C156 Target Brother Ma

I was making a ruckus in Class 7's classroom. Although I was a bit impulsive right now, I knew that if I made a move now, if Long Er and the other boys from Class 7 were to go up together, I would definitely suffer. However, the more it was like this, the more he couldn't be terrified. Once he did, it was more likely that he would be surrounded.

After I kicked Long Er, he wanted to attack me. Fortunately, Class 7's teachers behind me stopped Long Er in time, telling him not to fight with me in the classroom.

Long Er was so angry that he pushed me again. Another kick. The students of Class 7, who were standing at the doorway, also rushed in. littler, Three Fool's and the others looked at me. I thought these people were here to help me take care of Long Er. Just as I was about to attack Long Er again, these guys actually took me out of Class 7 alive with two people each.

When I was forced out of Class 7 by the littler, I kept pointing at the boy that I knocked down and scolding him, as well as threatening him. My class teacher and my class 7 teachers also followed him out. My teacher asked the littler and the others to drag me to the Instructor's Office. The littler and the rest didn't listen to my teacher and only dragged me into my own class. Tan Jie and Huang Xueni even helped me explain to Class 7's teacher, and I could see that the worst person in this whole matter, inside and out, was my class's teacher.

After returning to the classroom, I cursed loudly. I didn't call out anyone's surname, but just cursed nonstop. I heard that on the third day of the year, there would be a new class, and every year was the same, so I decided that as long as this Teacher B was still my homeroom teacher, I would rather die than go to another class. The head teacher didn't follow us back to the classroom, but went to look for the head instructor instead.

After a while, the head of the teaching department appeared at the door of our classroom. I could only follow her to the teaching office. This semester, I've become a regular visitor to the teaching office. When I got to the Education Bureau, Class 7's teachers and my class' teachers were there as well. Let's make this matter clear from the beginning to the end. The homeroom teacher means whether or not we hit someone, whether or not we threaten them is no longer important. The most important thing is that I don't respect the teacher, don't abide by the rules, hit the teacher, and scold the teacher.

I made an analogy in front of the teaching director: "Director, let me give you an example. My class teacher's mother died, I told her, her father killed her, she was killed by her father, and then I told her, it doesn't matter if her father killed her or not. What's important is that she also killed people now." This analogy of mine might be terrible and unreasonable, but it made my homeroom teacher extremely angry. She scolded me in the teaching office while tearing and tearing at me to hit me.

I didn't retaliate and just shouted, "Teacher beat the students! Director, you saw it with your own eyes!" The class seven teacher and the head teacher blocked my class teacher, and in the end, my class teacher was so angry that he threw a few words at the head teacher, "If he's so angry at me, I can't teach this class anymore, there's no need to bring this class along." At that time, the dean had actually let my teacher hold onto him. He said to my teacher, "You go back first, I'll take care of him."

When the teacher of Class 7 saw this situation, he didn't participate and followed my form teacher out of the teaching office. After the teacher left, the director started scolding me in the teaching office. The director was especially fierce this time. Instead, my previous attitude towards him changed by 999 degrees. Not only did I always speak out for myself, I even begged for forgiveness and told the dean that I would never dare to do so again.

As I've said before, the head of our school's Education Bureau was someone who would rather take advantage of the situation than take advantage of the situation, so this set of ours was especially useful when dealing with her. After a while, the dean's anger subsided, but let me reflect on myself in the teaching office for a day. I told the director that I had a fever for several days trying to run a long run, and that if I was not allowed to attend classes, I would lose my ability to keep up with the lessons. And every time I take the final exam, I'm in the front row of the class, even though my class is in the wrong class.

The director mocked me, "You still know what learning is, it's not easy. "If you miss one day of lessons, you won't die. You should just obediently stay here." I asked the director if he could get me another class. The director asked me which class I wanted to go to, and I said 5 without thinking. The director asked me why I wanted to go to Class 5, and I told the director, "There's no one in Class 5. Lin Haojia has transferred to another school, and Zhang Kai is also not in class yet.

The director smiled, but didn't say anything. He was implying that he didn't agree. I sat in the teaching office for two classes. During the exercise, the head teacher called the head teacher to my teaching office and told me to apologize to the head teacher. I thought about it and reluctantly told the form teacher, "Teacher, I'm sorry." My homeroom teacher insisted, "What are you sorry for? You explained yourself, but I don't understand."

The head teacher took the opportunity to say a bunch of nasty words in the teaching office. The head teacher didn't pay attention to her and only allowed me to return to my own class after the head teacher had vented out his anger. When I returned to the classroom, my classmates were very happy to see me. They said that I was too fierce just now and dared to make a ruckus in front of the two teachers. Heroic deeds like mine soon spread throughout the school. Murong Qingqing brought Shangguan Wan to my class and congratulated me, saying that once I got back to school, I would cause trouble, and that it was truly worthy of being her brother.

She had changed a lot recently when she saw Shangguan Wan. She had returned to the girl who used to like to laugh, bicker, and have long, flowing hair. I couldn't quite accept Shangguan Wan's change, it was as if nothing had happened to me a while ago when she was secretly looking for me to help. I didn't think too much about it. I liked what she looked like.

Murong Qingqing told me not to eat box lunch at school and to eat fraternal face with them. After eating the ramen, she wanted to go for a stroll in Mil Hai Chen. Mi Li Hai Chen is a large scale supermarket next to our school. If I remember correctly, it was the first large scale supermarket in Dalian. It's been open for a while, but I've never been there.

A while ago, someone from our school went to Milligan to steal clothes and was criticized and punished by the whole school. Coincidentally, I also wanted to see what was inside, so I agreed with Murong Qingqing. In the fourth morning class, I asked Tan Jie if she had been to Milligan. Tan Jie took out an automatic pen for me and showed me the lead. After I saw it, I asked Tan Jie, "What happened?" Tan Jie said, "Are you blind? "Golden."

I scolded her: "Are you Biao? I know the golden one, so what?" Tan Jie said proudly, "This automatic lead pen can only be sold for 10 yuan per box, 20 yuan per box, for 50 cents each." Just as Tan Jie finished her sentence, I made a slashing motion with my hand to shatter that tycoon's pen. After I finished playing, I smiled contemptuously and said, "Fifty cents isn't very strong either. I thought it was made of gold."

At that time, I was so angry at Tan Jie that I pinched my thigh a few times. Tan Jie took out 10 yuan from her schoolbag and gave it to me. She asked me if I was going to go to Milligan Harbor at noon. If I went, I would buy her a box of these automatic pen lead. I said Tan Jie: "Oh you, you're so bigwigs, why are you buying something so expensive? What's the difference between buying one box at the school entrance and the one you're using?"

Tan Jie said, "The difference is, I can write comfortably with it." We were in middle school at the time, and we had a lot of problems. We did our homework, wrote our papers, didn't allow us to use oil pens, and didn't allow us to use water pens. Only pens and pencils can be used, so the most used by every student is an automatic pencil. Of course, there were also some students who secretly used the waterproof pen to impersonate a pen and bought some water-based pen with a rather thick pen cap. However, the water-based pens at that time were extremely expensive. I remember that even the cheapest pencils cost 3 yuan per pencils.

I was using an oil brush, yes, I don't care if the teacher let me use it or not, I still like to use the four colors, red, green, black, blue. Although I usually spend a lot of money generously, but in the field of learning, I am one of the more deductible. When the bell for the end of class rang, I immediately rushed downstairs, bringing Murong Qingqing and Shangguan Wan straight to the fraternal face.

There were a lot of fraternal face at noon, and there weren't even seats for them to sit on at night. After the three of us finished our ramen, we went to Milligan Haichen supermarket. Milligan Hailsham had two floors, one floor for food, and two floors for clothing. I saw the 10 yuan box of automatic lead pens on the second floor. Murong Qingqing and Shangguan Wan both scolded me as "Biao", why did I spend 10 yuan on this type of lead pens. I told them that there was gold inside, and after buying it, I took 10 out and gave 5 each to Murong Qingqing and Shangguan Wan.

The three of us were happily walking towards school. When we reached the school entrance, we were stopped by Brother Ma and a few other hooligans. Brother Ma these hooligans, taking advantage of the slightly warm afternoon sun, came to our school to stand guard. I let Murong Qingqing and Shangguan Wan return first. Just as I arrived in front of Brother Ma, he suddenly swung his palm.

With a "pa" sound, this slap was especially crisp, to the point that Murong Qingqing and Shangguan Wan could already hear it before they had even walked far. Murong Qingqing brought Shangguan Wan and quickly returned, shouting at Brother Ma, "Why did you beat me?" Brother Ma ignored them, and waved his hand at me. "Scram." At that time, I used my eyes to glare at Brother Ma, my face filled with killing intent. Murong Qingqing understood me, and knew that I was going to explode, so he and Shangguan Wan quickly dragged me into the school.

Murong Qingqing kept on advising me: "Big bro, forget about it, don't lower yourself to the same level as them." Shangguan Wan also advised me: "Zhong Peng, we can't afford to offend him. Let's just acknowledge it, isn't it just a slap on the face? What's wrong with that?" Murong Qingqing did not hear the tone in Shangguan Wan's words, but I could tell that she was not advising me, but provoking me.

Without a word, I followed the two of them into the classroom. I gave Tan Jie the lead from the box of tycoons I bought, and then I gave her back the 10 yuan she gave me. Tan Jie opened the lead box and saw that it was the one she wanted, but there were 10 missing. She asked me, "Old, why are there 10 less? What's with the money? "

I said, "Old man, I gave you this box of lead. I want to ask you something. What is your relationship with that Brother Ma?"

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