Rebirth of the National Male God: Master Quan, Fancy Favorite

"Prince Qu, are you here? Why didn't you play at home for two more days?"

A boy with a face as white as paper kicked open the door of the classroom. When he saw Qu Yizhao, he was obviously taken aback, then laughed and mocked.

The boy's gray hair has a little bit of dark blue in it, and his school uniform is just casually draped over his shoulders, making him look chic and rebellious.

But what attracted the most attention was his voice, which was hoarse and slightly sharp, making one's scalp tingle.

Qu Yizhao raised his head, looked at the young man, and said coldly: "If you want to learn how to call a duck, go to the pond to find your kind, don't bother me."

Glancing at the other party with displeasure, Qu Yizhao continued to immerse himself in the ocean of joy of learning.

"you!"

Qu Yizhao's indifferent words almost made Cheng Mu's nose crooked.

Cheng Mu glanced at Qu Yizhao twice, then walked over in three steps at a time, aggressively.

Wan Yuqu stared at Cheng Mu, if Cheng Mu dared to do anything to Qu Yizhao, he would strike first.

Cheng Mu snatched Qu Yizhao's textbook, and said triumphantly, "I said, no matter how you look at a blank book, you won't be able to see the tricks."

Just when Cheng Mu was about to continue mocking Qu Yizhao, Qu Yizhao stood up.

Grasping Cheng Mu's arm with his left hand, at the same time, his body quickly leaned forward to get close to the opponent's body, his legs slightly bent, and his waist exerted force. In an instant, he fell over his shoulder and threw the opponent to the ground.

Cheng Mu was lying on the ground blankly, his legs were still hanging on a table on the ground.

Qu Yizhao picked up the book on the floor, returned to his seat and continued to read the book quietly.

"You...you dare to throw me? Alright, Qu Yizhao, you look so good! Just wait for me!"

Cheng Mu got up and roared at Qu Yichao with a ferocious face.

"One more word and I'll throw you out."

Cheng Mu's roar and scream disturbed Qu Yizhen, she raised her eyes and looked at him coldly, and said with a cold handsome face.

Cheng Mu was frightened by Qu Yizhao's cold and bloodthirsty eyes. He felt the God of Death waving the death scythe above his head, and his heart contracted bit by bit.

The cold suffocation gradually disappeared with Qu Yizhao's words.

Cheng Mu stood blankly in front of Qu Yizhao, feeling that he couldn't see the rebellious young man in front of him clearly.

The fear of death had just passed, Cheng Mu naturally didn't want to experience it again, he stiffened his body, and returned to his seat with hands and feet.

Cheng Mu touched his soaked shirt, brushed his gray hair again, panting heavily.

Damn it, Cheng Mu suspected that he was alive. How could he be Qu Yizhao?

How could Qu Yizhao be so domineering, so calm and indifferent? Impossible, how is this possible? !

Wan Yuqu, who was sitting by the side, was also a little surprised. Is this still Qu Yichao? It would not be an exaggeration to say that the difference between these is huge.

Rubbing between his brows, Qu Yizhao put down the textbook in his hand and began to move his finger joints.

In half an hour, I almost passed the Chinese and English. Although I didn't speak word for word, there was not much difference.

While moving his wrist and fingers, Qu Yizhao began to relax his brain.

First of all, he declared himself to be a boy. Secondly, the family he belongs to has a prominent family background, and moreover, someone wants to harm him.

Exclude people from the generation of parents and grandparents, that is to say, the other party may be of the same generation, or it may be of the generation of uncles and aunts.

But the biggest possibility is the people who get along with me day and night, that is, classmates.

Interesting, Qu Yizhao tapped the corners of his lips, full of evil spirits.