Chapter 164, prepare for a showdown!

The wind was howling and the rain was pouring. The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Countless rain lines seemed like dense arrows, hitting Liu Jing's big bearded face, which looked fat and pale because he had been hiding in the studio for a long time to do scientific research.

Everyone has been wet from the rain. Even if they sometimes feel it is cold, they rarely feel that it will bring pain.

However, Liu Jing clearly felt it this time. He felt his skin and his heart.

The hairs all over his body stood up, and every muscle in his body stretched to the extreme. The rain was so sharp and sharp that it made his face look like a honeycomb.

"Ah-----" He opened his mouth, but didn't know if there was any sound. It was like a silent art film, his ears were already lost.

There are only flowing pictures in his world, but there is no corresponding dubbing. The sound of wind, rain, and leaves all disappeared.

He tried hard to raise his head, he wanted to see the man on the roof who wanted to end it all---

However, his vision was blocked by the increasingly huge water tank, which looked heavier and heavier.

Bang!

The water tank pressed his body underneath, and half of the body was flattened.

The starter on the front of the car was sparkling, which was his weak struggle and roar. However, the wind and rain were strong, and the sporadic sparks were soon destroyed.

Perhaps because of nervousness and fear, Liu Jing was still holding the big black umbrella in his hand tightly before being knocked down.

While his arm was smashed by the water tank, the umbrella handle was also broken. The umbrella cloth with the broken handle finally broke free from its restraints and rolled and floated in the wind and rain. It was like a small black flower that someone picked and abandoned.

Gaga-----

Because of this huge vibration, several cars in the nearby parking spaces shouted. The harsh alarm sounded throughout the sky.

A resident pushed open the window, poked his head out and glanced at the ground, shouting sharply: "The water tank on the roof fell -----"

"Whose car has been smashed---Go and see whose car has been smashed----"

"It's dead-----come people come soon------"

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The black shadow on the roof took out a monocular telescope from his arms, and he pulled the telescope apart, and Liu Jing's bloody face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Frightened! Resentment!

Still die with your eyes open!

Of course, for them, the most important thing is that Liu Jing died completely.

The black shadow reached out and raised his hand to his eyebrows and gave a not-standard military salute, then turned around and left. This would soon become a dangerous place for the second scene.

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Bang-----

The office door was knocked open.

Jiang Zhuliu shouted urgently: "Liu Jing is dead. Liu Jing was smashed to death."

Jiang Longtan stood in front of the office window, holding a book of Heart Sutra in his hand and was chanting gently. His expression was calm and his expression was peaceful.

"Dad, do you know?" Jiang Zhuliu said anxiously. "Liu Jing is dead. He just ran to the office and had a quarrel with you. You just fired his squid--he died."

Jiang Longtan closed the scriptures, turned around and looked at Jiang Zhuliu, and said, "I understand."

"You-----" Jiang Zhuliu looked at his father who was so calm that he was almost strange and said, "Did you have no other reaction?"

"What kind of reaction should be?" Jiang Longtan asked.

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"I have known each other for many years, and Liu Jing is still a good person." Jiang Longtan said. "He is one of my few friends---I recited the Heart Sutra for him when Lu Mingtu died. Now that Liu Jing has left, I recite the Heart Sutra for him. I hope they can walk peacefully and have no pain in the Pure Land-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"But, aren't you afraid of the gossip outside?" Jiang Zhuliu said in a panic. "I just came back from outside. Many people said that this matter had something to do with you, and said-----"

"I still said I did it?" Jiang Longtan asked calmly.

"Yes." Jiang Zhuliu said. "You said you were cutting off dissidents. First, you made Lu Mingtu, and now you made Liu Jing, in order to achieve your goal of controlling the Longtu Group with one hand----"

Jiang Longtan laughed and said, "If I really have such a purpose---Is this kind of movement too much?"

"-------" Jiang Zhuliu's expression was angry and his face turned pale, but Jiang Longtan looked calm and gentle, as if he had just died, it was just an irrelevant thing.

Only at this moment did he realize that compared to his father, who usually doesn't talk much, he is too young.

Jiang Longtan held the Heart Sutra, carefully stroked the rough skin with his palms, and said, "They are forcing me. They are forcing me-----"

"dad-----"

"Call Chaoge and ask her to go back for dinner tonight." Jiang Longtan said.

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Lu Chaoge was injured in his legs and feet, so he asked the school for a few days off. However, Fang Yan had good hands and feet, so he still had to teach students normally.

Fang Yan's Chinese class is now a beautiful landscape in the school. Since class one followed the trend and started to conduct situational teaching, other Chinese teachers no longer put on airs and tried their best to make their classroom lively, mobilize students' interest in participation and improve their learning ability as much as possible.

Moreover, the bet made by Fang Yan and Zhang Yu, a Chinese teacher in Class 1, spread throughout the school under the publicity of those who are interested. Students in the two classes will compete for the total and average scores in the next major test. The loser will recite an apology written by the winner on the school radio.

Zhang Yu is a famous teacher of Zhuque, and Fang Yan is the popular king of the school. One represents an old-fashioned teaching model, and the other is a practitioner and promoter of various teaching.

The final exam is about to be held in one week. Who will be the real champion of this exam? Who will win the real honor?

You should know that this time it is not only a personal ability competition between Fang Yan and Zhang Yu, but also a question of which is more suitable for survival of classical teaching methods or new teaching methods.

Most people are more optimistic about Zhang Yu because Zhang Yu is a senior teacher in the school. More importantly, his students are all elites in the same high school entrance examination. From the perspective of comprehensive quality, the students in Class 1 are far higher than those in Class 9.

"Class One is now conducting pre-exam simulation training. Zhang Yu has released fourteen test papers for the big exam to help students guess questions. The students in Class One work very hard every day. Zhang Yu used the despicable question sea tactic to win - Teacher Fang, do we really don't have to do anything?" Huang Haoran said with a worried look on his face.

He is the Chinese class representative of Class 9. Class 9 and Class 1 bet, so he naturally has to lead the way. Not only does he have to find ways to mobilize everyone's morale, but he also needs to inquire about the opponent's actions and strength through various relationships----

However, when Class One was busy winning this game, their Teacher Fang had no solution at all. It was as if the words that day were just talks, and he had completely forgotten that thing now.

So, Huang Haoran had to take the initiative to communicate with Teacher Fang when the get out of class was over, wanting to find out his true thoughts.

"Is it meaningful?" Fang Yan asked with a smile. "If you rely on hard work to win this game, have you really remembered it? Can you put what you have learned into practice? Can you make this knowledge a culture and a gene flow open into your blood and merge with you? We don't need to do anything. I believe you are the final winners."

"Teacher Fang-----" Huang Haoran was so moved.

"Okay. Go back to class." Fang Yan said.

"Teacher Fang, don't worry, we will definitely not disappoint you."

"I said, I believe you." Fang Yan nodded and said. "By the way, remember to convey what I just said to my classmates-----"

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When Fang Yan came back, Lu Chaoge stood in front of the window and watched the scenery.

She had no expression on her face, and there was something in her eyes that Fang Yan couldn't understand but was heartbroken.

Fang Yan put away his umbrella, walked to Lu Chaoge, and asked, "Why don't you go in and sit? Your legs are not completely healed yet, so you can't stand for too long----What do you want to eat at night?"

"Liu Jing is dead." Lu Chaoge said.

"What?" Fang Yan was shocked. At noon, they sat together and chatted, and he even sent him to the entrance of the small courtyard.

He also told him that it was windy and rainy outside, so be careful.

He just went out to take two classes, and before one article was finished, how could a living person be gone? Is life so fragile?

Fang Yan's expression became severe and he said, "They are now crazy and completely lost their minds."

"They want me to lose my mind." Lu Chaoge said.

"So, the more we need to stay calm."

"Jiang Zhuliu called me and asked me to go home for dinner tonight." Lu Chaoge said.

"At this time, letting you go back for supper, it proves that Jiang Longtan is going to show off with you." Fang Yan said. "Your legs and feet are inconvenient, so I'll go with you?"

"Okay." Lu Chaoge said: "You go with me."

Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan ran out of the room. Fang Yingxiong looked at Fang Yan and said, "Uncle Master, let's go with you too?"

"Okay, let's go together." Fang Yan said in a cold voice. "Just treat it as improving life."

Fang Yan turned around and looked at Lu Chaoge and said, "It is said that you rich people eat steak and drink red wine for dinner?"
Chapter completed!