10,000 yuan."

"Isn't it just ten blood wolves? I'll think of a way." Ling Yu said, "What's the use of learning these courses? Can I protect my family or make money?"

Zhao Dashan suddenly stretched his head across the passage, came up to him, and said with a smile:

"I said, I said you are really my good brother. Why are you thinking the same as me? Let's go out for a walk in the next class?"

Ling Yu glanced at him, nodded with a smile, and asked Zhao Dashan: "What is your strength now?"

Zhao Dashan scratched his head: "Tong Sanxing, my mother won't let me learn. She is afraid that I will cause trouble and be beaten to death. Oh, what about you?"

Ling Yu raised a finger.

"Bronze One Star?" Zhao Dashan asked in surprise.

Ling Yu smiled and shook his head.

"You, wouldn't you say you are Yin Yixing?" Zhao Dashan tried to ask.

Ling Yu nodded.

"Damn, that's amazing. There are more than 1,500 students in the school, and you can be ranked in the top ten." Zhao Dashan said enviously.

Ling Yu sighed: "It's still far from enough, I just want to be stronger." He said while drawing something on a piece of paper.

"Well, we have to think of a way. It won't work if we continue like this." Zhao Dashan also sighed.

As soon as the bell rang, the two of them disappeared. On Ling Yu's desk, a cartoon portrait of the math teacher was left, with simple lines but lifelike.

The round-faced girl reached over and picked up the piece of paper. Her white hands trembled slightly, and suddenly her eyes were filled with little stars. She murmured: "The Lord of the Demon Realm City, could it be him? The style of painting looks really similar.

"Her fair face turned rosy with excitement.

The girl with gold-rimmed glasses also leaned over and looked at the piece of paper in her companion's hand in surprise: "What, you said he is the 'Lord of the Demon City'? Impossible."

The round-faced girl chuckled, clasped the piece of paper to her chest, blinked her big black glasses, and said softly to the girl with gold-rimmed glasses: "I think they really look alike. Compared with the photo, they look alike."

He's handsome enough, but a bit dark, and his painting style, I've been reading the comics of 'Lord of the Demon City' for more than three years, and the characters he draws are capable and individual, how could I admit that he was wrong?"

"Let me see!" said the girl with gold-rimmed glasses, reaching out her white hand to snatch the piece of paper from the round-faced girl's chest. The round-faced girl winked at her, then pretended to be nonchalant, and drew a

Holding the paper in one hand and holding the gold-rimmed glasses girl with the other, she walked out of the classroom.

"Fan Hong, let me see if it's him." The girl with gold-rimmed glasses said softly as she walked.

Fan Hong, a girl with a round face, turned her head while walking and stood with one hand in front of her red lips, saying softly: "Lu Na, please keep your voice down." The two of them quickly came to the corner of the unoccupied balcony, and Fan Hong

His two big eyes looked around and slowly unfolded the paper.

Lu Na, a girl with glasses, was shocked: "This style is really familiar."

Fan Hong patted her on the shoulder with a complacency and said, "How about it? You can't be wrong. Who in the entire Jiutian Empire can draw such a cartoon?"

Lu Na adjusted her glasses, looked at the piece of paper and nodded.

Fan Hong grabbed the piece of paper and put it away carefully: "This is the manuscript of the 'Lord of the Demon City'."

Lu Na smiled slightly and said: "Okay, your idol, I will go find him and draw another one."

Fan Hong was startled, and then said softly: "Although I'm not sure, if it's true, he came to our class under the pseudonym Zhang Erzhu. There must be something hidden. Don't expose it, otherwise, he might leave again."

Lu Na was startled, then she tapped her fair chin lightly, smiled softly and said, "Well, if you don't give me a picture, I'll expose him!"
Chapter completed!