Class Teacher System

Luban Ban, as a super bear child who has dominated the entire primary school for six years, to the sixth grade what is the big whole event, how many times a boy in his class has to call him the boss every day, can be said to be a king of Kingsley private school that manages the air. For him, the entire class of 68 is his private place, not only should all students listen to him, listen to his commands, even the entire sixth grade teacher should treat him like a prince and follow him, in order to avoid the fate of being expelled.

In fact, most teachers do the same. Every teacher has never had a bright and upright criticism of Luban Ban in the classroom, and he would not consciously like him. After all, the father is the current director of the Beijing Municipal Education Bureau, and the director's words can determine the fate of a teacher. Even the headmaster is going to tease the prince a few points.

So, Lubanban traveled from first grade to sixth grade, and he didn't realize he was a bear child at all. Instead, I think the whole school should listen to him. That's what Scripture and Earth mean. Now that the school is listening to him, writing homework is never part of his plan. It can be said that Luban Ban hasn't written an assignment in six years. And even so, his grades are top notch, don't think he's a genius or anything, it's just that he gets a standard answer before every exam.

After six years of not writing homework, such a little bully suddenly heard the words "handover homework”. At that moment, it was almost doubtful about his life. He suspects that the male teacher in front of him was smashed in the head yesterday, which is why he will say his homework like this today.

So Luban stood up angrily and scolded Renbamboo. He just scolded and couldn't help but shut up, because he suddenly felt a little cold all over his body.

Luban Ban shut his mouth and the entire 68th Ban quietly seemed to hear the gold needle landing. Afterwards, the crisp, uncovered and ridiculous voice belonging to the class director of Class 68 appeared extremely clear.

“This is the first time I've heard students say that their teachers are sick and so honest that they don't write their homework. ”

Lu Banbang smiled and wanted to talk, but he was allowed to take a cool look at it. He suddenly felt stiff and his head was all messed up and he couldn't say anything at all.

“I heard your father was the director of the education bureau, and he seemed pretty good?” Renbamboo asked coldly.

Luban Ban seemed to have found his way up the hill in a flash, and he hurried up and said, “Yeah, my dad's Lu Xu! How dare you let me write my homework knowing who my father is? Don't you want to hang out in this business anymore? ”

Ren Zhu heard a satisfying smile in the corner of his mouth. Ning Hun saw this smile and his eyes slightly squinted. Then he saw Ren Zhu's trench coat pocket revealing a corner of the silver phone. Oh, a cunning fox.

“Oh, but in that case, I don't get it. How can you blaspheme your father, insult his teacher and not write his homework when he's a director of education? Didn't your father teach you how to respect your teacher? Your dad didn't teach you, so your mom didn't teach you? If your mom and dad don't have the ability to teach you that, then you always have Grandpa and Grandpa, right? So many relatives didn't teach you how to respect your teacher to come to school, that makes me wonder too much about your family tutoring. If even your own son can't teach, then how did your father become director of education? Oh, I hear your family is rich. You're wearing all these big foreign brands. Four or five grand, right? That's half a month's salary. ”

Luban Ban was not good at learning, but instinctively, he still heard the malice in Renbamboo, and he shouted out on the spot: "You poor bastard! If you know my house is rich, why are you making fun of me? My family teaches me well. My whole family says I can do whatever I want without my homework. How dare you bother me?! You know, my dad gets more respect every day than you get a month! Listen to me sooner, or I'll let my father drive you straight! You know what, asshole? ”

Luban Ban awoke, his little brother around him also moved with stupidity. One or two pricks directly followed him in scolding Ren Bamboo. Soon, Class 68 became confused. Zhou Leiyi was the only one in the class who looked at Renbamboo somewhat worried. After watching Renbamboo, his eyes at Luban Ban were full of gloom and a slight smile. This big idiot, you can tell from what he just said, his dad must be corrupt. He might be able to start with that.

Ning Hun, who stood outside the door at this time, was also interested. He wondered what the young man would do next to stabilize the mess. You know, even the teachers dare to beat these bear children. He's afraid of just calling it a broken throat at this time, and no one will listen to him.

As a result, the next moment, Ning Hun and Zhou Lai saw a scene that almost dropped their eyeballs.

Ren Zhu directly copied the blackboard on the desk and rubbed it against Lu Xiaofat without saying a word! And that blackboard wipe was like Little Lee Flying Knife hitting Lubanbanbang from his forehead to the center of his chin, and he shot a white rectangle directly on his face.

All students in class 68: w (0x0) w (0x0) w w (0x0) w w (0x0) w!!

[You trigger skill: Class Manager's chalk head or something (blackboard wipe)! Student Luban Ban - 150 Physical, - 20 Intelligence. Extra stiff effect for 3 minutes!

Renzhu listened to the system tone and smiled quietly. Then he slowly walked to Lu Xiaofat, who was still stubbornly stiff, and slowly pulled a cold, steel ruler out of his arms, in the eyes of the whole class.

Kids in class: What's wrong with this steel ruler? It looks horrible!

Zhou Lai: Oh, my God, isn't that what he thought?!

Ning Hun: … Suddenly I think of something that made him less happy.

Luban Ban looked at Ren Bamboo's eyes at this time very fierce, but if you look carefully, you can find some fear in his fierce eyes. He was so scared to find himself unable to move, he could only stutter and yell: “What are you doing? You, if you touch me, I'll sue you for corporal punishment. You're going to jail! ”

Ren Bamboo laughed again and grabbed Luban's fat paw with his bear's palm, then hit him hard with a steel ruler in his right hand.

“Ow!! ”

Luban Ban's face was twisted and he was so angry he yelled, "You piece of junk! You dare hit me, you don't wanna live! ”

Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

“Ow! Ow! Ow! ”

“You put it down, you hit me again, and I'll kill you! ”

Bang, bang! Bang, bang! Pfft!

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! My hands are swollen, stop fighting! My dad never hit me like that. You can't die! ”

Bang, bang! Bang, bang! Bang, bang! Pfft!

“Ow, ow, ow, ow! It hurts! It hurts! Stop it! Stop it! My hands are swollen! ”

At this time, after dozens of consecutive beatings, the classroom director finally stopped his palm-beating activities with great mercy. He looked quietly at Lu Kuang's child and asked him, “Do you know what's wrong? ”

Lu Xiaofat saw Ren Bamboo stop, the anger of being beaten again exceeded the pain and fear, and shouted: “Motherfucker! You wait for me to go back and get killed. Ow! ”

Bang, bang! Bang, bang! Bang, bang! Bang, bang! Pfft!

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts! Stop it! Stop it! I was wrong. I was wrong! I'm not gonna kill you. Okay, please don't hit me. It hurts! ”

After more than a dozen consecutive times, Luban felt that his hand was no longer his own. It felt as if moving just a few hundred steel needles had stuck him in pain. He cried tears and wore a piece of chalk grey in the middle of his face, which was ugly and difficult to see directly. For the first time, the bear children in the class saw such a shocking educational scene. Don't tell them to get their boss back. A quiet chicken sat in his position and shrugged his head for fear of being beaten by accident. At this point, they were rolling three words in their hearts--

So horrible, so horrible!!

“You know what's wrong?” Ren Zhu continued to face a faceless question.

Luban nodded wildly: "Got it. Got it. ”

Ren Bamboo nodded: “Okay, so tell me what's wrong with you? ”

Luban Ban: “… ah? ”

Ren Zhu lifted his shiny steel ruler.

“Ahhh! I was wrong. I shouldn't have written my homework, I shouldn't have scolded you, I shouldn't have hit you! I'll never do this again. Leave me alone! ”

Teacher Ren nodded satisfactorily. Then he naturally picked up the blackboard wipe on Luban's desk, turned around and walked back to the podium and opened again with the eyes of the entire class brushing: "Now, check the homework. Take out your homework. ”

Forty-two of 45 children without homework: w (0,0) w w (0,0) w w (0,0) w w (0,0) w!!! What should I do? Horrible. I didn't write my homework last night. Will I be hit by a teacher like Luban Ban!!!

Always insist on writing classes and study commissioners: o-o. What's with the sudden feeling of watching the clouds and seeing the next moon?

Last night I wrote my homework till 11: 00 Zhou Lai: … Luckily I did my homework yesterday. Even if I had a nightmare all night.