"Teacher Zhang, I want to report a situation to you."

Zhang Xushao raised his eyes and saw an unknown student standing across the table in front of him.

"What's going on?"

"A student from your sports school hit my classmate, you have to deal with it."

Zhang Xushao frowned: "Hit your classmate? Which school are you from?"

"Jiangwei School."

"Where is your teacher?"

"Our teacher is leading the students to participate in the competition." What Wan Feng said was a lie. He hadn't had time to tell the teacher.

"Look, I'm so busy right now, I can't take care of this matter."

Wan Feng, who had a calm expression on his face, immediately frowned. Is this a human thing to say? You are busy and you can't control it?

"Teacher Zhang! I think your attitude is very problematic. Is this the attitude a teacher should have?"

Zhang Xushao originally thought that he would be able to dismiss the opponent with just a few words. Fighting among sports school students was a common occurrence and he usually hardly restrained them at all. In his words, how could people who engage in sports succeed if they don't have a flammable personality?

But now a primary school student actually questioned him.

Zhang Xushao said with an unhappy expression: "What's wrong with my attitude? There is such a big issue here, can I leave it to deal with your little matter?"

A trivial matter? He dared to say it was a trivial matter.

"Your student robbed my classmate's property and then beat him. You said it was a small matter? Okay! You said you don't care, right? Then I'll go to the police station to report the crime. I don't believe the police don't care." After saying this, Wan Feng turned around.

Just leave.

He still doesn't believe it. Does this count as robbery? If it counts, it's a big deal! If it doesn't count as robbery, the police can't do anything to these students when they come, but they can still criticize education as disgusting and disgusting sports schools. He doesn't believe that Warrior Middle School doesn't want to do anything.

reputation.

Zhang Xushao couldn't sit still when he heard about the robbery and then when he heard that Wan Feng was going to call the police. The students from the sports school have indeed caused a lot of trouble outside. The local police station has warned him several times that if things get bigger,

Maybe he'll go to a juvenile detention center.

Zhang Xushao quickly stood up and caught up with Wan Feng in a few steps: "I'm going to see what's going on."

When they arrived at the scene of the incident, Wan Feng pointed at Jiang Jun who was still lying on the ground and said: "My classmate was selling popsicles. Your student took more than ten popsicles from my classmate without giving him any money. My classmate was beaten when he asked for money. I think

Do you know if this is a sports school or a bandit den?"

Wan Feng was slapped with a big label when he came up. If I don't give him an explanation, I won't be finished today. Don't use bean bags as dry food. The village chief is not a cadre.

"Ah! This classmate sells popsicles? Selling is not allowed in school, especially students..."

"Teacher Zhang! Don't interrupt, okay? It's not about whether you can sell things on campus. It's about eating without paying and beating people. Is this considered robbery? Don't divert your attention with useless nonsense."

Wan Feng didn't give Zhang Xushao any face, and there was no way to talk about him.

Zhang Xushao thought for a moment, if this kid insists on robbery, this matter will be really troublesome.

"Then how do you want to deal with it?"

"What I mean is very simple. The student who hit him should apologize to my classmate and then compensate him for all material and mental losses. This matter can be dismissed."

Wan Feng's request is actually very simple. There's nothing wrong with beating someone and apologizing, right? Compensation for lost items is also a matter of course.

He didn't plan to make a big fuss. He was just here to ask for an explanation.

Now that the ball has been kicked in front of Zhang Xushao, it's up to him how to solve the problem.

"Actually, this is what happened. A few students from the sports school originally offered money, but the popsicle seller couldn't give him change. So a few people from the sports school said they would go back to the dormitory and give him the change. But the student said no, both of you

He argued for a few words and didn't do anything, I can testify."

At this time, someone suddenly said this.

Wan Feng took a closer look and saw that the person speaking was actually Zhu Lao Er.

You bastard, you just took six popsicles from me and I admitted it. Now you show up again to give false evidence. You really think I am a kid at home and easy to fool!

"Are you telling the truth?" Wan Feng asked expressionlessly.

Zhu Laoer's eyes widened: "What I say is true means it is true."

What you say is true. Do you think I am an idiot?

Wan Feng's eyes turned to the sports school students: "Is what he said true?"

The little guy with the crew cut still looked arrogant: "Of course it's true."

"Very good. The way to prove authenticity is very simple. Take out your big bill that can't be changed and have a look."

Where did those students from the sports school get the big tickets? They didn't even know if they had one of the small tickets, so naturally they couldn't get them out.

"Can't you take it out? That proves that you are lying. So now there are only two ways. One is to apologize and pay for the losses. Today's incident is over. The other is that I go to the police station to report the case and let the police solve it."

Zhang Xushao thought for a moment and said to those people from the sports school: "Go over and apologize to them, and then see how much money you can give to them."

You and your students twisted their bodies to be reluctant, but they still went to Jiang Jun to apologize.

Next is counting the losses.

There were seventeen popsicles that melted on the ground, plus the ten students ate them, there were twenty-seven popsicles in total, which cost fifty-four cents.

"In addition to the mental loss suffered by my classmate, you will have to pay one yuan in compensation."

Isn't this extortion? After all, Jiang Jun is only fourteen or fifteen years old. If there is any psychological shadow, such as depression, it will be a big problem.

Although people in the 1980s had no idea what depression was.

Several sports school students stared at each other, obviously they couldn't raise a dollar.

"You don't even have a dollar? Without money, how can you develop your martial arts all day long?" Wan Feng said sarcastically.

In the end, Zhang Xushao took out his wallet to compensate Jiang Jun for his loss.

Zhang Xushao still had something to do, so after paying the money, he glanced at Wan Feng with a gloomy look and hurried away.

Seeing that the matter was over, Xiao Pingtou from the sports school looked at Wan Feng with an evil look: "Boy, what's your name?"

Wan Feng tilted his head and looked at Xiao ChunTou: "What are you doing! Do you want to take revenge on me and beat me up? If you touch me, I will lie on the ground. You still have to pay for it. Do you have money?"

When Qian Xiaopingtou was mentioned, he immediately became short of breath.

"Don't you have money? What fight will you fight if you don't have money? Remember in the future, when you meet me again, even if you want to beat me, you must first feel in your pocket and prepare the money. If you don't have money, don't mess with me. You can't afford it.

, get up and let’s go.”

Jiang Jun stood up from the ground and pulled away the scattered popsicles.
Chapter completed!