The wind was howling and the rain was pouring down. The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
Countless raindrops were like densely packed sharp arrows, hitting Liu Jing's bearded face, which looked fat and pale due to his long-term hiding in the studio doing scientific research.
Everyone has been caught in the rain. Even though they may feel it is cold at times, few people realize the pain it can cause.
But this time, Liu Jing felt it clearly. His skin felt it, and his heart felt it too.
The hairs on his body stood up, and every muscle in his body was stretched to the limit. The rain was so sharp that it pierced his face with thousands of holes like a honeycomb.
"Ah------" He opened his mouth, but he didn't know if there was any sound. It was like a muted art film, his ears had lost their hearing.
In his world, there were only moving images, but no corresponding dubbing. The sound of wind, rain, and rustling leaves had all disappeared.
He tried hard to lift his head up, he wanted to see the man on the roof who wanted to end it all -
However, his sight was blocked by the water tank that was growing larger and heavier.
Bang!
The water tank pressed his body underneath, and also crushed half of the car body.
The engine at the front of the car was emitting sparks, which were his weak struggle and roar. However, the wind was strong and the rain was heavy, so the sporadic sparks were quickly extinguished.
Perhaps because he was nervous and afraid, Liu Jing was still holding the big black umbrella tightly in his hand before he was knocked down.
When his arm was smashed by the water tank, the handle of the umbrella was also broken. The umbrella fabric with the broken handle finally broke free and rolled and drifted in the wind and rain. It was like a small black flower that was picked and abandoned by someone.
Quack quack-----
Because of the huge vibration, several cars in nearby parking spaces started to scream. The shrill sound of sirens resounded through the sky.
A resident opened the window, poked his head out and looked down, then shouted sharply, "The water tank on the roof has fallen down-----"
"Whose car was smashed----Go and see whose car was smashed----"
"Someone's dead----someone come quickly-----"
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The dark figure on the roof took out a monocular telescope from his arms. He pulled the telescope open, and Liu Jing's bloody face suddenly appeared in front of him.
Terror! Resentment!
And die with your eyes open!
Of course, the most important thing for them was that Liu Jing died completely.
The black shadow raised his hand to his forehead and gave a not-so-standard military salute, then turned and left this dangerous place which would soon become the second scene.
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Bang-----
The office door was kicked open.
Jiang Zhuliu shouted urgently: "Liu Jing is dead. Liu Jing was hit to death."
Jiang Longtan stood in front of the office window, holding a copy of the Heart Sutra in his hands and reciting it quietly, with a calm and peaceful look.
"Dad, do you know?" Jiang Zhuliu said hurriedly. "Liu Jing is dead. He just ran to the office and had a quarrel with you, and you just fired him - and he died."
Jiang Longtan closed the scripture, turned around, glanced at Jiang Zhuliu, and said, "I understand."
"You-----" Jiang Zhuliu looked at his father who was so calm that it was almost weird, and said, "Don't you have any other reaction?"
"What kind of reaction should be?" Jiang Longtan asked.
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"We have known each other for many years, and Liu Jing is a good person." Jiang Longtan said. "He is one of the few friends I have. When Lu Mingtu died, I read the Heart Sutra to him. Now that Liu Jing is gone, I will read the Heart Sutra to him again. I hope they can die peacefully, without any pain in the paradise, and without any intrigue or conflicts of interest."
"But aren't you afraid of the gossip outside?" Jiang Zhuliu said angrily. "I just came back from outside, and many people said that this matter has something to do with you, and also said-----"
"And you still say it was me who did it?" Jiang Longtan asked calmly.
"Yes." Jiang Zhuliu said. "They said you were eliminating dissidents. First you got rid of Lu Mingtu, and now you got rid of Liu Jing, in order to achieve your goal of controlling the Longtu Group-----"
Jiang Longtan laughed and said, "If I really have such an intention, wouldn't this be too much of a fuss?"
"-------" Jiang Zhuliu had an angry expression and his face turned pale, but Jiang Longtan looked calm and composed, as if the death of a person just now was just an insignificant matter.
Only at this moment did he realize that compared to his father, who was usually quiet and silent most of the time, he was really too immature.
Jiang Longtan held the Heart Sutra in his hand, carefully stroking the rough surface, and said, "They are forcing me. They are forcing me-----"
"dad-----"
"Call Chaoge and ask her to come back for dinner in the evening." Jiang Longtan said.
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Lu Chaoge had injured his legs and feet, so he asked for a few days off from school. But Fang Yan had his hands and feet intact, so he still had to teach his students as usual.
Fang Yan's Chinese class has now become a beautiful landscape in the school. Since Class 1 followed suit and began to use situational teaching, other Chinese teachers no longer put on airs and started to find ways to make their classes lively and lively, to mobilize students' interest in participation and improve their learning ability as much as possible.
Moreover, the news of Fang Yan's bet with Zhang Yu, the Chinese teacher of Class 1, spread throughout the school due to the publicity of some people. Students from the two classes will compete in the next exam in terms of total score and average score. The loser will recite an apology written by the winner on the school radio.
Zhang Yu is a veteran teacher at Suzaku, and Fang Yan is a popular teacher at the school. One represents the old-fashioned teaching model, and the other is a practitioner and promoter of fancy teaching.
The final exam will be held in one week. Who will be the real champion of this exam? Who will win the real honor
You know, this time it's not just a competition of personal abilities between Fang Yan and Zhang Yu, but also a question of which is more suitable for survival, the classical teaching method or the new teaching method.
Most people are more optimistic about Zhang Yu because he is a senior teacher in the school and, more importantly, all his students are elites who have passed the high school entrance examination. In terms of overall quality, the students in Class 1 are far superior to those in Class 9.
"Class one is now conducting pre-exam simulation training. Zhang Yu has given out fourteen test papers for the major exam to help students guess the questions. The students in Class one are working extremely hard every day. In order to defeat us, Zhang Yu used a despicable tactic of using a large number of test questions. Teacher Fang, do we really not have to do anything?" Huang Haoran said with a worried look on his face.
He is the Chinese representative of Class 9. Class 9 and Class 1 made a bet, so he, as the Chinese representative, naturally had to lead by example. Not only did he have to find a way to motivate everyone, but he also had to use various connections to find out the actions and strength of his opponents.
However, when Class 1 was busy trying to win the game, their teacher Fang had no idea how to deal with it. It was as if what he said that day was just talk and he had completely forgotten about it.
Therefore, Huang Haoran had to take the initiative to communicate with Teacher Fang after class, in order to find out his true thoughts.
"Does it make sense?" Fang Yan asked with a smile. "If you rely on working hard to win this game, have you really memorized everything? Can you put it into practice? Can you let this knowledge become a culture and a gene that flows into your blood and merges with you? We don't need to do anything. I believe you are the final winner."
"Teacher Fang-----" Huang Haoran was deeply moved.
"Okay. Let's go back to class." Fang Yan said.
"Teacher Fang, don't worry, we will definitely not let you down."
"I said, I believe you." Fang Yan nodded. "By the way, remember to tell the students what I just said-----"
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When Fang Yan came back, Lu Chaoge was standing in front of the window looking at the scenery.
Her face was expressionless, but there was something in her eyes that Fang Yan couldn't understand but made his heart flutter.
Fang Yan put away his umbrella, walked up to Lu Chaoge, and asked, "Why don't you go in and sit down? Your legs haven't fully recovered yet, so you can't stand for too long. What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Liu Jing is dead." Lu Chaoge said.
"What?" Fang Yan was shocked. They were still sitting together chatting at noon, and he even walked him to the gate of this small courtyard.
He also told him that it was windy and rainy outside and he should be careful.
He had only gone out to teach two classes, and hadn't even finished teaching an article yet, but how could a healthy person be gone? Is life so fragile
Fang Yan's expression turned serious, and he said, "They have gone crazy and completely lost their minds."
"They want me to lose my mind." Lu Chaoge said.
"So, the more it is at this time, the more we need to stay calm."
"Jiang Zhuliu called and asked me to go home for dinner in the evening." Lu Chaoge said.
"Asking you to go back for dinner at this time proves that Jiang Longtan wants to confront you." Fang Yan said. "Your legs and feet are inconvenient, can I go with you?"
"Okay." Lu Chaoge said, "You go with me."
Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan ran out of the room. Fang Yingxiong looked at Fang Yan and said, "Uncle Junior Master, shall we go with you?"
"Okay, let's go together." Fang Yan said in a cold voice. "Just think of it as a way to improve your life."
Fang Yan turned to look at Lu Chaoge and said, "I heard that you rich people eat steak and drink red wine for dinner?"
"------" (To be continued)