The wind howled and the rain poured down. The rain is getting heavier as we go eastward.
Countless rain rays were like densely packed sharp arrows, hitting Liu Jing's bearded face that looked fat and pale because he had been hiding in the studio for a long time to do scientific research.
Everyone has been exposed to rain, and even though it sometimes feels cold, few realize the pain it brings.
But no, Liu Jing felt it clearly that time. He felt it on his skin, and he felt it in his heart.
The hairs all over his body stood on end, and every muscle in his body was stretched to the extreme. Those rains were so sharp that they pricked his face like a honeycomb.
"Ah------" He opened his mouth, but he didn't know if any sound came out. Just like a literary movie with muted sound, his ears have become deaf.
There are moving images in his world, but there is no corresponding dubbing. The sound of wind, rain, and leaves rustling all disappeared.
He tried hard to raise his head. He wanted to see the man on the top of the building who wanted to end everything——
However, his sight was blocked by the increasingly larger and heavier water tank.
Bang!
The water tank pressed his body to the east and flattened half of the car's body.
The engine at the front of the car roared with sparks, but his weak struggle and roar could not be heard. But, with the heavy wind and heavy rain, the scattered sparks were quickly extinguished.
Perhaps because of nervousness and fear, Liu Jing was still clutching the big black umbrella in his legs tightly before he was knocked down.
While his legs and arms were smashed by the water tank, the handle of his umbrella was also broken. The umbrella cloth with its broken leg handle was finally freed from its restraints, rolling and fluttering in the wind and rain. Like a small black flower that has been picked and abandoned by someone.
Quack quack -----
Because of the huge vibration, several cars in nearby parking spaces started shouting. The piercing sound of sirens filled the sky.
One of the residents pushed open the window, poked his head towards the ground, and shouted in a sharp voice: "The water tank on the roof has fallen to the east-----"
"Whose car was smashed----Go and see whose car was smashed----"
"Someone is dead----someone is coming soon-----"
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The dark figure on the roof took out a monocular telescope from his arms. He pulled the telescope away, and Liu Jing's bloody face suddenly appeared in front of him.
Horrified! resentment!
Very unsatisfactory!
Of course, for them, the most important thing is that Liu Jing died completely.
The black shadow stretched his legs to the center of his eyebrows and performed a less than standard military salute, then turned around and left the dangerous place that would soon become the second scene.
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Bang-----
The office door was knocked open.
Jiang Zhuliu shouted urgently: "Liu Jing is dead. Liu Jing was beaten to death."
Jiang Longtan stood in front of the office window, holding a copy of the Heart Sutra in his lap and chanting softly. The expression is calm and the demeanor is peaceful.
"Dad, do I know?" Jiang Zhuliu said urgently. "Liu Jing is dead. He just ran to the office and had a quarrel with me, and I just fired him - and he died."
Jiang Longtan closed his eyes on the scriptures, turned around, glanced at Jiang Zhuliu, and said, "I got it."
"I-----" Jiang Zhuliu looked at his father who was almost eerily calm and said, "I don't have any other reaction?"
"What kind of reaction should I ask for?" Jiang Longtan asked.
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"We have known each other for many years, and Liu Jing is quite a good person." Jiang Longtan said. "He said that when Lu Mingtu, one of his few friends, died, he read the "Heart Sutra" to him. Now that Liu Jing is gone, he also read the "Heart Sutra" to him. I hope they can leave. Peace, no pain in the paradise world - and conflicts of interests."
"Can I just be afraid of the gossip outside?" Jiang Zhuliu said angrily. "He just came back from outside. Many people said that the incident had something to do with me. They said-----"
"Do you think he did it on his east leg?" Jiang Longtan asked in a calm voice.
"No." Jiang Zhuliu said. "Say that I am eliminating dissidents. If I first kill Lu Mingtu, and now Liu Jing, will I be able to achieve my goal of controlling the Longtu Group with one leg -----"
Jiang Longtan laughed and said, "If he really has such a purpose--isn't that kind of news too big?"
"------" Jiang Zhuliu looked angry and livid, but Jiang Longtan looked calm and relaxed, as if the death of a person just now was an insignificant matter.
Only at that moment did he realize that compared with his father, who usually didn't talk much and remained silent most of the time, he was really too immature.
Jiang Longtan held the "Heart Sutra" and carefully stroked the rough skin with the palm of his leg, saying: "They are forcing him. They are all forcing him -----"
"dad-----"
"Call Chaoge and ask her to go back for dinner in the morning." Jiang Longtan said.
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Lu Chaoge injured his legs and feet, so he asked for a few days off from school. But if Fang Yan's legs and feet were intact, he would not be able to teach students normally.
Fang Yan's Chinese class has now become a beautiful sight in the school. Since the first class started to imitate the trend and started to teach situationally, other Chinese teachers no longer put on airs to save face, and began to find ways to make their classes as lively as possible. To mobilize students' interest in participation and improve students' learning ability.
Moreover, the bet between Fang Yan and Zhang Yu, a Chinese teacher in Class 1, spread throughout the school after someone spread the word. Students from the two classes will compete in both the total score and the average score in the first major exam. The loser will be asked to read an apology written by the winner on the school radio.
Zhang Yu is a well-known teacher at Zhuque, and Fang Yan is the popular king of the school. One represents an old-fashioned teaching model, and the other is a practitioner and promoter of alternative teaching.
The final exam will be held in a week. Who will be the real champion of this exam? Who will win----the real honor
I want to know, this time is not only about the personal ability competition between Fang Yan and Zhang Yu, but also about who is more suitable for survival between classical teaching methods and new teaching methods.
Most people are more optimistic about Zhang Yu, because Zhang Yu is a senior teacher in the school, and more importantly, his students are all the elites in the high school entrance examination of the same year. From the perspective of overall quality, the students in Class 1 are higher than the students in Class 9.
"Class 1 is currently conducting simulation training before the exam. Zhang Yu gave out 14 wrong test papers to help students guess the questions. The students in Class 1 are working very hard every day. Zhang Yu will win if they use the despicable question sea. Tactics----Teacher Fang, do they really not have to do anything?" Huang Haoran said with a worried look.
He is the Chinese class representative of Class 9, and Class 9 has a bet with Class 1. As the Chinese class representative, he naturally takes the lead. He not only wants to find ways to mobilize everyone's morale, but also wants to find out the actions and strength of the wrong leg through various relationships-----
Can Class One win the game? When the game was in full swing, their teacher Fang had absolutely no plan for what to do wrong. It was as if what he said that day was just a matter of words, and he had completely forgotten about it now.
Otherwise, Huang Haoran had to take the initiative to communicate with Teacher Fang during class, hoping to find out his true thoughts.
"Does it make sense?" Fang Yan asked with a smile. "If we rely on working hard to win the game, have we really forgotten everything? Can we apply what we have learned? Can we let that knowledge become a culture and a will to flow into our blood and us? Integrated? They don't have to do anything. He believes we are the original winners."
"Teacher Fang-----" Huang Haoran was so moved.
"Okay. Go back to class." Fang Yan said.
"Teacher Fang, I don't want to worry, they will definitely not let me down."
"He said that he believed in us." Fang Yan nodded. "Wrong, remember to convey what he just said to the classmates-----"
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When Fang Yan came back, Lu Chaoge stood in front of the window and looked at the scenery.
Her face was expressionless, and there was something in her eyes that Fang Yan couldn't understand but made her heart palpitate.
Fang Yan put away his umbrella, walked up to Lu Chaoge, and asked, "Why don't you go in and walk? My legs are not completely healed. I can't stand for too long - what do you want to eat in the morning?"
"Liu Jing is dead." Lu Chaoge said.
"What?" Fang Yan was shocked. At noon they walked together and chatted, and he escorted him to the door of the small courtyard.
He was wrong. He said it was windy and rainy outside, so be careful.
He only went out for two classes, and he didn't finish an article. Why are there no good living people left? Is life so fragile
Fang Yan's expression turned serious and he said, "They are now crazy and have completely lost their minds."
"Do they want him to lose his mind?" Lu Chaoge said.
"So the more they don't do that, the more they try to stay calm."
"Jiang Zhuliu called and asked him to go home for dinner in the morning," Lu Chaoge said.
"Letting me go back for dinner at that time proved that Jiang Longtanqiu had a showdown with me." Fang Yan said. "My legs and feet are inconvenient. Will he come with me?"
"Okay." Lu Chaoge said, "I'll go with him."
Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan ran out of the room. Fang Yingxiong looked at Fang Yan and said, "Uncle Master, can they go with you?"
"Okay, let's go together." Fang Yan said in a cold voice. "Just think of it as improving one's life."
Fang Yan turned to look at Lu Chaoge and said, "It is said that we rich people all eat steak and drink red wine for dinner?"
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