When Fang Chang and Hanwei came out, the whole class surrounded him and looked over motionlessly. This feeling of being watched was not good.

Fang Chang wanted to insert it into his classmate when he found Zhou Qing's location.

But he was grabbed by Han Wei who came out from behind, and Han Wei whispered to him: "Let's learn to accept the awards and learn to enjoy them. Maybe you don't like it, but it's not just for your own. You are already in the secondary class, and the rewards others give you are also rewards to the class. The glory given to you will also shine on our classmates. The cohesion of the class does not come from low-key."

Han Wei stood up in one step, held her head upright, and looked down at her classmates. A sense of uneven self-righteousness emanated from her body. This is probably the aura developed by the family's children since childhood. They can treat it calmly in the face of any environment. This is often inferior to that. However, although heartless people like him will not exude the aura of the superior, he is calm and stands beside Han Wei like a harmless little transparent person.

Applause began to sound from Deng Guocong's position. The applause would be conveyed, with joy, annoyance, and reluctance. Ouyang Junyi was also among the crowd, but his expression was quite calm and calm, and he could not see the sadness and joy. In this position, Fang Chang saw everyone's expressions at this moment, and could not say hesitate or proud.

Deng Guocong asked Hanwei to speak first.

Han Wei prepared for a while, then took a sip of water and started talking, "From today, I will be the class leader of Class 3. In the next three years, I will be responsible for leading this class and leading everyone. We will participate in the monthly exam, participate in the joint exam, and participate in various trials and assessments. Our Class 3 is a group and a big family. Each of you is an indispensable and important force in our Class 3. I cannot guarantee how far you can take you. Without practical actions, speak big words, and promise everyone will do it, but what I want to tell you is... My goal is not to fight between classes, nor to fight among the three universities in the town. I have only one goal, that is, to lead everyone - the battle plane!!!"

"good!!"

"good!!!!"

Another thunderous sound.

The following words Hanwei finished in a brief three minutes. The main purpose is to enhance team cohesion and hope that everyone will not be jealous of each other’s content.

After Fang Changzai's turn, Fang Changzai really didn't know what to say, and they pushed it to the podium in a few strokes.

"Uh...what am I going to say?"

Fang Chang touched his head awkwardly and instantly started to laugh off the court.

Fang Chang coughed twice, cleared his throat, and looked at so many classmates below, some wanted to laugh at him, but some asked him to continue with encouragement.

"I am just an ordinary person. I don't have family support like Hanwei and Ouyang. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, I shouldn't stand here at all. I don't know how to say the big truth. I don't have Hanwei's vision. My purpose when I first entered school was very clear. I don't do it for everyone, not for honor, I do it for myself, and my family. I want to practice well, and after graduation in the future, I can find a job with a high salary and high social status so that my family can live a dignified and free life. I think there are many people here like me, who have no great ideals, great ambitions, and no ambitions to worry about the country and the people."

"I'm not trying to teach you something, but I just want to say something. Life is full of surprises and opportunities, and the future is full of uncertainty. So we must seize the present and be ourselves well. Do our best to have a clear conscience."

......

"What a pity, you are ranked fifth this time and you can only get one credit."

Fang Chang said regretfully.

"I'm already very satisfied. Originally, my strength couldn't even get into the top ten." Zhou Qing said.

To celebrate today's victory, Fang Changzai and Zhou Qing came to the barbecue street stall that Fang Chang usually likes to eat.

Although this kind of roadside stall looks not clean, it is cheap and the heat is well controlled. The taste of the skewers is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. With the secret seasoning powder, it is full of color, fragrance and flavor. From ten o'clock here, there are people everywhere, and you have to queue up to eat skewers.

Fang Chang used to like to buy a skewer or two after school, and eat while walking, let alone be so happy.

They came early this time, so there weren't many people. After saying hello to the boss, Fang Chang almost ordered all kinds of strings on his stall. He remembered that he was short of money in the past and had to consider what he wanted to eat before making a difficult decision. Now he was really moved when he thought about it. It was indeed different to have money...

Fang Chang remembered that when he was young, he brought him here. At first, he felt that it was unhygienic and even wanted to sit down. But later he smelled the smell of meat and saw the boss's fire control technique, he was completely fascinated by this place. At that time, he also said to Fang Chang Le that his future dream was to contract the stall here and take whatever he wanted to eat, without thinking about how much money there was in his pocket.

Ten skewers of lamb skewers, ten skewers of squid, five skewers of chicken wings, three eggplants, two corn...

Fang Changzai ordered a full table, and only cost 79 yuan. This was probably something Fang Changzai didn't dare to think about before. More than forty meals were a very luxurious thing for Fang Changzai. In the past, Fang Changzai saved a week or two weeks, saving more than ten yuan to come here to enjoy his mouth. He didn't dare to go more every time, and he had to count how much money each string would cost and was careful.

After eating at around seven o'clock, they were about to leave. But suddenly, a group of gangsters who were dressed in strange clothes came up, kicked over a row of tables in front of them, and even lifted up the oven, throwing out all the grilled skewers on it. Because Fang Chang was getting close, the grilled skewers and some sauces on it spilled over. However, Fang Chang was moving quickly and kicked the bench at his feet. As the bench broke the skewers and sauces, he hit a gangster in the lead.

These gangsters, that is, the young people in the society that Fang Chang said, are legitimate gangsters, forming a small team in groups of three or five, bullying others everywhere, and saying that they are social debris. However, these gangsters are found in every place, which makes the social atmosphere bad. As for the Spark Gang, they do not strictly belong to this category. The Spark Gang is a complete terrorist.

"Little devil! You want to die!!"

The gangster in the lead held a machete and cut off the bench that fell to the ground with one knife.

The two behind him also pointed at Fang Changzai with machetes, looking extremely arrogant.

Fang Chang had an unreasonable anger towards the young people in society. He hated the young people in society more than the man in black from the Starfire Gang.

"No!! Several elder brothers come to me if they have something to do. They are all children and don't know anything." The boss ran out immediately, protecting Fang Chang behind them with his hands, constantly swaying backwards, suggesting that they run quickly. Fang Chang saw the boss's red marks scalded by the skewers, which must have been just burned.

When the boss saw that they didn't run away, he said anxiously: "You guys run quickly! The bones in the lead have recently broken through to the third level of Qi Condensation, run quickly!!"

"Run? Can you run away?"

With a move of bone material, the earth thorn shot up behind them.

The boss was anxious to take action, and the flames covered his hands and rushed towards the bones. However, the two little brothers behind the bones had already been prepared. One golden shield blocked the front of the bones, and the other kicked the boss to the ground.

The bone material thought that he could see the scene of flesh and blood being penetrated, but there was no bone spurs, so it should be said that they were exploded in advance.

Zhou Qing took off the earth thorn in advance with a fireball. Zhou Qing looked innocent. Not to mention that the casting time was slow, the earth thorn brewed for a long time, and the power was just... Alas...

"It is natural to pay back the debt. If you dare to help him, our Feilong brother will definitely not let you go."

The bones were sweating from cold sweat, but they still straightened their waists very hard.

"Brother Feilong?" Fang Changzai frowned. He actually found it difficult to understand why this group of scum survived until now. He did nothing to do anything about the consequences. He would hurt people if he said he would hurt people. Aren't they afraid of being caught? He would have to squat for several years. If he killed someone by mistake, their lives would be ruined. But maybe they would have been ruined.

Fang Chang approached with a flash, punched Bone's abdomen, knocking him away and rolling to the ground.

The other two were beaten to the ground by a few strokes, and their hands were broken.

"Get out!" Fang Chang kicked them away.

The boss was helped up by him, but the boss was not happy with any joy of being rescued, but was full of frowning.

Zhou Qing asked, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"It's all my bastard son who messed with it..."

It turns out that the boss's son is addicted to gambling, and the gambler is quite terrible. He always feels that his failure is due to luck. This time he lost is just a bad luck. Last time he won the money. He can win back as long as he gives him the capital. If he loses, he will blame his luck again. He will find money and then gamble, and the family will be ruined.

The boss's son lost all his savings and owed him 100,000 yuan. The boss was so breathless that he paid the interest.

Although these black forces are hateful, gamblers are even more hateful.

The boss had thought about leaving it, but once he left, he was unfamiliar with the place, and he was older, so it was not easy to find a job, the house was here, and the relatives were here, so where were he going?

The money is not clean, and the future is not visible. The boss is in his fifties, and tears are flowing out when he talks. It’s not that he didn’t think about killing those gangsters, but he is old and has lost his blood. Besides controlling fire, he forgot all other tricks and lost before he even beats him.

Besides, murder is illegal, and the boss is still a good citizen who abides by the law before he has to.

Fang Changzai actually didn't think about this matter. He had no obligation to help the boss, but if they just left like this, the group of gangsters who were beaten away would definitely throw the fire on the boss.
Chapter completed!