Chapter 315 Bullying the New Instructor
"I am an instructor and you are a student, why should I fight you?" Zhuo Bufan said lightly.
"You..." Zhang Xing's face was flushed and his neck was thick, his fists clenched tightly, and his bones rattled.
If he rushes to play Zhuo Bufan now, the school will definitely remember him, or even expel him, even if his father is the deputy team leader, he cannot be protected. Leader of the Budo League elders.
Long Geyue wrinkled her slender eyebrows, turned her head to look at Zhang Xingheng and said, "Could you not be so naive, and if I tell you I don't like you now, can you not be affectionate?"
Many students laughed, Zhang Xingheng's face was blue and red, as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.
After speaking, Long Geyue took Zhuo Bufan's arm and said, "Come out with me, there is no training tonight."
"You wait for me." Zhang Xingheng snorted coldly, looking at the back of the two leaving.
At this moment, a boy appeared next to him and whispered: "Brother Zhang, I see this instructor. No, this kid is a paper tiger at all. I'm afraid there is some money in the family, and the gilded woman who came here to ask me dare to soak your woman. ."
"Don't dare to fight with me, shit, you must find a chance to fix him well." Zhang Xingheng said in annoyance.
When I got outside, the sky became a lot darker.
In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and the sky is still full of fine snowflakes. Footsteps on the snow, making a creaking sound. Long Geyue walks in the school woods with Zhuo Bufan’s arm, "Zhuo Bufan, I listen to me Grandpa said that you can be beautiful as a cloud by your side. Did you forget my old classmate?"
"How come, it's just that I don't have time to come to play with you in class." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.
After finishing speaking, I couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, as if he had only a handful of time in school this semester.
"Hmph, you men will make excuses." Long Geyue said with a faint resentment, kicking away an unlucky stone under her feet, struggling in her heart, biting her lip, "You are really a wood."
There was a bit of bitterness in Zhuo Bufan's mouth, and he was alive. What kind of wood was there, he himself could feel Long Geyue's emotion for him, but he didn't dare to accept it now.
Cultivating immortals all the way to seek longevity, even if they take the women around them to cultivate immortals, but if they can’t seek immortality, he will eventually have to bury his beloved woman in the ground with his own hands.
"Okay, let's not talk about this, let me go to dinner first." Zhuo Bufan turned off the topic.
"Well, there is a hometown restaurant in the school, I will take you there." Long Geyue has a cheerful personality, and immediately changed her mood.
The restaurant is small in size and reasonably priced. They are all common home-cooked dishes sold to Wumeng students and instructors. After ordering a few small dishes, they just sat down and ate a few bites when suddenly they saw two men and three women coming in at the door.
"Zhuo Bufan?"
These people are the two brothers Qianluo, Sydney, Zheng Lan, and Bowen Bowu, but the faces of Bowen and Bowu are not very good. They limped on foot and seemed to be injured.
A few people walked in and saw Zhuo Bufan and the beautiful Long Geyue beside him, all except Qianluo looked at each other.
Originally, I just guessed that Zhuo Bufan was the rich second generation who came in by relationship. Now that it is true, he started to pick up girls as soon as he arrived at school.
"Well, what happened to them?" Zhuo Bufan asked suspiciously.
Qianluo frowned, "It's nothing, there was a little conflict with the old instructor just now and I was beaten."
Both Bowen and Bowu's faces blushed, and Bowen said with a stubborn neck: "If I hadn't just come here for fear of making mistakes, I would have beaten them to the ground and crawled."
"Oh, I'm still bragging here." Suddenly, the outside door opened, and two men in leather boots and strong outfits walked in, both in their early thirties, with flat heads, full of energy.
It was the old instructor who had just fought with Bowen. Everyone in the Wumeng League, when they see the sows, they all feel pretty and handsome. Two beautiful new instructors came up to talk to each other, but because Bowen was too arrogant, they clashed. .
Zhuo Bufan just took a glance and found that both of them were of the fifth level of Anjin, while the blog only had the third level of Anjin. As for Bowu's body without a trace of true essence, it was not surprising that they were beaten.
"Second brother, would you like to beat these rascals and teach them the principles of life."
"Who said I was going to hit me on the ground just now?" The tall old instructor stared at the blog with a playful look.
At this moment, Long Geyue suddenly frowned and said: "If you are going to fight, I will tell the principal immediately and ask the principal to come out and see how good you are. The old instructor bullies the new instructor."
Hearing what he said, the two old instructors glanced at them, their expressions changed slightly, "So it's Miss Long, they are all your friends? I just made a joke with them."
"She is Lao Long's granddaughter. I heard that she is a freshman in this class?" The short old instructor next to her whispered.
"Miss Long, let's go first." After that, the two old instructors turned and left the hotel.
Qianluo, Xueli, Zheng Lan, and Bowen Bowu looked at Long Geyue, and it was instantly clear to their hearts that Long Aotian was also a celebrity in Wumeng, and everyone had heard his name.
"I said why this kid can be an instructor, it turned out to be based on the relationship of the Long family, but this is also a skill." Bowen whispered sourly.
Sydney hurriedly made a round of rounds, "Stop talking, Miss Long helped us."
Zheng Lan said, "Miss Long, thank you."
"It's okay, you are all Zhuo Bufan's friends, let's eat together." Long Geyue greeted with a smile.
Bowen's eyes were full of jealousy, and he was extremely disdainful of Zhuo Bufan. He had already identified him as a little white face, relying on the relationship of the Long family to come to the Wu League to learn.
While eating, Long Geyue felt that Qianluo was watching Zhuo Bufan intentionally or unintentionally with the sixth sense of a woman, and she couldn't help feeling jealous.
After dinner, Qianluo took her friends and left first, while Zhuo Bufan walked with Long Geyue under the moon to send her to the dormitory.
The moonlight was cold and snowy, shining the road very brightly.
"While eating, that beautiful girl kept staring at you, Zhuo Bufan, do you have something?" Long Geyue had originally lowered her head to think about something, and suddenly raised her head and asked.
Zhuo Bufan frowned, "You said Qianluo, I met in the Wumeng test match before, and I have nothing to do with her."
"You're nothing, but you lied to other girls' hearts." Long Geyue hummed, and he had reached the door of the girls' dormitory.
Suddenly Long Geyue stood on tiptoe, her cold lips touched Zhuo Bufan’s cheeks, shyly ran towards the dormitory, and waved her little hand with her back to her, “I’m very happy today, you go back quickly. ."
Zhuo Bufan stood where he was, a little helpless on his face, as if there was still a trace of residual warmth on his cheeks, "Love is always ruthlessly negative."
Just now.
In the school meeting room, more than a dozen school administrators in black costumes were sitting in the meeting room with solemn expressions on their faces.
"This Yindu meeting is near our school? There are also wild beasts that bite many mountain people. The training base sent people to participate in the acting a few days ago, so we had to draw people from our school." Said the resolute young man.
Teacher Huang frowned and said, "Principal Lu, all the sophomores and above students have gone back ahead of schedule. Only these freshmen are left in the school. Should they be allowed to go?"
"This is also an opportunity to train them. Let the instructors all follow, there should be no problem." The principal sitting in the first place said in a deep voice.