Who can I compete with?

In the past two days, An Yanyu played until late and went to bed, from going to bed at ten o'clock at the beginning, to one or two o'clock now, and sometimes sitting in front of the computer in a daze at three o'clock.

Therefore, she has to rush to the classroom early to correct her homework every day with dark circles under her eyes, as if she has returned to her high school days, and she is busy going to the classroom every morning to catch up with her homework. Slowly, she got used to this kind of life and even enjoyed it.

Her rank has also been promoted from gold five to gold one, every time she thinks of being promoted to platinum, An Yanyu will always be impatient, in the game her little girl's mentality completely exploded, vaguely, she and Fang Yan are no longer the relationship between teachers and students, more like a pair of friends who talk about everything in the game.

On the third morning, Fang Yan rushed to the classroom as usual and helped An Yanyu buy an extra breakfast.

As soon as he walked into the classroom, Fang Yan sensed that something was wrong, An Yanyu did not greet him as before, but curled up in the corner, hugging her knees and crying with red eyes. The corrected homework was scattered all over the place, and seeing the dialect coming to the classroom, An Yanyu was like a frightened rabbit, and wiped away the tears on her face in a panic.

"You're here?" An

Yanyu tried to pull away a smile, but it was more ugly than crying.

Fang Yan put it on the table early and asked, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

An Yanyu shook her head, squatted on the ground to pick up her homework, and continued to correct without saying a word, but tears kept rolling down her cheeks. Fang Yan opened his mouth, wanting to say happy birthday, and in the past few days of game conversation, he learned that An Yanyu was about to have a birthday. Except for An Yanyu's friends, only dialects are known in the entire ninth class.

Speaking out is equivalent to telling An Yanyu that the person in the game who is in the double row with you is me. Influenced by his family, Fang Yan didn't like to be noticed by others since he was a child, he preferred to live without anyone paying attention, like air, free, and no longer have to worry about the debt collector suddenly appearing in front of their father and son one day.

During class, An Yanyu often wanders in lectures, and after a while, sharp-eyed classmates will find that her eyes are red.

Fang Yan shook his head and looked at Gao Feng's seat, he had taken sick leave after losing to Class 1 in a class game two days ago, and no one cared about whether it was true or not. And whether they knelt out of the e-sports Internet café as promised that night, he didn't ask much.

After the morning class, looking at An Yanyu's back as she left the classroom, she was a little sad and lost, and the class exploded, and many students talked about it.

"What's wrong with Teacher An? Why do you keep crying today, damn, I can't stand it, as if I held her in my arms and comforted her.

Two days ago, Teacher An's appearance was wrong, and that day I went to the office to look for her, and found her squatting on the ground crying alone. The

curious classmates began to dig out the old bottom of An Yanyu.

Some well-informed classmates explained: "You don't know this, right? Teacher An's family used to be quite rich, and she was still the major shareholder of No. 3 Middle School, it seems that because her father was in the business of someone once, all the money was cheated away, and the family went bankrupt overnight and owed a lot of foreign debts, and her father couldn't stand the stimulation and jumped off the building to commit suicide." "

It's true that no one can withstand a sudden blow, and it's normal for a nervous breakdown to have a mental breakdown.

Some students were skeptical of this statement.

The man continued to explain: "You don't care how I know, in short, it won't be wrong, my mother works in Teacher An's company. Also, Mr. An's boyfriend who has been around for several years broke up with her because of this incident. I am a woman, I understand Teacher An's feelings, if one day in the future, the two closest people leave me, maybe my reaction will be even more intense than Teacher An. The

class fell silent.

In all fairness, although Mr. An was very harsh on his classmates during class, the relationship between the two parties after school was more like friends, bragging in the group together, organizing competitions, and many students accepted this homeroom teacher who had just been teaching from the bottom of their hearts.

In short, she is a very peculiar teacher with a charm that is impossible to refuse.

"Yes, my phone was left in the classroom after school last night, I rushed back to get it, guess what? I saw Teacher An sitting alone in the classroom crying and laughing, looking very pitiful. I didn't even dare to go in and get my phone and ran away. Fang

Yan pursed his mouth, An Yanyu was good to herself, but unfortunately she couldn't do anything in this regard.

No one knows An Yanyu better than Fang Yan, she is actually a little girl, often hiding under the defense tower in qualifying matches and talking to Fang Yan about the big demon king and Wxiao, causing many teammates to complain that she is a big pit, or you don't know that you think it's revenge on society. At first, Fang Yan thought that she just liked the Great Demon King and Wxiao, but later he learned that An Yanyu's love for the two of them had reached the point of chasing stars.

But all the videos related to the big demon Wxiao, she looked for them all, and her biggest wish was to watch a live match of the big demon king, and if she could, ask the big demon king for an autograph.

As for Wxiao, in An Yuyan's mouth, he is very mysterious, and at the same time even more adoring.

The appearance of a slump in the past two days is distressing.

After thinking about it, Fang Yan, who was sitting in the corner, said, "It's Teacher An's birthday on a good day."

Class 9, who was still talking about this a second ago, instantly fell silent, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Fang Yan, doubts, curiosity, and stunned eyes intertwined. Teacher An doesn't like to talk about her own private affairs, such as birthdays, which are extremely private, she usually doesn't tell her students, why does Fang Yan know?

Fang Yan didn't say much, he was just responsible for telling Class 9 classmates Teacher An's birthday, what would they do? This has nothing to do with him.

"Hmph, you still have the face to say, a class of lackeys, don't think you can play a Delevingne and take yourself seriously. "

Some people are competing with each other, scolding the dialect without any scruples, and the fact that the dialect gang won the ninth class a few nights ago has been well known. The status of dialects in Class 9 has plummeted, and now everyone in Class 9 is worried about it.

Fang Yan had long expected this outcome, and listening to all kinds of harsh insults, he didn't even have the heart to return the favor.

Suddenly, a girl walked up to Fang Yan, she was Su Yu, Fang Yan's previous tablemate, she threw out a few hundred yuan in her hand, looked at Fang Yan condescendingly, and sneered: "Fang Yan, don't think I don't know why you help a class of people play a game." Song Xiaonuan looked at how much money you stuffed in your pocket that night?"

Fang Yan looked at the hundreds of dollars that were thrown on the table, and his face gradually became gloomy.

"A few days ago, I just looked down on you, thinking that you were just a left-behind child from out of town, and to put it bluntly, I didn't let you be next to me because I was afraid that you would steal my things. But now, I'm starting to hate you, as a member of Class 9, I don't have any sense of honor at all, so I turn around and help the people of Class I. The

class looked at Fang Yan with malicious eyes, and several hot-tempered male gods rolled up their sleeves, ready to rush over and make a big move.

"Isn't it just money? Here you go, take it and go find a class of dogs, people are divided into groups and things are gathered by like, there is really no deception, dogs can only live with dogs." A

few words, snarky, without saving a little face.

Under the gaze of the people of Class 9, Fang Yan stood up from his seat in silence, picked up a few hundred yuan on the table, clenched it tightly in his hand, and laughed at himself: "Are you insulting me? Class 9? From the first day I transferred to Class 9, who regarded me as a member of Class 9?"

When you moved my desk to the trash can without permission, did you treat

me as a member of Class 9?" At the end, Fang Yan looked around at everyone and asked, "You don't think of me as a member of Class 9, why should I think of myself as a member of Class 9?" It was you who excluded me from the collective of Class 9 at the beginning, since I am not a member of Class 9, why can't I help Class 1 to fight Class 9?"

Yes, I already looked down on the interpolation student in front of me in my heart, and I never regarded him as a person from Class 9 in my heart.

"So, don't stand on the high ground and point fingers at me, you're not qualified yet. I really didn't pay attention to this amount of money, and if you do this, it will only make me hate Class 9 even more.

Fang Yan threw the money in his hand to the ground and turned back to his seat.

Su Yu gritted his teeth, and finally shouted with red eyes: "Fang Yan, you bastard."

Then, without looking back, he ran out of the classroom.

After this time, the relationship between Fang Yan and Class 9 completely sank to the bottom, and the faces of both sides were torn, and Fang Yan knew that it was impossible for him to study in Class 9. It's just that he is afraid that his father will know that this man who has resisted the catastrophe for ten years can no longer stand the slightest stimulation.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yan packed up his desk and prepared to leave Class Nine, as for where to go next, he didn't know, he could only take one step at a time.

", go find a class of dogs. Someone

pushed the dialect in the back, but the latter was silent all the time, and his face was extremely calm, so that people could not see the slightest change.

When Fang Yan was about to leave the classroom, several figures blocked the door of the classroom, weren't they the Gao Feng and the camels who had taken a few days of sick leave after losing the game? Su Yu, whose eyes were red, stood behind Gao Feng and them, looking at Fang Yan coldly.

"Why, do you think Class Nine is your home, come and go if you want, have you asked me?"

The camels surrounded the dialect, looking back and forth on them with ill-intentioned eyes.

Fang Yan smiled: "What? Do you mean I can't get out of the classroom door today? Can you stop me?"

he pushed away the people and was about to leave down the hallway.

A sentence came from behind, which made Fang Yan's footsteps freeze, and a crazy look appeared in his calm eyes.