clang-----
Fang Yan left work two minutes early just to avoid the peak school hours.
However, because of the delay caused by these gangsters, the precious two minutes that Fang Yan had specially prepared for himself were wasted.
As the school bell rang, the originally quiet school suddenly became lively. The students ran outside like wild horses.
Boom----
The whole school was shaken by this.
The students rushed to the school gate and were immediately attracted by Fang Yan and the gangsters surrounding him.
"Hey, isn't that the Chinese teacher of Class 9?"
"Yes, yes. He is Fang Yan. I saw him by the Que River. He is so handsome-----"
"Did he offend the school bullies? It's obvious that they are not good people-----"
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Li Ziqiang is a leader, and a leader must act like a leader.
Therefore, every time he got off work, he would slowly and methodically pack up the things on his desk, and would not go downstairs to go home until most of the students and teachers had left.
Today, as usual, he heard the school bell and was still reading a book titled "On the Importance of Student Education" with great interest.
boom!
His office door was pushed open forcefully from the outside.
Before he could get angry, a young teacher said anxiously, "Director Li, there are people making trouble at the school gate. They have blocked the school gate."
"Is there someone causing trouble?" Li Ziqiang stood up with a bang. He was the school's director of teaching and was also in charge of the school's security. "Where is the security department? Did they not send anyone out to deal with it?"
"Director." A big man in security uniform trotted in and said, "Director, I'm here."
"Zhao Dazhu, what are you doing? Something happened outside the school, why did you come to me instead of taking someone to deal with it?"
"Director, don't get excited." Chen Dahai, the head of the first-grade mathematics group, walked slowly into the office and said with a smile, "I asked Section Chief Zhao to come with me. I think it's better to report this matter to the director first."
"Old Chen, what's going on?" Li Ziqiang asked puzzledly.
Chen Dahai looked at the young teacher who came in first and said, "Xiaocheng, you should go home after get off work first."
"Okay, Mr. Chen." The young man responded, closed the door and left. He knew that he didn't need to participate in the next meeting.
"Old Chen, what's going on?" Li Ziqiang looked at Chen Dahai and asked.
"Director, do you know who those hooligans outside are blocking?" Chen Dahai asked with a smile.
"Isn't he our student?" Li Ziqiang said.
"Bah, what kind of student is he?" Chen Dahai said viciously. "It's that bastard Fang Yan. I don't know what person he offended outside, and now he's coming to take revenge - he'll have to bear the consequences soon."
"Fang Yan?" Li Ziqiang asked, and immediately understood the purpose of Chen Dahai bringing the security chief to see him.
It is said that scholars are good for nothing. If scholars use evil thoughts, ordinary people cannot resist them.
"Yes, that's him." Chen Dahai sneered. "Director Li, for a teacher like this - I don't think it's necessary to ask Section Chief Zhao to help him out, right? Isn't he capable? Let him handle it himself."
Li Ziqiang pondered for a moment and said, "Nothing will happen, right? After all, this is the school gate. If anything goes wrong, I'm in charge of school security. I don't want to be stained with shit."
"Director Li, don't worry." Zhao Dazhu said flatteringly. "I've asked Xiao Yang and Xiao Huang to keep an eye on them. When those hooligans have almost taken their revenge, they will go out in time to protect the safety of our teachers at Zhuque Middle School. Don't worry, we won't suffer any great loss."
"That's good." Li Ziqiang finally felt relieved. "I am satisfied with Xiao Zhao's work."
"That's all thanks to the director's good teaching." Zhao Dazhu said flatteringly.
"So we're just going to watch now?"
"Just wait until the little hooligans beat him up, then we'll come out to rescue him and hold him accountable for seducing the evil forces outside the school--"
"Old Chen, you used the word seducing very well."
"That's right. We are engaged in cultural and educational work. We should still uphold the integrity of an educator when speaking and doing things."
The three of them looked at each other and laughed!
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Zheng Jing knew that Lu Chaoge had a prejudice against him, but he couldn't make any changes.
He was the spy sent in by that person, he knew it, and Lu Chaoge knew it too.
Just imagine, who would want to have a good relationship with a guy who monitors their every move all day long
Therefore, Zheng Jing became more cautious when facing Lu Chaoge.
Dongdong----
He stood at the door and gently knocked on Lu Chaoge's office door.
"Come in." Lu Chaoge's voice came from inside.
Zheng Jing pushed the door open and said urgently, "Principal Lu, something happened to Teacher Fang Yan."
Lu Chaoge was standing by the window pruning potted plants. After listening to Fang Yan's "butt thinking theory", she put her heart into it and found that potted plants, like flower arrangement, do require emotional investment. In that case, your state of mind is different, your goals are different, and the artistic enjoyment you get is also different.
It has to be said that although Fang Yan is young, he is quite good at artistic aesthetics.
When she heard Zheng Jing's words, her first reaction was to frown and ask, "What happened again?"
When Zheng Jing heard Lu Chaoge use the word "again", he knew that Lu Chaoge might have a deep aversion to that troublesome teacher.
Indeed, anyone who encounters such a hedgehog teacher will have a headache. He pricks people wherever he goes. No matter how useful he is, he is useless. Look at how many things have happened in the few days since he came here.
I was secretly happy, but didn't show it at all.
"I'm not sure. It seems like they were surrounded by a group of hooligans at the school gate. The students were all staring at them. I'm afraid they might even start a fight-----"
"Do it?" Lu Chaoge threw the scissors on the windowsill and said, "Go out and take a look."
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"Brother Wolf, are you okay?"
"Brother Wolf, how are you?"
"This kid is just a rude guy, brothers, hit him with bricks-----"
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"Shut up, everyone." Brother Wolf roared. He felt like his little universe was about to explode, and he also felt like his heart, liver, lungs, etc. were about to explode.
The hooligans immediately fell silent. They were still very organized and disciplined, which was better than some students.
"Fang Yan-----" Brother Wolf stared at Fang Yan, his voice carrying a choking smell of gunpowder. He was forcing himself to endure, otherwise he would have rushed up and been beaten to death by Fang Yan.
"You talk, I'm listening." Fang Yan said.
"Why did you lie?"
"A lie?"
"You said you were a math teacher at No. 1 Middle School, and you lied to us." Brother Wolf said angrily. How can a man beat or scold someone, and not lie to them for fun
"I lied to you." Fang Yan admitted frankly. "I just don't understand, why did you go to so much trouble to find me? Isn't it a good thing for everyone to keep a little mystery and leave a good memory?"
Fang Yan pointed at Brother Wolf and the group of hooligans behind him and said, "Why did you bring them here? Do you think you can do anything to me just because you have more people? You can't beat me, you can't scold me, you can't scare me - do you want to disgust me to death? If I were you, I would stay away from you and never see you again."
"------"
The punks couldn't take it anymore.
"Brother Wolf, I'll chop him up." A guy wearing a tight vest with a tiger head tattooed on his arm shouted angrily. He held a brick in his hand and rushed towards Fang Yan.
Dong-----
Tiger Head fell to the ground with a slump, and the brick in his hand flew out of his hand and hit the onlookers standing behind Fang Yan.
ah----
Some students exclaimed.
whoosh!
Fang Yan took a step back, then took another step forward, and the brick was actually in his hand.
It happened so quickly that many people couldn't see clearly what was happening.
Fang Yan put the brick in Brother Wolf's hand and said, "Go back. Take the gift back with you."
"------" Brother Wolf really wanted to raise the brick in his hand and smash it towards Fang Yan's head.
A gift? It's a gift from the god of death.
After they were humiliated and beaten by Fang Yan in the bar, they went crazy looking for Fang Yan. They searched No. 1 Middle School, No. 2 Middle School, No. 2 Middle School, No. 3 Middle School, and finally found him at Suzaku Middle School -- but they found that they could do nothing to him.
Rush up and let him beat him up again
"Your weakness is stupidity, and your strength is fear of death." Fang Yan seemed to know Brother Wolf's mentality very well. He stared at him sharply and said, "Being afraid of death is a good habit. People who are afraid of death will not die."
The muscles on Brother Wolf's face twitched, and he whispered, "I didn't intend to do anything. I just came over to say hello to you."
He waved to his younger brother and shouted, "Let's go."
So the gangsters turned around and left.
Fang Yan smiled and waved to the students around him, saying, "They admire my talent and want me to be their tutor. But how can I have the time? I can only refuse with regret. Everyone has a positive heart, and hooligans are no exception. They have the spirit and desire to learn, which makes me very happy. We cannot deny a person's ambition just because of his identity. If all the idle people in the society can be like them, how harmonious and beautiful our world will become?"
Pala-----
The students applauded enthusiastically!
"Don't applaud, don't applaud-----this is what I should do." Fang Yan smiled modestly. "Who made me a glorious and great people's teacher?"
(PS: March 2014, this is a day that should be remembered. The Ultimate Teacher was released, which is a new mark in Lao Liu's life. Let us bid farewell to it with enthusiasm, and then greet the new month with passion. Whether it is April or May, spring or summer, I will write stories for you, and you will read the stories I write. There are thousands of kinds of happiness in the world, and perhaps this is one of them. Insignificant happiness is also happiness.) (To be continued)