"You're talking nonsense!"

Lin Jiajun blushed and hit back at Teacher Wu unwilling to be outdone.

In just a few days since everyone came to this school, there are many rumors about Teacher Zhuang circulating on campus, and they have come into contact with him more or less.

Seeing surprise and whispers flashing across everyone's faces, Teacher Wu knew at a glance that they must have heard something.

However, the school has never responded directly to this matter.

This matter has exploded in the entire design world, so whether he, Wu, talks about it or not, it just leaves Professor Zhuang as the last fig leaf.

"Is it true? You might as well go to the design forums from earlier years and find out."

"Seeing is worse than hearing it in person."

Teacher Wu raised his head proudly and glanced at the male students in front of him.

"How's it going? You classmates, come with the teacher and I to visit the Political and Education Office."

Mo Yan's face was a little hesitant. He didn't know what Professor Zhuang's background was, and he didn't really want to offend one teacher for another teacher.

Lin Jiajun pursed his lips tightly, stared at Teacher Wu, and spoke word by word.

"I don't know what kind of person Teacher Zhuang is, and the school has not issued a notice to prove that Teacher Wu's statement is correct."

"So... please Teacher Wu, please stop saying these confusing words to disturb the students' correct impression of your irresponsible attitude!"

"right!"

"Teacher Wu, please apologize to us!"

…

The students below responded to Lin Jiajun's words in various ways. Teacher Wu skipped class and insulted the students. We couldn't let him get away with it like this.

When get out of class was about to end, the surrounding classrooms were quiet, but the noise in this area attracted the attention of the patrol teacher.

This patrol teacher’s surname is Zhang, and he is a teammate of Teacher Wu.

He had no background and little foundation in the vocational college. When he saw someone with Mr. Wu's status, he was like flies chasing after bad smells, and he quickly met him and fawned over him.

"Teacher Zhang, you came just in time." Teacher Wu waved his hand towards the patrol teacher, instructing him to come over.

"Please register. These students violated class rules and disrespected the teacher." Teacher Wu paused and said, "Report to the Political and Education Office and prepare for demerits."

Teacher Zhang’s smile stopped for a moment. Is it too hasty or too severe to be punished on the first day of school?

Then he thought: This is a relative of the principal. Whatever he does, there will be someone covering him.

He just needs to execute.

Teacher Zhang regained the smile on his face, and nodded and bowed towards Teacher Wu with a dogged look on his face.

"Okay, Teacher Wu, I'll do it right away."

Then, Teacher Zhang turned around, with a livid face, and glanced at Lin Jiajun, Mo Yan and others from top to bottom.

"You guys, come with me."

Seeing things getting worse and worse, the students in the mold design class couldn't stand at all.

They angrily reprimanded Teacher Wu for his unscrupulous behavior, and also scolded Teacher Zhang for his flattery.

Lin Jiajun, Mo Yan and the others also stood firmly in place, refusing to move even a step.

Teacher Zhang felt a little embarrassed all of a sudden. He forcefully pulled Mo Yan's arm and dragged him forward: "I can't cure you little bastards anymore? Come with me quickly."

The students were furious when they saw Teacher Zhang being so domineering. They grabbed Mo Yan's shoulders with both hands and pulled the classmate back.

There was a stalemate between everyone. I don’t know which classmate couldn’t see it. He concentrated his strength on his right foot and kicked Teacher Zhang hard in the butt.

Teacher Wu was also implicated, and his body fell forward. The two hugged each other during the melee and rolled down the curve of the stairs.

⊙△⊙

The students were stunned at the situation in front of them. They dispersed from each other to avoid any suspicion on themselves.

"Who! Who did this? Come forward!"

Teacher Wu stumbled and stood up while holding on to the wall. He was so dizzy from the fall that at one moment he seemed to be dreaming about Tai Nai.

When we were retreating just now, the students, who were tall and long-handed, forced me to give way and gradually pushed Pei Fan out and stood at the head of the first row.

Teacher Wu's angry shouts in a trance seemed to frighten the frail little woman in front of him.

She pretended to be trembling and took a few steps back, accidentally kicking forward the leather shoes that the two teachers had just dropped.

The leather shoes rushed in the same direction like a football being shot.

The knocks landed on the greasy faces and bright heads of Teacher Wu and Teacher Zhang respectively, making people miserable.

"you……"

Teacher Wu had a huge bump on his head. While he gently touched the injured area with his hand, his face twisted into a grin.

He stood up shakily, then reluctantly held on to the handrail and climbed up step by step.

"You're the girl...kicking me...right?"

Teacher Wu had a funny look on his face, and when he heard the faint sneers around him, the anger in his heart reached its peak.

He grabbed Pei Fan's hand and said to her fiercely: "I can ignore other people's punishments, but you must be at school for a serious fault and will be placed on probation!"

Teacher Wu vented all his anger on Pei Fan. He also knew that if he continued to hold a stalemate on those male students, he would probably end up in a bad situation.

But girls are different.

He looked at the weak-looking female student with a low ponytail and fair skin in front of him, and his arrogance gradually grew in his heart.

For persimmons, look for soft ones.

pity…

Teacher Wu will pay the price for his stupidity.

Pei Fan clamped down on Teacher Wu's wrist with his backhand, and turned it over bit by bit in a twisted posture.

The girl smiled softly, as if she were a harmless animal: "Teacher Wu, do you want to listen to what you are saying? Did your little brat say the wrong thing?"

pain!

it hurts!

What the hell kind of power is this?

A national champion weightlifter?

Teacher Wu broke into a cold sweat from the pain. He used all his strength to yell at Pei Fan, but in the end he could only say two words.

"Hands down."

The girl smiled slyly. She deliberately approached Teacher Wu and translated his words loudly.

"What? Teacher Wu, did you say that you jumped in a latrine and passed the dungeon?"

Mo Yan also took the opportunity to intervene and shouted loudly in the corridor: "Students, Teacher Wu apologized to us. He said that he did too much!"

Ridiculous! Simply unreasonable!

Where did Mr. Wu say this?

Moreover, what he said was clearly just two words, how could it be misunderstood into so many words?

"You...fart!" Teacher Wu yelled these words from her throat with all her strength while resisting the pain in her hand bones that was as painful as her heart.

Pei Fan once again competed to be the teacher's little cotton-padded jacket and boldly translated: "Teacher Wu said that we are the heifers of Class 3, not ordinary cows."

Mo Yan: "Passed down, Teacher Wu said that our class is so awesome, like a frog in a steel pipe, they are so awesome!"

Teacher Zhang opened his eyes and took a peek. He saw that even Teacher Wu could not handle these students, and could only take deep breaths from time to time to relieve the pain.

He quickly closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be dead again.

The sky is full of spirits and the earth is full of spirits, can you please not see me?

Probably because God was particularly blessed by Teacher Wu, Pei Fan and his classmates all pointed at him to do it alone.

Teacher Wu hated the students in front of her very much, but she couldn't resist them.

He turned his eyes sideways and looked at Ma Zai, who was pretending to be dead on the ground. His back molars could be used as wall-breakers.

Useless things!

Although it was not the end of get out of class yet, they made quite a noise. The teachers on the same floor always wanted to curry favor with the leaders, so they had already informed the principal to send someone to rescue them.

Teacher Wu really fainted when he was carried away.

The person over there is the principal's right-hand man, the dean of students.

The dean of students is an old man who often treats him with a smile but not a smile. Looking at Teacher Wu, I felt frightened.

This time, Teacher Wu saw the dean of teachers looking at him with a smile and saying:

“Teachers in colleges and universities look down upon their students, and their overwhelming power oppresses and induces them...”
To be continued...