In the dimly lit attic, when Zhao Yan finished writing Chapter 7, he found that it was already past three in the morning and his whole head felt muddy. Today, no! It should be said that it was yesterday. He got up at around four in the morning to write the beginning of "Full Moon Scimitar". Today he wrote until around three in the morning. No matter how good his physique was, he would feel weak.

Although he was tired, Zhao Yan grinned and smiled silently. It feels so good to have a goal!

He covered his palms on his face and rubbed it hard to make himself awake. Zhao Yan took out his cell phone from his schoolbag and copied all the manuscripts to his cell phone. He planned to go to school today to show Fan Long and the others. At present, Fan Long and the others are his only book fans! They cannot be disappointed.

After getting the copy, closing the document, and closing the computer, Zhao Yan climbed onto the bed with his eyes blindfolded.

Maybe he was too tired, he didn't dream anymore that night.

I slept well all night and was woken up by my mother the next morning.

"A Yan! A Yan!"

Zhao Yan opened one eye in a daze and saw his mother shaking his body with one hand. His mother's face, which was surrounded by an apron, was full of worry.

"Mom! Let me sleep for a while! It's so sleepy!" Zhao Yan said in a daze.

"A Yan, what's wrong with you? You're almost late to school! Why are you still so sleepy today? When did you write something last night? "

Last night, he noticed that Zhao Yan was abnormally not doing boxing. Wu Yiping went upstairs with a worried coat and took a look. When she saw Zhao Yan writing something to the computer, she felt relieved to go downstairs to sleep.

"It's almost late?"

Zhao Yan turned his head and looked out the window, and found that it was already bright outside. For a moment, Zhao Yan didn't want to go to school to attend classes. Anyway, even if he was in the college entrance examination, he had no hope of getting into college.

But thinking that there were Fan Long, Ji Yichun, Lou Wenhao and others in the school, and Xiao Mengyue... Zhao Yan gave up this idea again.

It's only the last two months, so let's go! Look at her a few more times and get a diploma by the way. After three years in high school, I won't be able to get a diploma until the end.

"A Yan! Have you heard what Mom just said?"

Seeing that Zhao Yan didn't reply, Wu Yiping asked again anxiously, and the breakfast shop downstairs was waiting for her to do it!

Zhao Yan smiled at his mother and said, "Mom! I'll get up now! Go and do your business! I'll get down right away!"

As he said that, Zhao Yan immediately lifted the thin quilt and got up from the bed.

"It's good that you're fine! Hurry up! Aaron should be coming soon!"

Seeing that his son got up without any trouble, Wu Yiping stretched her eyebrows and said a few words to her, then went downstairs to work hard.

...

When Zhao Yan came down from the upper floor, Fan Long was already having breakfast there based on a table. When he saw Zhao Yan rubbing his eyes, he was carelessly going downstairs. He gave him a look of contempt and raised his middle finger.

Fan Long: "Laggy Demon King!"

Zhao Yan smiled indifferently, and with a middle finger, he walked to the closet and squeezed toothpaste to brush his teeth and wash his face.

He got up late today. My younger sister had finished washing up and sat on the side of the road with a small stool. She held a comb in one hand and a small mirror in the other hand, and combing her hair alone with a sad face.

This girl's hair is slightly yellow and thin. It is basically difficult to comb her hair every morning when she wakes up. She is half-combed and half-tight every time she combs her hair, and it will hurt the root of her hair if she is not careful.

Seeing Zhao Yan coming out to brush his teeth, the younger sister habitually rolled her eyes, but Zhao Yan didn't care.

After yesterday, Zhao Yan has matured a lot. Although he still doesn't change much on the surface, he will definitely not be happy about bullying his younger sister in the future.

When Zhao Yan finished washing and walked to Fan Long, and picked up the small bag left by his elder sister to stuff it into his mouth, Fan Long laughed and leaned close to Zhao Yan and whispered: "A Yan! Which chapter did you write last night? Where was the manuscript? Give me the manuscript first! Otherwise, when you arrive at the school, A Chun and the others will definitely grab it with me! Come on! Give it to me quickly! Hehe!"

Zhao Yan looked at him lazily, and his lips curled: "You seemed to have raised your middle finger with me just now, right? That middle finger was so sexy! Brother Yan wants to look at it again, can you satisfy Brother Yan?"

Fan Long: "Ah? Is there? Is there? No! Ayan! Hehe! Ayan should not be so stingy! I was wrong! Isn't it okay if I was wrong? I promise not to point the middle finger to you again in the future! Where is the manuscript? Give me the manuscript quickly!"

Zhao Yan chuckled lazily, swept his eyes to the table, and found that the only cup of soy milk on the table had been half drunk by Fan Long, so he curled his lips and said, "Xiaolongbao should be paired with soy milk! No soy milk...ah!"

Fan Long: "I'll get it for you! Ayan! I'll get it for you!"

Fan Long said like a terrifying thing, and quickly brought soy milk for Zhao Yan, and helped Zhao Yan insert the straw and hand it to Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan took a sip with satisfaction, picked up a fragrant small bag and put it in his mouth. Then he smiled casually, took out his cell phone from his pocket and put it in front of Fan Long.

In fact, Fan Long saw Zhao Yan's cell phone in his pocket just now when he was brushing his teeth. Otherwise, if the cell phone was not on Zhao Yan, it would definitely be in the attic. With his relationship with Zhao Yan, he would not have to ask Zhao Yan at all. He could run to the attic to search and grab it.

...

Because Zhao Yan got up late today, when the two of them arrived at the school on bicycles and walked to the door of the classroom, they were already more than ten minutes late. Tang Feng, who did not come to the classroom during the morning self-study yesterday, was already slowly patrolling the classroom with his hands on his back.

Seeing that the head teacher was already here, Zhao Yan and Fan Long, who had just walked to the door of the classroom, both of them changed their faces. They were called to the office yesterday by Tang Feng to clean up, and they were both late again this morning. At this critical period of the college entrance examination, there is no need to think about it and know that Tang Feng will not let them go easily.

When Zhao Yan and Fan Long saw Tang Feng, Tang Feng was facing the door, and Zhao Yan and Fan Long happened to meet Tang Feng's cold eyes.

Tang Feng, who was still pacing slowly, stopped and looked at Zhao Yan and Fan Long at the door with his hands slightly raised his face and coldly.

The classroom was originally a loud sound of reading. As Zhao Yan and Fan Long appeared at the door of the classroom and the abnormality of the head teacher Tang Feng, the reading sound of reading in the classroom quickly became smaller and gradually disappeared.

Other classes nearby had the sound of reading, but Class 3, Grade 3, fell into a strange silence, with dozens of eyes looking at the two unlucky guys at the door with different expressions.

If Tang Feng hadn't seen them at the first time, Zhao Yan and Fan Long could still escape quietly, but now there is nowhere to escape.

"Zhao Yan! Fan Long!"

Before Zhao Yan and Fan Long could figure out how to explain the reason for their lateness to Tang Feng, Tang Feng's cold voice had already come.

"Zhao Yan! I confiscated the novel you read in class the day before yesterday and said that you will never be the second in Long Yin. Are you very dissatisfied? I heard that you wrote a yellow novel yesterday and brought it to Fan Long and the others for reading it! Where is your yellow novel? Take it over and show it to me!"

As soon as the head teacher Tang Feng said this, a few sneers sounded in the classroom. Ji Yichun, Lou Wenhao and others who had read Zhao Yan's book "The Moon Scimitar" in the back of the classroom either looked angry or lowered their heads silently, not daring to face the various gazes that came over in the class.

Fan Long's mouth opened slightly and was shocked. He had never expected that this would happen if he came here early this morning.

Zhao Yan's face also changed. His lazy body suddenly became straightened. His eyes, which were originally inactive because of staying up late, suddenly became sharper. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his bad eyes swept across the faces of several suspicious people in the class one by one.

(Thanks to TimQi, Li Jia Bai Ding for rewarding 100 points, and JingK for rewarding 588 points. This is the additional update that I promised to storm yesterday. Please check it!)
Chapter completed!