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

Liu Xufei kneeling on the ground.

The whole person was like a puddle of mud that had been thrown to the ground and trampled upon countless feet.

Being clever is misunderstood by being clever, isn't it just talking about people like me...

Even if, before preparing to do this, so many details have been considered in advance.

I re-registered the QQ number and found someone outside the school to receive the documents.

Knowing that if he used the school's network port, he would definitely be exposed, so he chose to blew himself up directly.

All of this, even if he involved himself, he didn't hesitate at all.

However, it took so long to calculate and prepare for so long.

He missed one thing.

It is precisely because of this incident that he has created the current situation that he regrets endlessly.

In fact, this matter is very simple, he should have thought of it long ago.

That is, he cannot and should not.

Underestimating a teacher's determination and courage to protect his students.

Especially, the teacher's name.

Called Lu Ze...

In the dark night, looking at Lu Zeyuan's back, the light in Liu Xufei's eyes faded inch by inch.

It was not until a long time later that the stunned face finally distorted.

His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were completely wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth curled upwards in an extremely sad arc.

silent cry...

He said, goodbye, boy...

Can it really be... goodbye?

in the school.

After dealing with this matter, Lu Ze silently walked through the corridor and down the stairs.

There is the whistling wind in my ears, and the high platform in the distance is also standing quietly under the night sky.

These newly familiar scenery...

Lu Ze reached into his pocket, took out his phone and glanced at it.

For a moment, he froze in place.

The phone... is not hanging up?

"Heh...", Lu Ze smiled helplessly at the night sky, and then put the phone to his ear.

"Did you hear that just now?"

"Ok......".

"You are the squad leader. I don't need to tell you too much. Just like Liu Xufei, this matter is rotten in my stomach. Do you understand?"

"Got it, Mr. Lu...".

There was no emotion in the boy's tone, like a mechanical puppet being manipulated at will.

Passive and numb.

The call that was not hung up was from Lu Ze calling Zhao Li on the way to school.

The main purpose is to consult with him, who is also a boarding student, about Liu Xufei.

As a result, I was too anxious when I entered the director's office, and put the phone directly in my pocket.

If you forget to hang up, forget to hang up, Lu Ze thought.

He should be able to understand the final entrustment...

This day was the 23th day since Lu Ze came to No. 67 Middle School and officially became the head teacher of Class No. [-].

It's also a Friday.

The end of a busy week, the beginning of relaxation and joy.

But was completely turned upside down by this sudden accident.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Li sat in the dark dormitory in a daze for a long time.

Until the half pack of cigarettes is almost finished.

He suddenly remembered one thing.

If the weekend is excluded, everyone can only stay with him for five days.

five days

In the darkness, the boy sat in front of the windowsill and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, at the moment when he made a decision to break his promise, he raised his head and looked at the faint lights not far away.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Tomorrow morning, you come to school, there is a very important matter, just you and me..."

The boy on the other end of the phone is Song Yu.

Some things can indeed rot in the stomach forever.

But there are some things he can't do.

big deal...

Let's leave together with you.

Days are moving forward little by little.

At noon on Sunday, Lu Ze visited Zhao Li and asked him to find some classmates and prepare some things.

Tonight's evening self-study, you don't have to stay in the classroom.

On the playground, set up the screen, cheer for Wu Naiwen, who has just entered the top 20, and complete the bet he made with Qin Shou not long ago.

"I offer a gift to Huaxia!"

In the countdown, some things should be done one by one.

......

Seven o'clock in the afternoon.

On the playground, the students worked hard all afternoon, setting up a simple stage and moving a few tables to form a rostrum.

Very simple and shabby venue.

Seven thirty.

A school leader, grade director and several teachers in charge of promoting foreign affairs arrived at the scene as scheduled.

In fact, it is a very small activity, and the original school plan was just a formality.

But Qin Shou and Lu Ze formally invited them at the same time.

Thinking that there was nothing to do at night anyway, the group decided to take a look.

Take a look at these two classes, which are one in the sky and one in the ground in everyone's minds, what exactly have been prepared in advance, and they need to be displayed with such fanfare.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

The moonlight began to gradually cover the entire playground.

On the crude stage in the middle of the playground.

Qin Shou's class took the lead.

Walking the stage, standing, props...everything is busy.

Finally, when everything is ready.

Accompanied by the light of several spotlights below the stage, in the center of the stage, a few girls in Hanfu with water sleeves began to twist their waists a little bit to the music.

The sound is thick and soothing.

The dancing postures of several girls also looked quite graceful in the dark night.

Several teachers in the audience nodded at the same time at this moment.

They could tell that the dance the girls danced was the "Flying Dance" with Chinese characteristics.

For students who are immersed in their studies on weekdays, this level can be achieved.

It's amazing enough.

However, it's not over yet.

At the middle stage of the dance, a spotlight suddenly turned to the right.

In the next second, what appeared in front of everyone was a slightly shocking picture.

On the stage on the right, two boys hold a large piece of rice paper, and behind the rice paper stands a boy in Hanfu.

The left hand stands behind the back, and the right hand holds a brush.

Accompanied by the sound of music, he splashed ink with confidence.

More than ten seconds later, when the two students held the rice paper and faced the audience.

Everyone saw the four large characters written above.

"Love me Huaxia".

Show, go on.

Another spotlight cast a circle of light to the left, framing a young man with an elegant figure and free and easy movements.

Accompanied by background music, starting from stage left.

Changquan, Tai Chi, Crane Fist, Drunken Fist...

Those pictures that can only be seen on TV on weekdays have actually appeared in front of everyone today.

Martial arts are also an extremely important element in Chinese history and culture.

"Awesome...", the school leader sitting next to the class director unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of water, then sighed softly.

"This Class [-] of the second year of high school is really all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor. It can be regarded as a good example."

The level director agreed, squinting at Lu Ze who was standing in the distance.

Then he looked at the students in Class [-] sitting on the lawn scattered around.

Shaking his head lightly.

"Self-humiliation".

The voice was very soft, Lu Ze definitely couldn't hear it.

But Zhao Li and Song Yu, who were standing behind the rostrum in charge of logistics services, heard it clearly.

Zhao Li frowned with a somewhat sullen expression, and looked at Song Yu.

Song Yu shook his head, and whispered something in Zhao Li's ear.

In the next second, the doubt in the boy's eyes deepened.

He glanced at the level director, and then at Lu Ze.

Stand still and think.

The short but wonderful tribute performance belonging to Class [-], Grade [-] came to an end when the spotlights went out.

They were naturally greeted with applause and cheers from the audience.

It is indeed not easy to see such a high-quality performance in a small high school.

Even in the hearts of many people, Class 23 of Senior High School no longer needs to appear on stage.

Yiban has raised the quality of the program to this level.