Class Teacher System

If you see anti-theft, don't rush, you'll see the new text one day! So Luban stood up angrily and scolded Renbamboo. He just scolded and couldn't help but shut up, because for some reason, 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.

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?!

Yesterday it rained for a day, and today it was a beautiful foreseeable weather —— at 5: 30, an orange red light emerged from the clouds on the sky, gradually it turned into little bright orange moon teeth, then bright yellow like a salt duck egg, and finally it jumped out of the clouds and lit up the whole heavens and earth.

No matter how many times you look at it, it will be spectacular and quite breathtaking. Class 68 never really watched the sunrise. Every one of the kids made an awesome sound. Everyone took a quick photo, shared the news with their parents and friends with great pleasure, and left a very nice souvenir photo of themselves on the top of the hill.

Though they did not climb the mountains, it was the first time they had been separated from their parents and accomplished on their own. After this climb, the entire class of 68 seemed to have added an invisible form of toughness and solidarity, even climbing alone, and what else could they not do?

Old Ben said that the hardest part is just whining like climbing and gasping, and once you get there, just take a little break or slow down and stick to it. Their lives are like a path to the summit, never allowing them to retreat and give up. When he said this, the chairman's expression was a little gloomy in his smile. He expressed his belief that his class was no worse than anyone else's, and he could never look away. If he does, then punishment and learning are not in place.

All students in class 68: “…” suddenly felt cold all over.

As a result, in the final exam three months later, 68 classes emerged with an amazing third grade average score. When I saw this achievement, I was shocked at the entire sixth grade and even the entire primary school department.

In particular, the language grades of Class 68 went directly from the penultimate grade to the first grade, scaring all language teachers.