Show off the whole class of scumbags, you call this the head teacher

The "creak" sound of the wooden door being pushed open was mixed with dust.

Tan Jiaping, who was full of curiosity, turned his body slightly and glanced inside the door.

But in the next second, the expression on his face began to gradually collapse.

Because he saw that there was not even a single window in the room of less than ten square meters.

In the damp and decaying space, countless rubbish were littered on the ground, and the smell was unbearable.

In addition, at the corner of the wall, there is also a dog with green eyes, barking at the door.

This kind of environment... can no longer be called harsh, it is simply a small hell.

"Okay, let's go in!"

Mo Fei turned around and said something to Tan Jiaping.

"No... no training?"

Tan Jiaping asked a little hesitantly.

Mo Fei glanced at him with a smile, stretched out his hand and pointed into the room.

"Don't talk nonsense, go in!"

While speaking, he took out a black object from his pocket and threw it into Tan Jiaping's arms.

"From now on, stay until 12 o'clock in the evening. I just contacted you, Teacher Lu, and the family affairs have been arranged for you, so don't worry."

"Ten hours, no food or drink, if you can't bear it, just ring the bell!"

After finishing speaking, he kicked Tan Jiaping's butt with a "slap", and kicked the boy in.

Before the boy could react, he quickly locked the lock.

"Hey, master!"

"Don't call me master!"

Hearing the boy slamming on the door and calling him, Mo Fei replied blankly.

"Mo...Brother Mo, no, why are you shutting me up here? Didn't you say you want to train?"

Mo Fei paused, raised his knuckles and buckled the wooden door.

"Boy, remember it for me. When you come to my territory, I have the final say on what to do and how to do it. From now on, don't ask these stupid questions!"

"Furthermore, how do you know this is not training?"

"Dare to choose this path, this level is the simplest training!"

"By the way, let me remind you..."

The man's voice was getting further and further away from him.

The last sentence that reached Tan Jiaping's ears was.

"If I remember correctly, this dog...doesn't seem to be tied very well..."

"Fuck!"

In the dark space, Tan Jiaping, who had not fully adapted to the environment, suddenly let out a low growl.

The whole person jumped over to the corner with all his strength.

He stretched out his hands and pressed them to the head of the vicious dog that was rushing towards him, and a long wrestling began.

This is so...

Not only is it not tied properly, it is completely untied!

Panting human voices and barking dogs came intermittently from the small room behind him.

Mo Fei curled his lips with a smile on his face, lit a cigarette, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Well, it's already in."

"Brother Mo, you still don't feel relieved when you are doing things! The confinement room, the garbage dump, and an unleashed dog! Absolutely exciting!"

"What......?"

After speaking a few words into the microphone, the man's footsteps suddenly stopped in place.

The expression on his face gradually changed from the previous casualness to serious.

After a long while, he said something hesitantly to the man on the other end of the phone.

"Playing like this...would cause problems...."

"No...he's only 17 years old, if you use Uncle Lu to train him like we did... there will be problems..."

The man's voice was deliberately lowered, and his tone was full of worry and hesitation.

After a stalemate like this for about four or five seconds, the slow tone on the other end of the phone came over very calmly.

"If you want to live, you have to die first!"

"I don't want to, I will take everyone in the class to collect his body!"

"Being a student of Lao Tzu, if you go to the battlefield..."

"If you want to die, it must be someone else!"

Chapter 200 The American student delegation is coming to exchange?

Lu Ze's voice couldn't hear any extra emotions, but when it fell into Mo Fei's ears, it felt extremely solemn and familiar.

In the past few years, he had heard it countless times.

It's not exactly the same, but in a sense, it's definitely similar!

This is what he said that was engraved particularly deep in his heart.

"As long as you can't die in practice, let me practice to death!"

"My soldiers, when they are on the battlefield, anyone who sees them will run away with their heads in their arms!"

"My soldiers, go to the battlefield, even Lord Hades dare not take them, die in battle? I see who dares!"

That's why he lives....

"Eh......"

Holding the phone in his hand, Mo Fei sighed helplessly.

In the end, he agreed to Lu Ze's request on the microphone.

After hanging up the phone, he smiled and shook his head.

This father and son.......

It's really the same as ever.

After walking two steps forward, Mo Fei took a deep breath of cigarette, rummaged through the phone address book for a while, and dialed a number.

"Liangzi, didn't you tell me before that there was a popular underground boxing match in Beicheng recently?"

"I remember you said you knew the boss, right?"

"Well, you help me get in touch, and I'll bring a master over tonight..."

"Competition? It's not considered a competition..."

Mo Fei laughed as he walked, and the last sentence he said completely silenced the man on the other end of the phone.

"Let the boss find some players, all who can come."

"We sit on the bank..."

"Fight for the top!"

In the small room, Tan Jiaping, who was covered in sweat, wrestled with the local dog in front of him for a while, and finally temporarily surrendered the opponent.

Feeling that his body was overdrawn to the extreme, the boy slid down against the wall a little bit, ignoring the rubbish under his buttocks.

It is indeed miserable, but in this room, it is not the worst......

The most miserable one was the earth dog that Tan Jiaping found a piece of rope from the garbage dump, tightly bound its four hooves, lying on the ground with its tongue outstretched and its body twitching constantly.

If you have to describe its current state.

The most appropriate should be...

Dog life is tough....

So, the first level, is it like this?

In the dark room, Tan Jiaping took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth with a smile.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the lighter beeping was unusually crisp.

After lighting the cigarette in his mouth with a slightly solemn expression, Director Wang leaned back on the office chair, and then looked at the man standing opposite him with a serious face.

Putting his hands on his head, he thought for a long while before opening his mouth.

"Mr. Qin, is this the big event you are eager to tell me?"

Qin Shou nodded vigorously, his voice full of expectations.

"Director Wang, you believe me, our class will definitely be able to shoulder this responsibility for this exchange with the American student delegation!"

"You know the grades of our class and the quality of the students..."

"Number one in all grades, math competitions, physics competitions..."

"and many more!"

After taking a deep breath, Director Wang raised his hand to interrupt Qin Shou.

"None of these are my top concerns at the moment..."

The middle-aged man squinted and glanced at Qin Shou with a gloomy expression.

"I just want to know, how did you know about a delegation of American students coming to No. 23 Middle School next week?"

"I......."

Qin Shou's tone paused, and his face suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"I...I heard someone say..."

"is it?"

The man laughed, dusted the cigarette ash in the ashtray, and said something jokingly in his tone.

"I just found out today that your news is better than mine..."

"Okay, I know the level of your class, you go back first, I will seriously consider this matter."

Without saying a few more words, Director Wang issued an order to evict the guest.

Qin Shou's face was filled with joy, and he kept expressing his gratitude as he retreated.

During the whole process, the man didn't take another look in his direction.

In the wisps of rising smoke, I couldn't see his expression clearly...

Just like that, he smoked a cigarette in silence.

After completely extinguishing the cigarette butt, without much thought, Director Wang picked up the phone from the table, found a number and dialed it.

After a few rings and being connected, the expression on the man's face softened slightly.

"What are you doing kid?"

On the other end of the phone, Lu Ze put the phone on his shoulder, and with his head tilted, flipped the skewers in his hands, and smiled.

"Hey, leader! Call me on the big weekend, I won't go to work overtime!"

"Look at you, do you dare to come to work overtime?"

Director Wang cursed with a smile, and then said seriously.

"Come to the school if you have nothing to do. I have something to tell you face to face. It's very important!"