My House of Horrors

The red white paper was thrown on the table with the blood erased from the self-styled singer.

From Chen Gong's entry into the classroom to the student's collapse, the whole process was just a few minutes. No one thought this would happen. It was too sudden.

With his backpack in one hand, Chen Gong looked at the boy who had not fallen in the back row and walked towards Mr. Liu.

“You stand outside!” This is the first time Mr. Liu has ever met such a student. It's too bold, too crazy, completely disdainful of his existence, and openly engages in class.

“Teacher, you can punish me whatever you want, but he's the one who made the mistake first. He doesn't know where his legs should be, I just want to teach him.” Chen Guo just entered the classroom and was called out before he sat down.

With his backpack, Chen Gong opened the classroom door, and as he walked out of the classroom, he saw the last row of boys climbing from the floor, the reddish-brown liquid seeping out of his head and flowing along the nose beam to the side of his mouth.

The boy had a grudge and distorted expression in his eyes, but when Mr. Liu passed, the vice in his eyes disappeared, and a few tears were squeezed out of his face.

“Pretty good, these prematurely mature guys, totally two looks in front of the teacher's parents and in front of the bully, working hard in pure sunshine, and spilling all the negative emotions on the bully in a vicious and mean way. ”

Out of the classroom, Chen Gong's mind flashed those students' eyes: “I just wanted to see the guy who was embarrassed and happy, and I've written it down, these bastards should not be able to get the approval of the school will. ”

The will of psychic ghost schools is a blend of the hopeless will of countless children who were previously eligible to be “pushers", most of whom are victims of bullying on campus.

In order to accomplish the tasks described by Changwen Yu and strengthen his strength, Chen Gong must find other “pusher" candidates who have been maimed by the seal of the painter.

“Save the bullies, educate those bullies in my own way, and perhaps this will also be recognized by the school will. ”

There are many advantages to being recognized by the school will, and Chan Song knows that he has not experienced those painful things, so he changed his approach to being recognized.

“The red campus behind the door is huge and there are so many students out there that it's hard to find those kids who qualify as‘ pushers'. ”

Standing in the hallway, Chan Gong looked through the window towards the classroom, and he swept through a child: “In the third row, the student next to my seat had dirt on his clothes, and the textbook was wrinkled as if it had been rubbed, and the child should have been bullied. ”

Class placement is based on academic achievement, the child sits in the third and last row, and the academic achievement is not good, but it cannot be said to be very poor.

Teacher Liu was teaching in the classroom and suddenly found that many students were not looking at him, but looking out the window. He turned his head and looked at the old song in the window.

“That's not true! ”

The more Mr. Liu wanted to get angrier, he went straight outside the classroom: “What are you looking at? Let you come out and reflect! Stand still! ”

“Teacher, I've been reflecting, but there's a problem I can't figure out.” Chen Goping looked at Mr. Liu: “What kind of mistake did a teacher make? To be sent into a world full of negative emotions and despair? Is he blind to bullying? Or is it that some of his own practices are bullying certain children? ”

“This is not a question of reflection! ”

“Just now in the classroom, as you can see, he stepped on my chair first, and I wanted to talk to him theoretically, slip my hand, the chair fell off, and accidentally bumped into the classmate. I admit I'm wrong, but isn't he wrong at all?” Chen Gong spoke quickly: “In fact, this matter can also be avoided altogether, as long as you say a word when you spot a problem, the boy behaves well in front of you, he seems to listen to you very well. ”

Teacher Liu tried to argue, but was interrupted by Chen Song: “But you didn't do it, maybe you just found it troublesome, or maybe you didn't care about it at all. What the boy did is just a game between the kids. You seem to have enough troubles in your life, why are you making yourself uncomfortable? There's even a possibility that when you see me being bullied, there's a very secret pleasure in your heart. ”

“You fart! ”

“Humanity is the flower that blooms in the abyss, and everyone craves sunshine, but who knows what lies beneath your rootstock?” Chen Gong's eyes were deep and forced Mr. Liu not to look at him.

Both were ready to say something else, but at this point, the bell rang from the bottom of the hall.

Unlike a normal downtime bell, that sound is filled with a lot of stuff, and it sounds very weird.

“Reflect and give me a 3,000 word review before school! Otherwise, I'll go to Director Lei and get a good reaction to your problem.” Teacher Liu returned to the classroom and said that she had left without even taking the lecture plan from the podium.

“This teacher is a little irresponsible. ”

Chen Gong returned to the classroom with his bag, and some students sitting in the front row saw him come in, consciously packed the textbooks and cups on the table and ran out, and they seemed to have predicted what would happen next.

The classroom seemed much empty. Chen Song didn't think so and walked to his seat.

He looked at his table and gave a very friendly smile: "Hello, my name is Chen Gong and I'm your new table. ”

Chen Gong's desk heard his voice, but dared not reply. He stared down at the textbook and his calf shivered unconsciously.

“Big cake, is he talking to you?” In the last row of the classroom, a student with his uniform tied to his waist stood up, and beside him were four students, several of whom surrounded Chan and his desk.

Hearing the boy's voice, Chen Song's desk buried his head even lower. He stared closely at the textbook and grabbed the bag with his hand.

“Deaf, I'm talking to you!” The student grabbed a copy of Chen Song's book.

The pages were torn apart and the sound was a little harsh.

Chen Gong's desk remained silent. He stood up with his head down and was about to walk outside the classroom, but was dragged by another man in the back row.

“Run for what? Didn't you see the freshmen want to make friends with you? ”

The man called Big Cake stood still, and he dared not resist or speak.

“What a wooden head. No wonder your parents got divorced. They didn't want you.” The leading male student grabs Chen Song's neck: “But it's okay, we'll take you to play with him in the future and have a lot of fun. ”

When he finished, all the students around him laughed, it was a laugh full of malice and ridicule.

Big cakes endured the laughter of their classmates, lowered their heads and let the boy grab his neck: “No, I don't think I forgot something. Big cake, you were at the table asking, and now you tell him if you want to play with him or with us? ”

These students are waiting to see the big cake joke, and that gaze is like a knife on a big cake.

His neck was grabbed, his clothes were pulled, his textbooks were taken away, his pages torn, his biscuits stood by the table and his eyes dimmed.

His mouth opened slightly, and when he was about to say something, Chan Song suddenly opened his mouth.

“At the same table, you don't have to argue. In fact, as long as you and I become friends, and then I become friends with everyone else, you're friends with everyone in our class.” Chen Gong proactively extended his hand toward the cake.

Nobody ever talked to Big Pie like that, and he subconsciously made a hands-up move.

“ * * ”As soon as the man grabbed the bread's neck and pushed him down, without waiting for him to continue talking, he heard a loud noise coming from his side.

Looking back, Chen Gong kicked over the table and picked up the fine chair.

No extra bullshit, heavy seats smashed over the head of the first man.

“Boom!”

One leg of the wooden chair was broken. Chen Gong was about to summon Xu Yan to clear the field. A sudden scream came from the door.

“Chan Gong! ”

Mr. Liu discovered that he had not taken the teaching plan and was ready to come back for it. As soon as he entered the classroom, he was stunned.

He had just warned the man a half-minute earlier, went out for a walk and came back, and another student was smashed.

“You, what are you doing?! ”

When the teacher came back, the students who had come together immediately changed their faces and hurried to support the students on the ground.

Chen Gong did a terrible job because he knew that if the other person could stand up, he would have to deal with one more problem later.

“Teacher! He knocked Ryuen out! ”

“I know, I don't need your bullshit! Take him to the infirmary!” Teacher Liu rushed into the classroom, staring dead at Chan Song: “Why are you fighting with your classmates again? I can see clearly this time. You did it first! You better give me a reasonable explanation! ”

“What can I say?” Chen Gong dropped the chair in his hand and was about to break apart, pointing his head at the male student who fainted on the ground: “I belong in self-defence, because I just saw in his eyes what he meant by trying to bully me. If you don't believe me, you can ask him when he wakes up. ”

“You are a scourge! You're gonna ruin my class! No, I'm going to see Director Ray right now!” Mr. Liu is really angry: “You guys take him to the infirmary! Chan Goo, you stand in the hallway! ”

“Okay.” Chen Song's response was always two words, plain and faint.

After Mr. Liu left, a student in the back row stood up, bit his teeth, and stared at Chen Song: “This time, Mr. Liu will help you lift the siege. You are lucky. We will settle the bill after school. ”

When I heard the threats from the boys in the back row, Chen Song stood there surprised: “I should have said that. If Teacher Liu hadn't come in, you wouldn't even be able to do the ghost. ”

Waving his hand, Chan Sing smiled and mentioned his backpack: “After school, I couldn't help but walk away. ”