Class Teacher System

If you see a burglar, don't rush, you'll see a new text one day!

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 was left to look at it coolly. 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 Department of Education, and he seemed pretty good?” Renbamboo asked coldly.

Lubanbanbang seemed to have found his way up the hill in a flash, and he hurried up and said, “Yes, my father is 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.

Ning Hun: According to his professional deduction, this Renbamboo man is absolutely a must-have and can't see a bit of sand in his eyes. So the question is, was he so vulgar before, is he all pretending?!

After eating, he didn't forget to stare at his students and Ren Teacher and force them to sell a bowl of chicken soup: “Don't look at me like that, and you don't want to think about it. Although I don't look good in this bowl, it's a real bowl of rice. And it tastes good, to be honest, and there's a lot of people in the world who want to eat a bowl of rice like me that's incredibly hard, and they can only eat black buns of coarse grain and even starve. I would never waste food, which is the most basic respect for those who are hungry and poor, as well as those who produce food, believing that you, the younger teenagers who are about to become junior high school students, will not waste food, right? ”

The children are definitely one of the best neglected and incited groups in the world, and after listening to the tutoring and teaching of their own psychological teachers, a very firm face dried this bowl of chicken soup. Show them in action that they have absolutely no leftovers, cherish the food!

Watching the whole process go by: “…” This man came to their school as a psychological counselor so brilliant, he should open a marketing organization, absolutely spread the countless members for a few months to become a billionaire rhythm.

Ning Hun felt Ren Bamboo's complicated gaze. Turning his head, he smiled at the teacher, Evil Mei: “What do you think? Am I good? Handsome?”

Ren teacher thinks that although the psychological capacity is good and can speak, the brain is mostly sick.

Soon, the lunch ended in a pleasant atmosphere, and then, when most of the students had to wipe their oily lunch boxes with paper towels and shove them in their backpacks, Zhou Lai suddenly took out a cleaning artifact - a super convenient dish towel. He rubbed his greasy lunch box clean with the astonishing eyes of the whole class. As for the convenient dish towel, he reached out his hand and washed it with rainwater. It was washed in a moment!

Everyone has expressed interest in this magical dish towel. “This suggests that Zhou Lai already thought about this situation and was prepared for climbing," said the teacher. Apparently, he beat you at this point. ”

When people heard this, they nodded, and there was a hidden discomfort, and they still had a powerful killer who didn't take it out! We'll find out by night! After inspiring everyone and explaining the distance and precautions for rainy weather, class 68 students started climbing again. Most of the students were wearing raincoats or umbrellas, and after all, the parents would pay a lot of attention to that, but there were still three people in class 68 who didn't have an umbrella.

These three men are Chow Lei, Mao Tian Tian, and Luban Ban.