Jiang Hui was finally led away by Stark class leader, who asked Lu Jin a lot of questions and even seemed more nervous than Jiang Hui himself.

Lu Jin didn't ask any more questions. He explained to Stark's class teacher in more detail, which even gave Jiang Hui a vague illusion that he was the real master.

Finally, Lu Jin took Jiang Hui's report and said it was to be sent to the public prosecutor's office so as not to affect the filing. He told Jiang Hui that he would go to the medical office for an examination when he had time in the future to see how to treat it, and then left.

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Only Stark and Jiang Hui were left.

The other party has always had this serious look, and even his laughter seemed to be restrained, but the almost depressive atmosphere now really made Jiang Hui slightly nervous.

And she couldn't understand why this person was so nervous about her affairs. He didn't seem to be such a meticulous person.

Jiang Hui followed the other person for a while, and suddenly the person in front stopped and said, "Your father used to be just like you."

Jiang Hui was stunned. This is... her father... the original father?

Did Mr. Stark know his father?

"It's normal that you don't recognize me. I only saw you once when you were one month old, and I didn't expect to see you again more than ten years later." And the idiot who showed off his child with a smile is no longer there.

Stark couldn't help but hold up his hat. The veins on his hands were exposed, but his shoulders and back were still straight.

A friend... a friend... of his father Jiang Hui... Jiang Hui suddenly remembered the marching record book. It seemed that a comrade named "Dan" was repeatedly mentioned in it, and he seemed to have a very good relationship with him.

The class teacher’s name is Don Stark. It shouldn’t be the same person, right?

The more Jiang Hui thought about it, the more he felt itchy, so he couldn't help but asked tentatively: "Dan?"

Stark's hand on the brim of his hat paused, and finally he couldn't help but turned around and said, "You should call me Uncle Tang. Your stupid father has been calling me wrong for so many years, and he can't even pronounce his name properly."

Nian, now you are also leading the bad side."

Jiang Hui was dumbfounded by the scolding. She said she was just trying it out, but it turned out to be true. Moreover, this was the name written by Jiang's father, and she didn't know whether it was right or wrong...

But now she finally knew that class leader Stark and Jiang's father were old acquaintances, the comrade "Dan" or should I say Tang who appeared repeatedly in the marching record book.

After coming out of Lu Jin's place, Jiang Hui once again lamented how small this world is. He turned around and met an old friend from his parents' generation. Although even the original person himself had only "seen" each other once during the full moon.

"Okay, I'll settle the matter with you later. You should go to training now, it's been too long." After exposing this relationship, Stark's tone seemed to be less polite to Jiang Hui, and more casual.

It was also more stern. This tone made Jiang Hui couldn't help but feel a little tense.

"Also, you should call me Teacher Stark or the class teacher at school." The other party seemed to be ruthless. So... does this mean that you should call me uncle when you are not in school?

After that, Jiang Hui received no response from Uncle Tang. The other party hurriedly led her through many areas of the campus, and finally arrived at the training ground belonging to Class 89983-2.

The people there have been waiting for a long time. Actually, it can't be said that they are waiting. The class teacher Stark arranged for the students to stand in a military posture at a fixed point.

As for whether he was lazy or not, we now know. Mr. Stark’s class teacher put Jiang Hui aside, then started to flip through the video records, and clicked on the names of more than ten or twenty people in a row. When many names were called, they immediately revealed their faces.

With expressions of surprise and guilt, these are the people who secretly moved their hands and feet while standing in a military posture just now.

Even those with just a slight flick of the fingers were caught out, and no one was missed.

"No matter how big or small your movements are, if you move once just now, you will run ten extra laps. If you move more than five times, it will be doubled on this basis. You can decide how much you want. But if you run less, you already know it, so I think there is no need to emphasize it again.

Already."

One lap of this playground must be at least two thousand meters, ten laps is twenty kilometers, fifty laps double is two hundred kilometers... This is a pace that will kill people.

Generally speaking, the playground of a junior college is only two hundred meters long, and the standard running standard is about twenty or thirty kilometers. If a student can run fifty kilometers, he or she is training to death. But no one present ever thought that fifty kilometers might just be possible in this intermediate school.

At the beginning of the academy, they could not imagine how harsh it would be in the future.

Therefore, even if they were jealous and afraid of Leader Starkban, they could not help but protest softly with the resentment in their hearts.

"Is it possible for a human to achieve two hundred kilometers?"

"I didn't move just now. It's just that something fell down and blinded my eyes, making me confused and my instincts were shaking..."

"I won't die after running, right? My parents sent me to school to learn how to operate a mecha, not to run circles." Brother, you can say it louder.

"What are you doing? Isn't this meant to torture us?" Then do you dare to keep your voice a little lower?

…

All the students who violated the rules were very dissatisfied with this decision and started talking about everything. Seeing that Stark didn't say anything, they became more aggressive and their voices became slightly louder.

Uh... From Jiang Hui's perspective, she was completely stiff now, not daring to move, because in her direction she saw Stark's hands behind his back clenched into fists, veins emerging, and his mood was not as good as he appeared on the surface.

calm.

Do these people really want to continue talking? Are they crazy to confront the teacher like this?

"Then did I ask you to move? What did I say when I walked away just now? Didn't you think I couldn't see it, so you moved around at will against the order? Now that you are discovered, you will naturally have to pay the price. There is nothing to say.

, I have some opinions based on what you said..."

Everyone froze immediately, not because of Stark's indifferent words, but because the other party had one hand behind his back and stared at them. A chilling intent that could only be experienced in the rain of bullets on the battlefield was directed at everyone.

Come on, this time it's without reservation, instead of the previous feeling of reserved warning.

"I said that if you want to study in my class, you must follow my rules. If any of you have any objections or dissatisfaction, you can pack your bags and get out of here immediately. As for whether you can find another class to accept you,

That's your own business. Anyway, if you don't want to do it, don't disturb other students here."

The cold and harsh words struck down, causing all the students in Class 2 to feel a shudder in their hearts. This time it was not the tentative attitude with a sense of luck like before, but a genuine awe.

Because at that moment, they really felt from this class teacher an extreme murderous intention that could only be nurtured by bathing in blood, tears and gunpowder smoke.


Chapter completed!