Chapter 121

"Wait a minute, fight first."

If this ruffian speech is put in an environment with extremely poor atmosphere, such as a gangster group, it should be a familiar line. But in this chat room where the emperor returns, who gathers top students from all over the country and loves learning as his bounden duty, it is like a nuclear bow list.

Sitting in front of the computer for a long time, the young man was still holding the draft paper of calculation in his hand. Looking at the dark head of his opponent and the extremely random scrolling information, he suddenly puffed a smile, hooked a gentle radian on the side of his beautiful lips, and whispered, "what an interesting person."

However, Qin Qing, who lightly dropped a deep water fire bomb and triggered a fierce brainstorming among tens of thousands of excellent students, immediately put things behind her head, chose a place to avoid the noon sun, poked the screen and chatted with her guardian.

"I'm sure you can handle it."

As the reply was received at noon, major general Feng was still a warm mouth of her parents. Since she met at the show last time, this person seemed to have changed his way and spoke very directly. Sometimes she even forced her to pick up the girl's heart that had been missing for a long time.

Qin Qing still couldn't connect the four words of care with the ice face in her impression. Her fingertips unconsciously slid onto the video button. She remembered that she was a boy, dressed up and retracted, and replaced it with words.

"You shouldn't be a fake Feng Yan. You used to talk very ferociously."

Some time ago, she was tough and ordered. She almost took her to attention and went to the army for training in the team. She practiced at home from time to time. If she didn't say a word, she would be punished. The contrast with now is not the slightest.

However, a minute or two later, the news across the street sank into the sea again. Qin Qing slightly pursed the corners of her mouth and flashed a trace of hesitation at the bottom of her eyes.

Shouldn't you be angry?

Is carefully guessing, the mobile phone finally buzzed again, and the interface shows that the other party sent a picture.

Qin Qing's heart moved, and her finger scratched the screen to unlock it. She was so flexible that she opened the big picture. The face she saw suddenly became fresh and vivid, like a mottled aperture on her head, covering her body, and her nose could almost smell the clear smell of the other party.

"Ha ha..." she couldn't stop bending the corners of her mouth, and a slight smile overflowed from her thin lips, with a sweetness she didn't realize.

Because of her unintentional joke, the cold man seriously sent a fresh selfie. The straight man filled his face with the picture from the angle of the straight man. The cold expression was still the same as before, but it looked cute across the screen.

"It's me."

Finally, the other party specially verified it again. Unexpectedly, Qin Qing in the shade of the tree almost laughed out of breath.

"Cough, I see. It's almost time for class. Talk back."

Fortunately, there was no video to expose her laughter. Qin Qing quickly prevaricated a reason to prevent the other party from paying back and let her take a selfie.

"Well, there's something else here. I'll go back later."

After explaining the date of returning home, the warm daily communication was more pleasant than the high tide. Qin Qing hummed a minor and went back to class. It took a long time to find that she broke her appointment on the software again.

In the first class in the afternoon, the head fan was blowing hot wind. At the sleepy node, a group of teachers from the teaching office came outside the corridor of class 7, interrupting the hypnotic teaching on the podium.

After Zhou Ming was hospitalized, Zhou's parents rushed to the school, kicked the door of the office and threatened to ask for an explanation.

"Our children have always been excellent in both character and learning. They came to school in the morning. After a while, they broke their ribs and smashed a hole in their head. Now the hospital says that he has suffered psychological trauma and needs treatment. Is that how you teach?" the other party's angry roar exploded the pot in the quiet office, and then pointed the spear at class 7 with sharp words, "I don't care whether the school collects a group of unskilled students for tuition or others, but my son is different from them. They are willing to degenerate into scum of the society. We can't control it, but we can't harm my son!"

This is not the first time that parents have put forward the opinion of excluding class 7, but it is the first time that it has been brought to the table.

Therefore, in the muggy afternoon, the collective students of class 7 were taken to the playground to line up. Under the scorching sun, the surface was like a natural stove. The hot gas burned the skin along the ankles, which made people more upset.

"Tell me about this group of people in class 7. They know to make trouble all day without learning. How many disasters the school has brought to you, can't you restrain a little?" the director of the teaching office is sweating with his collar, and his tone is going to blow out fire.

Standing at the front, Da Hui of the sports committee moved his mouth and muttered discontentedly, "it's not our fault this time..."

It's a pity that others have a loud voice. Let alone the teacher in front, even the students behind can hear it clearly.

"Zhao Dahui!" the director turned his head and roared out with his name and surname. "The school is full of smoke because you are here. Don't think I don't know. Today you hurt other people from other schools. If the other parents come to the door, I'll see how you will end then!"

If we were still talking about the matter before, then the later remarks are obviously targeted with personal emotions.

When it was, Luo Zihang was the first to stand up.

"Director, Zhou Ming was unlucky to find me when he lost the basketball game in the morning. It has nothing to do with others. If you want to settle the account, just find me." he put his hands in his trouser pocket and walked to the front of the queue. He was taller than several teachers.

"Luo Zihang, it's you again?" the director was obviously impressed by Yan Hua's bully, and his face sank again, "I remember warning you before school starts. No matter what you do at home, you'd better keep yourself in school. You can't study and stay in class 7. Don't get out and make trouble. Have you forgotten that you have two big mistakes? A basketball game can cause so many things. I think you really don't want to study in Yanhua. Besides, don't you like to be a hero? That's all I won't give you a chance this time. Even your brothers have to record demerits. I think it's enough to expel some mouse shit! "

Learning scum, making trouble, mouse shit... These labels that seem to be walking are firmly attached to the heads of class 7 students. Then when things come to the door, both students and teachers can confidently throw out the labels and trample on their dignity.

It seems that the root cause of this disaster is not important, and no one will go deep into the truth. The students of class 7 have long been used to this treatment. They gnash their teeth and clench their fists, but never say a word.