Show off the whole class of scumbags, you call this the head teacher

Watching the man on the podium carrying things out the door.

The students swarmed up.

Those who grab the papers grab the papers, and those who read the transcripts read the transcripts.

Such a scene has never appeared in the previous class thirteen.

But this time, this group of children who used to get dizzy when they read a book actually began to have some expectations for the result.

It seems that this transformation is indeed deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

No one wants to be covered in dirt all the time.

Everyone wants to be open to the sun's rays.

If you are very resistant or evasive in certain periods.

In the final analysis, it is all because of the wrong angle of illumination.

Looking at the frolicking and noisy scene in front of him, Zhao Li didn't get up in a hurry.

Sitting on the seat and thinking for a while, grinning, his right hand quietly took out the knuckle cover from the table frame and put it on, and then quickly inserted it into the large sleeve of the school uniform.

He raised his left hand and was about to pat Tan Jiaping on the shoulder.

Unexpectedly, the boy opened his eyes in an instant.

He glanced at him coldly.

"Where can I sneak out of the school?"

"what?"

"Don't tell me you haven't been out, have you?"

The boy sneered, and took out a black stick-shaped object about the length of a palm from his schoolbag.

Put it in your trouser pocket.

"Heh..." Zhao Li narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The right hand hidden in the school uniform clenched into a fist, and then let go.

She pouted towards the door.

"Come on, I'll take you there."

Tan Jiaping didn't speak, followed Zhao Li silently, and walked out of the classroom together.

Along the long corridor, across the stone-paved square.

The two arrived at a place in the northeast corner of the playground one after the other.

There is a small building there, and behind the building is a wall about two meters high.

For many students in No. 23, this is the best place to get away.

Before Lu Ze came, Zhao Li naturally visited countless times.

So, he brought Tan Jiaping here.

Is it to help him leave school?

of course not!

If just breaking the pen holder can completely scare Zhao Li into obedience.

Then there is no need for him to be the squad leader.

The reason why he brought Tan Jiaping here was to find a secret and spacious place to deal with the problem.

In class thirteen, such a dragging person is not allowed to exist.

If you play violence to me, then use violence to solve the problem!

So, looking at Tan Jiaping who was still looking at the wall in front of him, Zhao Li calmly lit a cigarette.

He raised his finger and pointed to the pile of bricks beside him.

"This can be flipped out."

Tan Jiaping nodded, without looking at Zhao Li again, he took two steps back.

Just as he was about to start the run-up, a joking voice rang in his ears.

"You can turn it over, but I didn't let you turn it over...".

Tan Jiaping stopped, turned his neck a little stiffly, glanced at Zhao Li on the right, and didn't speak.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm the class monitor. If you want to leave school, I won't let you. This is Yu Gong."

"On the first day we met, I greeted you well. If you give me a SB, I feel very upset, so I don't let you go out. It's personal."

Zhao Li played with the cigarette in his hand, and squinted at Tan Jiaping's calm face.

Take two steps forward.

"so......".

There was a "bang", but the words were not finished yet.

The skinny boy who was standing there looking like he was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly a step, right foot propped up, jumped up from the air.

For a few tenths of a second, in Zhao Li's suddenly widening eyes.

His right leg was bent, and a simple knee bump, Zhao Li, who was unable to react in the future, was knocked straight and fell to the ground.

After landing smoothly, the boy didn't even take a breath.

Coming to Zhao Li's side, he picked up the knuckles that fell on the ground, and put them back into his trouser pocket.

"A lot of nonsense."

After shaking his head and muttering something, he took two steps back.

After running a few steps at full speed, he jumped under the wall, and his hands were like iron tongs firmly grasping the top of the wall.

With a little effort, the whole person easily turned out of the wall.

"Fuck...".

Zhao Li, who covered his shoulders and bared his teeth, cursed secretly.

After lying on the ground for a while, he got up with a displeased face, and walked into the classroom in silence.

at the same time.

office.

Sitting on a chair and listening to Peking Opera with his eyes closed, Lu Ze suddenly took off his earphones.

After frowning and looking out the window, he opened the drawer beside him, took out a hat and put it on his head.

He hurried out the door.

At the intersection of Xihua Street, Tan Jiaping, who had just slipped out of school, crossed the road as if no one was around.

He didn't realize that a figure flashed out of the electric pole behind him, his head was buried a little low, a cigarette was held between his fingertips, and he followed behind him calmly.

Walk slowly towards an urban-rural junction in the southwest of Rongcheng.

It was less than 10 o'clock, and the whole city was still gradually waking up.

The teacher and the student walked through the alleys that gradually became clear in the morning mist.

Passing by several muddy vegetable markets.

Just keep going, keep going.

until almost noon.

Finally, he stopped in an unknown alley full of waste water from vegetables, dilapidated houses, and messy wires on a certain road.

The place where Tan Jiaping settled down was a front room with no signboard but an open door.

Lu Ze, who was standing in a hidden corner not far away, glanced in.

I saw about seven or eight people sitting scattered inside, surrounded by two tables, with cigarettes in their mouths, swearing, playing mahjong enthusiastically.

What is he doing here?

Lu Ze frowned.

He didn't choose to move forward, but still waited and watched.

store front.

Tan Jiaping looked inside twice as if looking for something.

Then he took off his school uniform and threw it on the cardboard box beside him, wearing only a whitish T-shirt.

Calmly and calmly walked in from the mahjong parlor.

I saw the figure of the boy disappearing little by little.

Lu Ze also leaned out from the corner,

Quickly cross a "creek" formed by sewage in front of you.

Came to the door of the mahjong hall, leaned against the wall, chose a posture that was not easy to be found, and looked into the room.

The doubt was broken the moment he finally saw the situation in the room clearly.

He saw that boy who was so calm just now.

At this moment, he was standing behind a man with a full face and a cropped cut.

There is no extra emotion on the face.

Just quietly looking at the pile of cards in front of the man, like a passerby with nothing to do.

However, this is only the perspective of passers-by.

A few minutes later, when the game was finally over.

The man cursed and pushed away the pile of cards in front of him, and was about to reach for the cigarette not far away.

The accident happened suddenly.

The thin boy suddenly made a strange arc at the corner of his mouth.

He took a light step forward, bent his right arm, and wrapped it around the man's neck in milliseconds.

Then tighten it tightly and pull it back vigorously.

With a "bang", the man was smashed onto the brick-paved ground by the man and the chair.

"Fuck!"

"What are you doing!"

"Angkor!"

The other three people on the same table stood up suddenly, swearing and threatening to rush towards Tan Jiaping.

The whole face of the man lying on the ground was red from being strangled, he raised his weak hands, and kept struggling to break the boy's arm, but it was of no avail.

The legs left with nowhere to rest were kicking wildly on the ground.

"Don't move."

Facing the fierce men in front of him, the young man grinned lightly.

Quickly, he took out the knuckles he had seized from Zhao Li from his pocket.

Aim the upper tines at the temple of the man in his arms.

"Don't move, don't call the police, this is between me and Wu Sanwa."

"Just watch it, whoever breaks the rules, I will die with him."

The boy's voice was like an ice field, instantly covering the small mahjong parlor.

The indifference and decisiveness between the words make people unable to help but fight a cold war.

"Damn life, don't bet with me."