"I'm going, what kind of teacher is this? When you retire, take good care of your grandchildren at home. Even if you are rehired, don't harm us! Isn't this driving people like us to death?" Ni Nan said dissatisfied.
"Wang, you are wrong to say that. I think it's good. We can participate more. Compared with the previous teachers, the old dean is more responsible." Qi Wenhua smiled.
"Yes, you are a master, you definitely don't care. I'm out of play, so this subject depends on you."
Wu Xiu glanced at Ni Nan and said mockingly: "It's as if you don't rely on Ahua in other disciplines."
"I… "
"There is a kind of you swear now, in the future other departments will not rely on Ahua.
Ni Nan's mouth opened. He knew his study situation. Basically, he relied on copying and cheating in the exams, so naturally he had to rely on the schoolmaster, Ahua.
"You can do it, don't rely on it? My Ahua, why don't I rely on it?" Ni Nan retorted.
"What's yours? Ah Hua belongs to everyone. I will trouble you Ah Hua in the future." At this time, a student in front turned and said to Qi Wenhua: "A Hua, all belong to the same class. Please help me in the future."
With a helpless expression on Qi Wenhua's face, he said seriously: "If I can help, I will do my best, but-I am my own."
"Hey, those in the corners of the last row, what are you talking about? I'm so happy to say it so everyone can have fun?"
Hearing the sound from the podium, Wu Xiu raised his head and glanced, Qi Baoping was staring at them. He hurriedly took the pen, and looked attentively at the class, and Qi Wenhua and the others hurriedly sat down and listened to the class.
Qi Baoping was very satisfied with Wu Xiu's attitude. He smiled and started to lecture again.
This was the most painful class Wu Xiu took in a day, because it was Qi Baoping's class.
In class, you can’t talk about things that are irrelevant to your study, sleep, or play on your mobile phone, otherwise you will be fined to stand and stand next to the podium to listen to the class.
Wu Xiu originally belonged to a person who slept as soon as he listened to the class. This class was confused, but he had to work hard to stay awake, which made Wu Xiu particularly painful.
Finally, the last class was over, Qi Baoping left with satisfaction, and most of the students looked relieved.
As expected, most of them didn’t study well. When Qi Baoping was “forced” to attend classes, it was naturally miserable. They began to complain: “Oh! They are all a lot of age. How good is it to have grandchildren at home? Come toss us."
"Yes! It's just a junior college, so serious, how good it is to learn from other teachers."
"I thought it would be better not to have the final exams, but now it seems that the old dean's class is not good"...
As school is over, the students have left the classroom one after another.
The Wu Xiu trio also packed their books and prepared to leave. Just as they walked to the podium, a familiar man appeared at the door of the classroom.
Seeing the scar on the man's head, Ni Nan was surprised: "Brother Xiu, did you really hit him?"
"I told you a long time ago, but you didn't believe it." Qi Wenhua said.
"Haha! You guys are finally over, make me wait!"
Hu Jian walked to Wu Xiu and the others with his hands in his pockets arrogantly. At the same time, there were five or six men behind him. He Junzhi didn't know where he came from.
Seeing the raging crowd on the opposite side, Wu Xiu pretended to be confused and asked: "What's the matter? Something?"
"You—" Hu Jian was angry for an instant. He pointed to the scar on his head and said, "Do you think this injury is going to be in vain? Today I will ask for justice."
"Ahem, why am I doing it!" Wu Xiu nodded, and he stepped aside, picked up a chair and walked towards Hu Jian.
"You... what do you want to do?" Hu Jian warned, backing unconsciously.
"Just give you justice!" Wu Xiu glanced at Hu Jian. He put the chair in front of Hu Jian, then squatted down and pointed at Hu Jian, and said to the chair: "That person's head was hurt by you that night. It's time to be fair."
"Wu Xiu, what the hell are you doing?" Hu Jian was even more angry when he saw Wu Xiu completely neglecting himself and even talking to a chair.
"Hush!" Wu Xiu reached out his hand and gestured, and then moved his ear to the chair, pretending to listen to the chair.
"What? You didn't nibble, it was the chair in his dormitory..."
"Mu Xiu..."
"Don't make a noise!" Wu Xiu still said to himself in front of the chair: "Oh! He took it up by himself... I understand, I will tell him."
Wu Xiu nodded, stood up and looked at Hu Jian, and said, "The chair told me that your injury was caused by touching porcelain in your dormitory. Don't frame a good person. It also allows you to excel and be a strong person."
Haha—
Many people around were amused by Wu Xiu's behavior, especially Ni Nan, whose tears were about to burst out.
"Damn, dare to play with me!" Hu Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck me!"
Seeing the people behind Hu Jian rushing towards Wu Xiu, Ni Nan took two steps back subconsciously, but after finding that Qi Wenhua was standing next to Wu Xiu, he also came to Qi Wenhua.
A man hit Wu Xiu with a punch, and Wu Xiu raised his leg and kicked the man's stomach. The man held his stomach in pain and fell.
Another man kicked, Wu Xiu hid sideways, and was kicked to the waist by a man behind him. Wu Xiu stepped back to the side, turned and punched the man on the head.
On the other side, Qi Wenhua had just raised his fist and was punched by the man opposite. The man was about to hit the second punch, and was pushed forward by Ni Nan behind. The man staggered two steps and was hit on the head with a punch by Ni Nan. At the same time, Qi Wenhua kicked the man in the back. Knocked down.
Just as Wu Xiu knocked down a man here, another man sneaked around behind Wu Xiu. The man kicked, seeing Wu Xiu can't hide, suddenly a familiar figure appeared, and the man was knocked down.
"Brother Peng! Why are you here?"
Zheng Peng smiled and said, "I haven't seen you come out after waiting for a long time outside the classroom.
With Zheng Peng's participation, Wu Xiu's side became even more powerful, and within a few moments all the people Hu Jian had brought were knocked down.
All this happened quickly, and Hu Jian didn't seem to react.
"what!"
Hu Jian felt a kick in his stomach. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his stomach, but he was beaten severely in the head. As he fell to the ground, he saw Zheng Peng standing in front of him with a fist.
"Oh! Just this little combat power, scum." Zheng Peng shook his head helplessly at Hu Jian.
"I told you before, why bother?"
Wu Xiu sighed and turned to look at He Junzhi next to him.
He Junzhi had been standing still, which made Wu Xiu even more confused about He Junzhi. But since He Junzhi didn't do anything, Wu Xiu wouldn't take the initiative to provoke him.
After all, there is a powerful old man. In case Wu Xiu fights with him, he is afraid that he will suffer. He Junzhi will suffer first, but he is not familiar with the place, and he will probably suffer in the end.