Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

Classrooms have front and rear doors, but usually the back door is locked. Class [-] is open for some reason.

There was a sound of heavy and messy footsteps running from the corridor. The head teacher of class seven followed Baoqiu to the door of the classroom, looked at the student lying in a pool of blood, covered his forehead, and asked Zhang Xingming, "How is he?"

Zhang Xingming said: "The back of my head was opened and I fainted. Go and call an ambulance. It's nothing serious. Just sew a few stitches and lie down for a while. Notify his family. He will be hospitalized, so he can only ask his parents to pay for it.”

The head teacher of class [-] is a short female teacher, quite handsome, Zhang Xingming also forgot her surname, she is not from the language group, and has never met her.

She rubbed her face and asked the students in the class, "Who hit you?"

The students in the class looked at me and I looked at you, all hesitating there.Students in this era tend to talk about this. If you report to the teacher, you will not be able to mix among the students, you will be ostracized, and you will be retaliated against. If you fail, you will have to fight again.

They don't even think about it, can this matter be hidden?Everyone sit there in class, who is missing, can't the teacher see it?

Zhang Xingming said: "If you know him, hurry up and let the teacher go to his home. Are you happy to delay this and die? What kind of mess are you paying attention to when your life is at stake? I really admire you."

Two boys standing on the side looked at each other, one of them tugged on the teacher's clothes and whispered, "Teacher and I know that we live in the same building."

The teacher looked at them, then at Zhang Xingming, and Zhang Xingming said, "Hurry up, I'm waiting for the ambulance here, have you called yet?"

The teacher nodded and said, "I told them to fight, so I'm going now?"

Zhang Xingming said: "Let the two of them run to find him, and inform his parents to come to the school in your name. You have to take care of it here. Do you think we can still have classes here?"

There was another sound of footsteps, and Principal Zhou, Teacher Zhang from the teaching office, and two physical education teachers entered the classroom together.

Principal Zhou came in and looked at Zhang Xingming, who was squatting there and covering his head with the injured, he was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Why are you here?"

Zhang Xingming said: "Principal, there was a fight here just after class, and I came over with my classmates to take a look, and it turned out like this. If no one cares about it, it will almost bleed like this."

Principal Zhou squatted down to look at the wound. Zhang Xingming couldn't see the wound even though he was covering it with his clothes, so he asked, "Is the wound serious?"

Zhang Xingming said: "On the back of the head, there was an opening five or six centimeters long, but it didn't hurt any bones. It's nothing serious, but this kid will have to lie in the hospital for a while."

Principal Zhou nodded and said, "It's fine as long as it's nothing serious. Have you seen clearly what's going on?"

Chapter 292 Am I going to fuck you (2)

Zhang Xingming said: "I didn't watch it at first. Before I came here, this one was pressing the other one on the ground to cut it. After cutting it, he stood up and turned around. Just as he was about to leave, that one jumped up like a board. That's it."

Principal Zhou turned his head to look at the stool thrown aside, nodded, and stood up on his knees.

Principal Zhou stood up and looked at the unconscious students lying in a pool of blood, thought for a while, and said, "Did you call the police?"

Zhang Xingming said, "I don't know, I just called them for an ambulance."

Principal Zhou turned his head and asked the class teacher, "Did you call the police?"

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

Principal Zhou nodded and said to Zhang Xingming: "You have to work hard for a while. When the ambulance arrives, I will go to the office to understand the situation."

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

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

The class bell rang, and the students all returned to their seats. Zhang Xingming's place occupied a large space, and the students sitting here moved their desks to the window to sit.

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

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

Zhang Xingming said, "It's nothing. I just need to sew a few stitches and lie down for a few days. I got hit on the back of my head. I guess I got a concussion."

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

There was the sound of shoes clattering in the corridor, and when Zhang Xingming walked to the door of the classroom, Zhang Xingming turned his head and saw that Teacher Wang Xiaoli was staring at him.

In this era, there are no high-heeled shoes like those of the later generations, and regardless of gender, the heels will be nailed with iron soles, so it is sometimes difficult to distinguish between men and women when walking.

Teacher Wang smiled at the teachers in the classroom, nodded, and then said to Zhang Xingming: "You will come to the office later." Then he left angrily. Get beaten up, how hard is it to do something good?

Halfway through the class, the ambulance arrived, a few people came in, the nurse took over, Zhang Xingming was relieved, stood up straight, and walked helplessly to the office of the language group, unconsciously touching the hollow of his left shoulder while walking, it really hurt ah.

After a while, I arrived at the door of the office of the Chinese teaching and research group, and quietly peeked in through the crack of the door. Well, there are a lot of them, and all the teachers are sitting in the room.

Wang Hui, the head teacher of the third class, was training a student in his class. Zhou Tianying's mother was writing a lesson plan. Teacher Wang Xiaoli was sitting there holding a book and flipping through it.

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

The male student just stood by the edge of the office with his head bowed, without making a sound.

Class [-] is a strong sports class. Half of the boys in their class are from the school's sports team. They are all tall and tall. It is the class with the most gangsters in Zhang Xingming's class.

It may be that the student didn't say anything, which annoyed Wang Hui. She started to do it, pushed the boy violently, and said, "Are you dumb? Can you talk? How can you be dumb? Can you fart?"

Pushed by her, the boy took two steps back and stood there.Wang Hui patted the table and shouted: "Are you right? Come forward. What are you doing standing there?"

The boy frowned and took two steps forward, and stood on the edge of the desk. Wang Hui pushed him hard again: "Are you still in a temper? Are you in a temper? Make a fist, you still want to Hit me? Huh? You still want to hit me? Come on, hit me."

The boy lowered his head, and Wang Hui pulled his clothes and pushed him vigorously. The clenching of his fists was purely subconscious, but this time Wang Hui justified it.

"Do you still want to hit me? Hit, hit." Wang Hui's roar filled the office.

The boy probably couldn't take it anymore, he raised his head and said, "When am I going to hit you? Teacher, are you reasonable?"

Wang Hui stood up, grabbed the boy's clothes and pushed hard: "Who is unreasonable? Who is unreasonable? Who are you calling a bitch? Who are you calling?"

There were two teachers lying on the table silently, shrugging their shoulders.

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

The middle-aged and middle-aged boys in the Northeast had a rather irritable temper. The boy was annoyed by the pushing, so he took a step back, pulled the clothes out of Wang Hui's hands, and said, "When did I scold you? What did I say?" Is it scolding you?"

When he pulled the clothes, it might have hurt Wang Hui's hands. She had nails that very few women in this era would have.

Wang Hui stood up suddenly, raised his hands and grabbed the boy's face: "I'll fuck you, hit me, hit me, I'll fuck you."

It was also impossible for the boy to let her grab her face. He reached out and grabbed her hands, and pushed her back. This time it was even worse. Wang Hui burst into tears, and his hair was messed up a few times. Zhang Fei started to cry.

She screamed wildly: "I hate your mother." At the same time, she grabbed the boy's face, kicking and scratching.

Now the other people in the office couldn't sit still anymore, they got up to stop her, she pulled the teacher who came to pull her aside, and rushed at the boy while scolding.

Zhou Tianying's mother couldn't stand it any longer, she patted the table and said, "What kind of talk is this, what is it for, you little Wang?"

Wang Hui pointed to the boy and said, "He scolded me, and he still beat me. Didn't you see, Mr. Zhao?"

Teacher Zhao shook his head and said, "This is the office, if you want to make trouble, go to the playground."