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

After speaking, the boy stopped looking at the people in front of him.

He lowered his head and tapped the forehead of the horrified man with the knuckles in his hand.

"The person who came to collect the bill owes Brother Wang [-], which is more than four days old."

"10 minutes, give the money and leave."

"Over one second, add one hundred."

The boy's tone returned to calm, without any ups and downs.

He pulled a chair from beside him and sat on it.

The arm loosened a little, and then threw the phone in his arms to the panting man.

"Call someone to deliver, or borrow, it's fine."

"I'm only waiting 10 minutes."

"Timing begins!"

Chapter 108 What is dignity in front of fate?

The mahjong parlor, which was originally in full swing, suddenly fell into depression at this moment.

Such an absurd scene was beyond the expectation of everyone present.

When they calmed down, they realized the expressionless boy in front of them.

age, seems very young...

There is only a circle of green fluff on the lips, and the trousers on the body look like a standard school uniform.

However, it is such a small character that is enough to be ignored by everyone.

In just a few seconds, everyone present was suppressed.

Not that kind of imposing oppression.

Rather....

His words, his expressions, his actions...

None of them stopped stating a fact to them.

I dare to kill him, I'm not afraid of death, kind of...try?

Just like that, Tan Jiaping wrapped his arms around Wu Sanwa's neck and sat quietly on the stool.

He looked down at the panicked men in front of him calling one after another.

He didn't say a word, but lightly told the time in the man's ear every 1 minute.

Every time, the man who was sitting on the ground like a dead pig would be terrified.

This invisible but deadly sense of oppression.

Lu Ze, who was looking outside the door, couldn't help shaking his head.

What is Feng Shui in my class?

Why are there freaks everywhere?

Things in the house are not over yet...

When Tan Jiaping counted to the 8th minute.

A well-dressed woman walked in slowly outside the door.

He took out a stack of money from his handbag and threw it on the mahjong table in front of him.

He squinted at Wu Sanwa who was sitting on the ground.

"Hey, you're a bitch today, you were subdued by a little boy, and even asked my old lady to give you money."

"If I hadn't thought about you, my daughter lost her father, my mother wouldn't care about your life or death."

The woman said cursingly, and looked at Tan Jiaping again.

"How old is the kid? Are you so capable? How about being my son-in-law?"

Tan Jiaping didn't speak, got up and strangled the man's neck and dragged two steps forward, and came to the table.

He put the knuckles on the table with his left hand, pinched the money in his hand, bent his body slightly, and began to count.

The woman who saw the boy's action was instantly happy.

"Hey kid, don't count, I'll give you all 2 yuan, and the rest will be a deposit for me to invite you and my daughter to dinner in advance, how about it?"

The boy didn't look up, but quickly counted the money in his hand, then stopped on a certain one, took out a stack and threw it on the table.

After putting the rest of the money into his pocket, he pressed his knuckles against the man's temple as before, dragging him back to the door step by step.

A pair of unwavering eyes locked tightly on the few people in front of him.

Murderous look is complete!

After seeing the boy's movements, Lu Ze turned around and walked into the alley next to him, disappearing himself.

Poking out half of his face, he observed the boy's next behavior.

Not to his surprise, the boy with steady steps dragged the man to the door of the store, then suddenly pushed forward at a certain moment, then quickly turned around, and ran towards the alley at full speed.

Immediately afterwards, several people behind him chased after him, yelling at the boy.

However, after all, the age difference was too great, and in an instant, the vigorous boy disappeared into the alley.

Come without a sound, go without a trace.

Nothing more than that.

After several people returned to the mahjong shop, Lu Ze walked out from the alley.

Looking at the empty alley, he had no choice to continue to follow.

Facing the opposite direction, he walked out quickly with a solemn expression.

[-]:[-] p.m.

Lu Ze, who had returned to school, went around the classroom pretending to be normal.

Tan Jiaping came back at noon.

Now, like the first class in the morning, he is lying on the table and sleeping soundly.

It looks like the students who are lazy and tired of studying on weekdays.

Without looking at the boy, when passing by Liu Xufei and Shen Cheng, Lu Ze raised his hand and gently tapped their shoulders.

Signal the two to go outside the classroom door.

For this new student who was a bit confusing, Lu Ze suddenly became interested in getting to know him better.

So, when the three teachers and students appeared in the corridor together.

Lu Ze gave them the mission simply and clearly.

Liu Xufei came to fix the two bugs.Just like when it was placed on Pei Qian before.

One is in the phone and the other is in the bag.

As for the process, leave it to Shen Cheng.

Industry specializing in surgery.

Lu Ze was not worried about handing it over to these two people.

Sure enough, around four o'clock in the afternoon.

In Tan Jiaping's schoolbag and mobile phone case, two bugs had been quietly put in.

After getting the news, Lu Ze did nothing.

Just sitting on the stool safely, the scene I saw at noon was like playing a movie in my mind.

I kept thinking about the possible reasons in my heart.

Delinquent boy, professional thug?

Committing crimes in gangs, using gangsters to eat gangsters?

Many possibilities kept popping up in my mind, but were quickly overturned.

At noon today, everything Tan Jiaping did, on the surface, was actually very straightforward.

One word, money.

But the action of drawing out 3000 yuan and only taking [-] yuan was endlessly weird.

No more points.

This kind of behavior is not like simply asking for money...

More like, completing a task.

controlled?

This is almost the only answer that fits the facts that Lu Ze can think of.

But if he was really controlled, why would the other party let him study?

All kinds of doubts kept rushing into Lu Ze's mind.

He raised his fingers and rubbed his temples, which were a little tight.

After unscrewing the thermos cup with goji berry and chrysanthemum tea and taking a sip, Lu Ze forcibly dispelled these doubts.

This bastard is starting to make himself feel a little tricky.

But it doesn't matter, if he doesn't believe it, Tan Jiaping will only vote for this one.

In the next few days, I will get into a fight with you...

Lu Ze thought while laughing, took out the phone from his pocket, and sent a message.

"How about new transfer students?"

"The mood... doesn't seem to be very high."

"Give him more counseling. After all, it's his father who made mistakes. He's a bit of a dandy, and his nature is not bad."

Looking at the news that appeared on the phone screen, Luo Wanxing, who was sitting in the office, covered his mouth and smiled.

"I want you to tell me, don't forget, my educational psychology is seven points higher than yours!"

"Forget it, I'd better give up Xiaojia for everyone. Send me here when Rongban is teaching. Boys still have to sharpen and sharpen. Don't lose your heart just because of some accidents."

"Oh? What is Xiaojia? What is everyone?"

Glancing at the jumpy question on the phone screen, Lu Ze grinned.

He raised his hand and sent out two words.

"you guess."

Then he put the phone in his trouser pocket and walked out of the office.

The "film projectionist" in his mind just gave him a reminder message.

Tan Jiaping...sneaked out again....

Same recipe as in the morning.

Lu Ze followed the boy and hurried towards the other direction of the city.

It wasn't until almost five o'clock that they stopped in front of a dilapidated residential building.

The boy standing under the eaves maintained the same posture, melting himself into the darkening night.

Smoked one after another, waiting for more than an hour.

Finally, after a certain drunk who was walking a bit staggered appeared, he took a step towards the other party.

The crisp and neat approach leaves no threat of retreat.

The spoken lines are also surprisingly consistent with the previous ones.