Chapter 1787

It turned out that the two of them ran in the front, suddenly stopped, and the people behind didn't know, so they hit it. As a result, it can be imagined that everyone fell and a dog bit the mud.

"Yi Ming, Yun Ping, why did you two guys suddenly stop?"

A student held his injured knee and wailed on the ground. He stared at Yi Ming and Yun Ping dissatisfied.

Yiming and Yunping are not feeling well. They are half lying on the ground with their knees bleeding.

"Didn't you hear the Dean calling us? Deaf?"

Yun Ping rubbed his bleeding knee and said discontentedly.

"The dean is calling you, not us. Why are you blocking our way?"

Another student jumped out. He pointed to the two, feeling sad and angry.

Originally, he thought he was about to escape from the dean's clutches. Then he thought that there were pig teammates doing things from the middle?

It's good to block the road in the middle. Everyone can't run away and is ready to be punished.

"Fuck you, when will I..."

Yiming's eyes were red and stared at the man, but halfway through his words, he saw a hurried running over. It was Zhang Feng. He quickly put on a flattering look: "Dean, you're here."

Hearing the speech, they also immediately forgot what they had just done and quickly looked back at Zhang Feng.

At this time, Zhang Feng was half lying on his stomach, supporting his knees with his hands. Some sweat beads could be seen on his forehead. His mouth was big. He looked at the people from time to time and lowered his heavy head. He pointed to the people: "you... You..."

Obviously, Zhang Feng is very tired after these guys. He usually doesn't exercise very much. In addition, he suddenly accelerated just now, and his body can't bear it.

"You... Stand up for me."

He gasped heavily, rubbed his back waist, stood up as far as possible, pointed to the crowd and said.

They did not dare to neglect, but helped one by one, and stood up in pain, trying not to make a sound.

Zhang Feng glanced at the crowd, stroked his chest with his hand, and then looked at the crowd with a gloomy face: "why did you run out to play basketball during class time?"

He himself came over at this stage, so he could understand the careful thinking of the people. He didn't intend to investigate the escape of the people. He just wanted to put them on the right track. Don't just think about playing every day.

"Dean, we just want to play. We'll go to class later."

Yiming scratched his head. I'm a little embarrassed.

With the first person's opening, others have also opened their mouth to plead, hoping that Zhang Feng can let go of himself.

"Yes, Dean, we are just playing. Let us go this time."

"Dean, you have a lot of adults. Let us go this time."

All of them were begging for mercy, with a pleading look on their faces, which made people want to laugh.

But how can Zhang Feng laugh on such an occasion? He coughed twice and said with great sincerity: "I know you are playful. It's human nature. I don't intend to do anything about you. However, your parents sent you to college so that you can succeed in your studies, serve the country, the people and be the pillars of the Tang Dynasty in the future. Look at what you do today. How can you be worthy of your parents?"

The people bowed their heads and said nothing, as if they were thinking about something.

Then, Zhang Feng continued: "since you have violated the school rules today, the punishment can not be exempted. Everyone will water the flowers and plants on the campus, and then everyone will rotate to guard the school gate at night until everyone completes the punishment. Do you understand?"

These guys have violated the school rules and must be punished. Otherwise, more people will follow suit in the future and the college will be in chaos.

The crowd nodded and still didn't speak.

"Well, you go to class first and finish the punishment after class."

Zhang Feng waved to the crowd and signaled to leave.

They looked at Zhang Feng and looked like they wanted to stop talking. They still scattered in twos and threes.

After they left, Zhang Feng went to the canteen. He was so tired that he was hungry. In addition, he didn't eat anything when he got up in the morning. Now his stomach is growling directly.

Unable to stand the struggle from his stomach, Zhang Feng had to speed up his steps. A moment later, he finally reached the door of the canteen.

"Boss, have some mutton steamed buns."

He casually found a seat and shouted to the busy boss.

When the boss saw that it was Zhang Feng, he immediately put on a smiling face: "Yo, it's president Zhang. Wait a minute. Mutton paomo will come right away. Have some tea first."

After that, the boss came up with a pot of green tea. Zhang Feng is his big boss. He doesn't dare to neglect it.

"Come on, you drink tea. Mutton is making steamed bread."

The boss quickly poured out a bowl of tea and handed it to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng took the tea and tasted it slowly.

"Dean Zhang, your last basketball match was really a good one. When can you hold it again?"

The boss took advantage of the effort of making steamed bread with mutton in the back and got up with Zhang Feng.

He made a lot of money in the last basketball game. Although he was robbed of a lot of business by the people, it was harmless. After all, he couldn't open it without Zhang Feng. Therefore, he very much hoped that Zhang Feng would open it again.