Reborn 1990: I made my cannon fodder father into the richest man

"Does the school not care about corporal punishment?" Duan Jiajia couldn't imagine that such a person could continue to be a teacher.

No matter how capable he is, he can't hide the fact that he is a violent maniac.

This is not an education of deep love and deep responsibility, but a corporal punishment that destroys the psychology.

Let a boy of [-] or [-] years old kneel down in class and slap a girl of this age in the face.

"This is deliberately targeted. To make boys lose their self-esteem and make girls criticized." Duan Jiajia was so angry that she slammed the table: "What qualifications does such a person have to be a teacher?"

This was the first time that Zhao Fengyang and Pang Meimei saw Duan Jiajia so angry, and they were both a little frightened.

Li Changhuai patted her shoulder and said, "This person has made great contributions to higher education, and teachers are rarely fired now. Mainly... you have to know that some parents think that Wan Guisheng's approach is good." of."

The last sentence made Duan Jiajia hold his breath in his throat.

Yes.

The parents of those students who have been admitted to college do not think there is anything wrong with Wan Guisheng's actions. Instead, they feel that they deserve to be beaten. Only when they are beaten can they become obedient and study well.

"Oh, luckily my parents are not like this." Pang Meimei sighed, with a sad expression, as if she had seen the ugly side of the beautiful No. [-] Middle School.

"You don't have to worry." Zhao Fengyang is not as clear about things between school students as Pang Meimei, but because many people in his family are teachers, and his family has also started to run the school business, he has no idea about the school's teachers. I do understand the arrangement somewhat.

"Wan Guisheng seems to be transferred away, so he should do a better job this semester, and he should be good to the students. It is said that the No. [-] Middle School wants to transfer him, saying that he uses a heavy hammer to sound the drum." Zhao Fengyang Thinking of his father's description, he burst into laughter first, and then said: "My father said that in No. [-] Middle School, this is a broken pot and you have to go to the Quanwu Xing. The teacher will take action and the students will fight back. I don't know who can win by then."

Duan Jiajia and others also laughed after hearing this.

Think about the students of No. [-] Middle School, and then think about how arrogant Wan Guisheng was in front of Yang Zhihua today.

Why are you suddenly looking forward to it?

Duan Jiajia shook his head wildly, he couldn't have such thoughts, it was too scary.

"I think such people are still not worthy of staying in the teaching force." Duan Jiajia sighed and said: "Now it is corporal punishment. Who knows what crazy things he will do in the future. Moreover, this Wan Guisheng deliberately attacks people's psychology. After so many years, No one was driven crazy, but all of them were admitted to college. That’s not because Wan Guisheng had a good education, but because he was lucky!”

Duan Jiajia really thinks so.

This is not how powerful Wan Guisheng’s education method is.

It's that those students have strong ability to withstand pressure and can persist under such pressure as Wan Guisheng.

The four of them were still going to discuss it, but soon the class started.

This topic is also gone.

But Duan Jiajia never expected that what he said today would suddenly come true during the [-] days of his senior year.

Duan Jiajia didn't know why Duan Shunan was keeping an eye on Fubao's family.

I only know that after Qingming Festival, a big event happened in No. [-] Middle School.

On this day, there was light rain in the sky.

Pang Meimei secretly took out a large lunch box from her schoolbag.

Her legs are already in great condition. Now, as long as she doesn't run or jump, she can walk normally. In the future, she will need to pay attention to keeping warm and taking care of her legs, otherwise she will get rheumatism at a young age.

"My mother made this." Pang Meimei opened the lunch box, and there were round little green dumplings inside.

In Huashui City, we don’t actually eat Qingtuan balls around Qingming Festival, but eat vegetable pancakes.

It can be eaten fried or steamed.

Duan Jiajia's appetite can be filled by eating three of these vegetable pancakes.

"My mother's hometown is in Jiangsu Province. She eats this around Qingming Festival. It contains red bean paste fried by my mother. It's delicious!"

Pang Meimei handed it to Duan Jiajia and the others.

Different from the green green dumplings sold online later, the color of this green dumpling is not so uniform, but the taste of mugwort is very strong.

You can smell the fresh mugwort fragrance as soon as you open the box.

The red bean paste inside is not too delicate, and you can still taste the graininess of the red beans. With the soft, glutinous and sweet mugwort dough, the two flavors blend just right.

"It's delicious!" Duan Jiajia gave a thumbs up.

She didn't like eating qingtuan in the past.

The salted egg yolk meat floss green dumplings that are very popular on the Internet made her feel tired even after eating them.

Now I know that the green dumplings made from mugwort are so delicious and not greasy at all.

Later, those green dumplings made online using green juice powder were good in dyeing, but the taste was very average.

Duan Jiajia felt full after eating one lunch box of Qingtuan balls.

Li Changhuai only ate one. He doesn't like sweets very much.

Zhao Fengyang was like a big wild boar, eating three of them in one go.

If Pang Meimei hadn't only brought six of them, Zhao Fengyang would probably still be able to eat them.

"You are really..." Pang Meimei looked at the empty lunch box and slapped Zhao Fengyang angrily: "You are a pig! Be careful, it is broken, this is filled with glutinous rice!"

Zhao Fengyang touched his belly and replied seriously: "Who can eat this stuff until they're full? It's just three, it's trivial! But my aunt's craftsmanship is really good!"

While we were still eating here, we suddenly heard someone screaming outside: "Someone over there in the senior year is going to jump off the building!"

Not to mention a group of people, the whole building was frightened.

This was another big class break, with a lot of time, and many people ran out quickly.

Duan Jiajia and others looked at each other and instantly thought of someone in their senior year of high school.

Could he be a student in Wan Guisheng's class?

The four of them ran downstairs, where they were already surrounded by people.

There was a boy on the top of the building, wearing a school uniform, sitting astride the top of the building, reaching out to tear out the books one by one, and then threw them downstairs.

They heard on the way here that someone was resting downstairs and suddenly saw papers falling down. After taking a look, they realized that these were textbooks.

When I looked up, I saw someone tearing up books upstairs, and one leg was already hanging on the edge of the rooftop.

The student was so frightened that he hurried to find the teacher.

When Duan Jiajia and the others arrived, the boy had stopped tearing up the book and threw down the test paper.

Drizzle.

Duan Jiajia suddenly shuddered when looking at the blue figure sitting on the roof of the building in the weather that she originally felt was very comfortable.

"Wen Qi, come down here! Wen Qi!"

Wan Guisheng's voice appeared from behind the crowd, his eyes were sinister, and he rushed over menacingly with a pointer in his hand.

"I'm talking to you, did you hear me? I told you to come down!" Just as Wan Guisheng was about to rush forward, the people upstairs seemed to see Wan Guisheng and hear Wan Guisheng's voice.

Then everyone heard a shrill cry: "Don't come over!"