MTL - Magic Love Ring-Chapter 1 Ascension Ring

"Is Song Yun? Xue Xueyou, please come with us!" Song Yang just walked out of the classroom, and the two tall boys approached him, heading proudly to him.

Song Yi was a little surprised that the so-called Xue Shao should be one of the four major evils in the school. He didn't seem to have any contact with him. How did he find himself?

"Worry something, hurry up!" Seeing him in a bun, one of the boys pushed him dissatisfied.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Song Yan nodded, just like Wenuo Nuo, followed behind the two tall boys.

In the grove near the school playground, a boy with long hair stuck his hands in his trouser pockets, standing with his back to Song Ye, and the two students who sandwiched Song Ye respectfully said to him: "Xue Shao, we Bring this kid. "

The long-haired boy turned slowly, his eyes were slightly sharp, and there was a little arrogance in his eyebrows. Suddenly, a hint of playfulness appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his index finger and ticked him: "Song Ye, know why I called you Is it here? "

Song Kun shook his head in doubt: "I don't know."

Xue Yuancheng's mouth was more playful: "Slap yourself two, and I'll tell you what happened."

Wen Yan said that Song Ye's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of chill in his eyes. He has always been a low-key person in school, which does not mean that he can be bullied.

"Xue Shao, I ask myself that I haven't offended you, have you done this too much?"

"How about too much?" Xue Yuancheng shrugged off his lips: "Just like you, you can kill a blockbuster with one less finger. Just now you slap your eyes twice. Now, you have changed your mind and kneel. Slaps in the face with a slap in the face are a reward to you. "

Song Yan stood still without moving, but his eyes flashed with anger, this Xue Yuancheng was simply bullying too much.

"Mom, Xue Shao made you kneel down and still stand up!" One of Xue Yuancheng's classmates scolded and kicked Song Qian's calf, intending to kick him to the ground.

Fed up!

Song was furious, took a step forward, avoided the attack of the opponent, and stared coldly at him: "Don't force me!"

"Oh! Dare to hide, dare to be very fat!" Wang Fei said in a torture, and rushed towards Song Ye, raising his hand and throwing it over.

Xue Yuancheng put his hands back in his pants pockets and looked at the scene with a smile. His two followers were both good fights. Since Song Yi's kid didn't know anything, he made him suffer a lot.

In addition, the follower also stood still without moving. In his opinion, Wang Fei was more than enough to deal with Song Yan.

Seeing that Wang Fei's palm was about to fall on Song Ye's cheek, suddenly, Song Ye took a step back, avoiding Wang Fei's palm, and then he threw out a slap straight and hit the other person's cheek.

"Snapped!"

A crisp and clean slap sounded, and then Wang Feiyu took a few steps back and stared at Song Ye with unbelievable eyes. He did not expect that Song Ye not only dared to fight back, but also gave him a fierce fight. hand.

The hot pain on his cheek made him angry and angry, and his eyes were faintly red: "Miscellaneous, I want to kill you!"

So Wang Fei growled and rushed towards Song Yong again, waving his right arm, and went straight to Song Yong's cheek.

Seeing this, Song Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he kicked out suddenly.

"boom!"

Wang Fei, who was kicked in the lower abdomen, flew in response and fell two meters away.

"Waste, even a poor girl can't clean up, you two go together!" Xue Yuancheng sighed coldly.

The other classmate raised Fei Wang, stared at Song Yan with a poor expression, and rushed to him left and right.

One punch hit Song Yong's cheek, but the other kick kicked fiercely between his legs.

"court death!"

Song Yan drank lightly, flew out, and went straight between the two, his two arms flying out like two whip.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two boys who were hit in the chest by his arms slumped back, then fell on the bottom with one butt, stroking his chest, feeling a bit out of breath, and looked at Song Yan with a little more fear.

Song Zheng turned his head, staring coldly at Xue Yuancheng, who was slightly panicked, and walked towards him.

"Stop, don't come over!" Xue Yuancheng shouted.

However, Song Zheng ignored it. Then, he walked in front of Xue Yuancheng, stretched out his hand, clasped his neck, threw out two slaps, and made Xue Yuancheng's face crackle.

Letting go of Xue Yuancheng, Song Yan quit two steps, stared at him and asked, "Why do you bother me?"

"Dare you hit me! Do you know who I am?" Xue Yuancheng didn't answer Song Yan, but stared at him bitterly.

Suddenly, Song Xuan stepped forward, clasped Xue Yuancheng's neck again, and gave him a few slaps, bowing left and right, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, he asked, "Xue Yuancheng, don't challenge my patience and say, why did you find me trouble!"

When contacted with Song Yan's beast-like eyes, Xue Yuancheng couldn't help expressing a sense of fear: "Yes ... because of Xiang Feifei!"

Hearing this name, Song Xuan looked slightly stunned, but did not expect Xue Yuancheng to start on behalf of Feifei, and could not help flashing in his mind a pure white woman wearing a white dress.

Xiang Feifei, the temperament girl school flower of Shengye Middle School, she is an art candidate and rarely comes to school. Even so, there are many boys who admire her.

Song Yong still remembered that at the New Year's Eve party at Shengye Middle School last year, she played a guzheng in a white coat to Feifei. The elegant and cold appearance was almost like a fairy walking out of the painting. That night, she almost conquered Everyone present also impressed him extremely deeply.

Going downstairs yesterday, he accidentally knocked down to Feifei. It seems Xue Yuancheng is doing this for Feifei.

"Did you come to Fifi?" His Majesty Song looked at Xue Yuancheng and asked.

"No, no, I came by myself. Xiang Feifei didn't know about it."

Song Yan laughed and released Xue Yuancheng: "Remember, don't provoke me in the future!"

After speaking, Song Xun turned away and Xue Yuancheng was a rich second-generation, so he gathered a group of students around him, but he did not take him to heart.

Looking at the arrogant Song Ye, Xue Yuancheng almost bit his own teeth.

Shengye Middle School, Grades 3-9.

Yan Weimin, the class teacher, walked into the classroom with anger and placed the textbooks on the lecture table. The atmosphere in the classroom became tense.

Yan Weimin's eyes fell on the last row of the classroom. A tall boy who was sleeping on the desk, his anger could no longer be suppressed, and said coldly:

"Song Yan, stand up!"

Song Yan stood up from his seat, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and stared blankly at Yan Weimin: "Mr. Yan, what are you doing?"

Seeing Song Ye ’s appearance, Yan Weimin could n’t help but get angry and shouted: “I still want to ask you what ’s going on, why are you fighting, and the teachers in the third class have come to your door. The whole class is on its hind legs, and now it is destroying the reputation of the class. I think you are becoming more and more incurable. "

When Song Yan heard it, he suddenly realized that Xue Yuancheng should find a teacher to sue, and he thought of Xue Yuancheng a little more.

"Song Ye!"

Yan Weimin's voice increased by a few decibels, and his eyes looked a little more unhealthy: "The last time I warned you, if you don't know repentance, I will definitely recommend to the principal to fire you."

"I see." Song Yan answered with his head down.

"Sit down." Seeing Song Jun's "Deadwood is not engravable" look, Yan Weimin couldn't help but have a deep aversion in his heart, and secretly decided that if this kid wasn't interested anymore, he must advise the principal Fire him.

"Yes."

When Song Yan regained his seat, he wanted to continue to sleep on his stomach, but after thinking about it, he should not touch Lao Yan's mold again.

On the podium, Yan Weimin once again talked about the importance of the college entrance examination, so that everyone must review it carefully and strive for a good university.

Song Yi, male, seventeen years old, one meter eighty two, a native of Xiangcheng City, studying at Shengye Middle School in Grade 3.9 and having a bad grade, was not pleased by the teacher, especially the class teacher Yan Weimin was particularly unpleasant to him.

His parents both died in a car accident when he was ten years old, and now lives in Uncle Song Shize's home. Uncle is currently the Deputy Director of the Xiangcheng City Education and Education Bureau and a deputy director.

It is precisely this way that the school can tolerate the existence of such poor students. Of course, he can enter the city such as Sheng Ye Middle School, and even in the middle schools that are more famous in Yanhuang State, the uncle did a lot.

Song Bo is grateful to the uncle. Without him, it would not be possible to enter Shengye Middle School with his bad middle school entrance examination score.

In terms of food and clothing, and even pocket money, Uncle has never treated him badly. It is for this reason that he has a low profile in school and does not want to cause more trouble to Uncle.

However, it is difficult for him to regard the uncle's family as his own, because there is a **** and aunt in the family.

When the uncle was at home, the uncle was always kind to him. Once the uncle was away, the other party became cold and beat him with sharp words from time to time. He was at the age when his eyes couldn't rub the sand. Aunt is very disgusted

Because of this, he chose to live on campus.

After school, Song Zheng put his schoolbag in the dormitory and walked towards the uncle's house alone.

Today is Friday. There is no class tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Yan Huangguo ’s Ministry of Education and Education has stated that schools must not take up weekends to make up lessons, and once found, they will impose huge fines.

Therefore, even if it is only three months away from the college entrance examination, the school will be closed on weekends.

In fact, Song Ye didn't want to go to Uncle's house, but Uncle strongly demanded that he was not good at rejecting Uncle's kindness.

The uncle lives in the high-end community of Zijingyuan. Yan Huangguo treats the civil servants very well. The uncle, the deputy director, has over a million yuan plus bonuses and benefits.

"Tuk Tuk."

Song Kun knocked on the door of the uncle's house.

Opening the door was a beautiful, tall girl with a beautiful figure, and found Song Ye standing outside the door, and the other turned away.

The girl is Song Xue, his cousin, who was only sixteen years old, but already over 1.75 meters tall. The typical model has a generous body. I have to say that the gene of the old Song family is very good. beautiful.

And Song Xue is also a student of Shengye Middle School, who is also a senior in high school. Compared with him, his grades are one day after another, leaving him far behind.

I don't know if it was affected by his auntie. Song Xue has always been very cold to his cousin. When he met him at school, he never greeted him. Even if he greeted him actively, Song Xue generally ignored him.

Song Yan changed his shoes, glanced in the living room, but found no uncle, so he asked, "Xiaoxue, uncle, haven't you finished work?"

"The unit is temporarily in trouble and will not return." Song Xue responded coldly.

"Oh." Song Yan answered, and wanted to turn his head and left. He was under pressure with the mother and daughter.

Ten minutes later, Song Ye held the bowl and drank his head silently while eating. Uncle Yang Yanli suddenly put down her chopsticks and asked, "Did Song Song fight with someone?"

"Um." Song Yan nodded sullenly. I didn't expect that Auntie also knew about it. Would it be Song Xue's case? Before school, he hit Xue Yuancheng and spread it at school.

"You are becoming more and more ridiculous. Do you know how much your uncle spent trying to send you to Holy Night? You can't save yourself snacks, don't discredit him?"

"Know, I won't be in the future." Song Yan said indignantly, but felt inexplicable in his heart.

After having dinner, Song Ye left the uncle's house unhappyly, and his ear was still echoing what his uncle taught him.

Walking on the way back to the dormitory, he was a little confused in his eyes. He didn't know where he was going in the future.

With his bad grades, even the worst junior college can't pass, but he knows that if he is willing to speak, even if it is difficult, Uncle will find a way to send him to a good university.

However, he didn't want to trouble the uncle anymore. At that time, the driver who had killed his parents escaped. Until now, he has not been arrested and brought to justice. Therefore, he has not received a penny of compensation. The cost of using clothes and going to school is uncle's money. Perhaps because of this, the uncle would hate him so much.

He didn't want to drag down Uncle anymore, let alone send him under the fence.

To be honest, he also wants to read the book well and get into a good university, but he is really not the material for reading. When he comes into contact with the knowledge in the textbook, he is dizzy.

"It would be great if I was a school domineer ... nothing, when the college entrance examination ends, I will go to another city to work and have the opportunity to repay the uncle's gratitude!" Song Yan secretly thought.

"Oh, who hit me!"

Suddenly, Song Yong felt that his head was hit by something, and then he heard a "ding", and a silver ring bounced from his head to the ground and rolled out a distance before stopping.

Bend to pick up the ring, Song Yi subconsciously looked around, here is relatively remote, and there are no other pedestrians, so where did this ring come from?

Does it fall from the sky?

The shape of the ring is very ordinary, it should be sterling silver, there is no other pattern on the interface, only an Arabic number "1".

But looking at the "1", Song Yan's spirit became stubborn, and a distant voice came from his ears: "The Galaxy Ring was successfully bound to the host Song Yan, and now it is activated ...!"

[Author's off-topic]: The new book is coming.

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