Zhang Xingming said: "I didn't look at it at first. Before I came over, this one was pressing the run away to the ground and peeled it. After he finished cutting, he stood up and turned around and was about to leave, but the other one jumped up and was just a slap. That's it."

Principal Zhou turned his head and looked at the stool board thrown aside, nodded, and stood up with his knees.

Principal Zhou stood up and looked at the student lying in a pool of blood. After thinking for a while, he said, "Have you called the police?"

Zhang Xingming said: "I don't know, I just called them to ambulances."

Principal Zhou turned his head and asked the class teacher: "Have you called the police?"

The head teacher of Class 7 shook his head and said, "No, I ran to this side after hearing this. How can I call the police? I called them to call me for me in the ambulance, but I don't know if they called the police."

Principal Zhou nodded and said to Zhang Xingming: "Thank you for a while. When the ambulance comes, I will go to the office to find out the situation."

Zhang Xingming nodded and said, "Okay, principal, you are busy."

The principal led a group of teachers to the office. The class teacher here began to organize students to clean up the scene, straighten the tables, and pick up everything.

The bell rang and the students returned to their seats. Zhang Xingming occupied a very large area here. The students who were sitting here moved the table to the window to sit.

The subject teacher came over with the book. He was stunned when he saw the situation in the classroom. He looked at Zhang Xingming, carefully walked around to the podium, and said, "Take out the book, turn to page 32, and study for yourself."

Then he put down the book, walked over and asked Zhang Xingming in a low voice: "How is this?"

Zhang Xingming said: "It's nothing. You'll be fine if you lie down for a few stitches for a few days. I was hit on the back of my head and I guess I'll have a concussion."

The teacher patted Zhang Xingming on the shoulder and stopped talking.

In the corridor, the sound of Kada's shoes came to the classroom door. Zhang Xingming turned his head and saw Teacher Wang Xiaoli staring at him.

In this era, there were no high heels in later generations that hated the sky and other high heels, and regardless of gender, the heels would be nailed to the heels, so it is sometimes difficult to tell whether it is a man or a woman when walking.

Teacher Wang smiled at the teacher in the classroom, nodded, and then said to Zhang Xingming: "You come to the office later." Then he left in anger. Zhang Xingming Kaba Kaba's eyes: No, buddy is going to be beaten again, how can it be so difficult to do some good things?

Halfway through class, the ambulance arrived, and several people came in. The nurse took over. Zhang Xingming was relieved. He stood up and straightened his waist, and walked helplessly to the Chinese language group office. While walking, he unconsciously touched his left shoulder. It hurts so much.

I slowly arrived at the door of the Chinese Language Teaching and Research Group Office and quietly looked inside through the crack of the door. Well, there were a lot of them, and all the teachers were sitting in the room.

Wang Hui, the head teacher of Class 3, was training a student in his class. Zhou Tianying's mother was writing lesson plans. Teacher Wang Xiaoli was sitting there holding a book to read, while several other teachers were sitting there watching Wang Hui train the students and watching the fun.

"Tell me, what's going on? Well? Why didn't anyone else go, you just did it?"

The male student lowered his head and stood by the office without saying a word.

Class 3 is a strong sports class. Half of the boys in their class are from the school sports team. They are tall and tall, and are the class with the most students in Zhang Xingming's class.

Maybe the student made Wang Hui angry with her nonchalant voice. She started to take action, pushed the boy violently and said, "You are mute? Can you speak? How can you be mute? Will you fart?"

The boy was pushed back two steps and stood there. Wang Hui slapped the table and shouted, "Do you make sense? Come forward. Why are you standing there?"

The boy frowned and walked forward two steps, stood at the desk, and Wang Hui pushed him hard again: "Do you still have a temper? Do you have a temper? Clench your fists, do you still want to hit me? Ah? Do you still want to hit me? Come on, hit me."

The boy lowered his head and was pushed hard by Wang Hui pulling his clothes. Clamping his fists was a subconscious act, but Wang Hui was just trying to grasp it.

"Do you still want to hit me? Fight, beat me." Wang Hui's roar was everywhere in the office.

The boy probably couldn't stand it anymore and looked up and said, "When will I hit you? Teacher, are you reasonable?"

Wang Hui stood up and pulled the boy's clothes and shoved hard: "Who is unreasonable? Who is unreasonable? Who are you scolding? Who are you scolding?"

Two teachers next to them lay silently on the table, shaking their shoulders.

Zhou Tianying's mother frowned and put down her pen, took off her glasses, turned back to look at Wang Hui.

The half-boy in the Northeast had a rather irritable temper. The boy was annoyed by being pushed. He took a step back and pulled his clothes out of Wang Hui's hand, saying, "When did I scold you? Which words did I scold you?"

He pulled his clothes and probably hurt Wang Hui's hand. She kept the nails that few women would have in this era.

Wang Hui suddenly stood up, raised his hands and grabbed the boy's face: "I'm so ma'am, hit me, hit me, hit me, I'm so ma'am."

The boy couldn't let her grab her face, so he reached out and grabbed her hands and pushed her back. This was even more amazing. Wang Hui's tears came out and his hair was scratched several times. Zhang Fei started to cry.

She shouted wildly: "I'm your mother." She went to grab the boy's face and kicked and scratched her.

Now the others in the office couldn't sit still and got up to stop her. She pulled the teacher who came to pull her to the side, scolding and rushing up to the boy.

Zhou Tianying's mother couldn't stand it anymore, so she slapped the table and said, "What do you think? What are you doing?"

Wang Hui pointed at the boy and said, "He scolded me, he still wanted to hit me. Teacher Zhao, didn't you see it?"

Teacher Zhao shook his head and said, "This is the office. You have to go out and make trouble, go to the playground."

Her husband is the principal, Wang Hui was so angry that he didn't dare to say anything. In addition, several female teachers next to him were holding her and stood there wiping tears and cursing.

The boys in the third class had almost retreated to Zhang Xingming. Zhang Xingming reached out to pull his clothes. He looked back and Zhang Xingming whispered, "Let's go, what are you waiting for here?"

The boy turned his head and looked at Wang Hui. Zhang Xingming said, "Go away, what else can she do? She will have to stay here endlessly."

The boy gritted his teeth and turned around and left the office.

Two female teachers over there whispered Wang Hui, but no one noticed that the boy had left.

Wang Xiaoli walked over, reached out and slapped Zhang Xingming in the head, and said, "You have many ideas. You went there again today? Hum? Why are you everywhere? Why are you so capable? Hum?"

Asked a little, Zhang Xingming stepped back in pain and said, "Teacher, I didn't get involved today. I just watched him dripping blood and helped him deal with it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dripped to death. You didn't look at the ground, such a big stall."

Teacher Wang reached out and twisted his arm. It hurts so much. Zhang Xingming jumped up like a burning butt. His other hand quickly rubbed the twisted place and said, "Ah, it hurts, teacher, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Teacher Wang said: "Do you know more? Are you capable? Are you brave?" A clapping hand is a continuous attack.

Teacher Bian didn't say anything just now. She looked down on Wang Hui a little. At this time, she was carrying a teapot and walked over while drinking, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhang Xingming, what's wrong?"

Wang Xiaoli said: "It's time for class, I went to the class to take a look. This kid was not there. When I asked, I said that he was in Class 7. Didn't the two kids start fighting during class 7 just now? It's quite heavy.

I went over and saw that this game was helping people cover their wounds, and there was such a huge pool of blood on the ground. You said he was not afraid. Why are you so capable and brave? You are so brave. You are everywhere, and you are everywhere."
Chapter completed!