What if there are no inhibitors?

It's not that the head teacher doesn't deal with fights after a long time, but a soft policy.

Song Zhiwei relaxed on the back of the sofa and asked Mr. Wang, "How much do you know?"

Unexpectedly, Teacher Wang said: "Don't be afraid of being retaliated, the teacher believes what you say, and speak out your true thoughts boldly."

The world will sympathize with the weak.

That's why the teacher arranged for Han Lu to be at the same table with him.

Although there will be bullies, such as Du Xu's group, but relatively speaking, it is much better than the original world.

It's incredible.

Song Zhiwei took out his mobile phone, showed the transfer record to the teacher, and told the truth about what happened after time travel.

Even so, Teacher Wang was still holding his mobile phone with a tangled face, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he wrote down a string of numbers on the table, and Teacher Wang returned the mobile phone to him.

Originally wanted to ask him why he didn’t sue the teacher, but it was the teacher’s fault that the students didn’t trust the teacher, so he skipped it and said in a more fatherly tone: “You and Han Lu will form a support group from now on, Han Lu, this child He has his own opinions, you can ask him if you don’t understand in the future.”

"Okay, thank you teacher."

"Let's go." Teacher Wang looked at the time, stood up and signaled Song Zhiwei to follow him: "Follow me to the principal's office. Just tell me what you told me just now in front of the principal. Don't be afraid, Du Xu and the others will not dare Hit you again. The teacher will make the decision for you."

They didn't dare to bully me anymore, Song Zhiwei said happily.The sky outside the corridor was azure blue, and the crisp birdsong and the broken voice of the self-study class sounded vigorous and energetic.

Han Lu just came out from the front door of the classroom.

The back door of the classroom is connected to the toilet, and the front door is connected to the stairs.

Han Lu, a three-good student, didn't go to self-study, so why did he sneak out?

Teacher Wang stopped him, her tone was gentle, and she just asked him: "Han Lu, why are you out of the classroom? Are you not going to self-study?"

Han Lu looked at Song Zhiwei suspiciously.

Teacher Wang was delighted at once, hey, Han Lu is caring about his classmates.

At first, he wondered why Song Zhiwei had a good impression of Han Lu, since he seemed completely unsocial.

Now he is not worried, Song Zhiwei needs a reliable tablemate like Han Lu to watch over Song Zhiwei's wounded heart.

He smiled and asked Han Lu: "Are you worried about classmate Song?"

Han Lu has never shown very straightforward concern, and was pointed out by others.

Just as he was about to deny it, Teacher Wang said: "It's okay, the teacher has basically understood the situation, and will not embarrass Song Zhiwei, on the contrary, he will seek justice for him."

Song Zhiwei followed behind and nodded.

Han Lu nodded, with a look of indifference to me: "My eyes hurt, come out and relax."

Teacher Wang choked, this young child had a lot of thoughts and a thin skin.He yelled angrily: "You are not allowed to come out of the self-study class at will, go back to your place."

Han Lu, who has such a strong aura in front of his peers, is now being scolded by Teacher Wang like a child.

Inexplicably hitting Song Zhiwei's smile, he giggled.

When Han Lu and Teacher Wang looked over, they didn't restrain themselves.

Han Lu looked helpless.

Teacher Wang sighed in his heart: What a cheerful child.

When we arrived at the political education building, there was a group of people standing in the principal's office, all of them were the ones he called last night, and the person standing next to them should be their class teacher.

Those few people actually unified the caliber, saying that they borrowed money, but it was too late to pay it back.

The conflict with Song Zhiwei is also not pleasing to each other.

Song Zhiwei looked at them coldly, and waited until his own time to list their crimes in an orderly manner, and finally added a ruthless one: "Many people in the school know about it, just catch one and ask."

Not to mention the students, even the teachers have heard about it.

But the information that the teacher knew was not comprehensive, and he thought that Song Zhiwei, a classmate, was a little weak. The classmate liked to make jokes about him, but he didn't expect the truth to be so serious.

Seeing the pale faces of those people, Song Zhiwei was very satisfied.

He felt compassion for this original body that looked the same as himself.

He doesn't despise the other party's cowardice, because not everyone is always strong.

How much he wants Yuan Shen to see how the people who bullied you are now like bereaved dogs.

Maybe you are in another latitude, I hope you are happy.

The new statement made the gangsters almost cry, and they all shrugged their shoulders, not knowing whether they really repented or were frightened.

Only Du Xu had to be tougher. Across the teachers, he slashed at Song Zhiwei when no one was paying attention. His mouth squirmed, and he seemed to say: You are dead.

This scene is more like the tiger who smiled evilly at him across the crowd in his childhood.

The laugh back then made his back chill, but now he shrugged slightly: Who cares?

It made Du Xu half dead, and there was also a little fresh fear mixed with it.

There are only a few gangsters in the whole school, and they are all here. They still insisted from the beginning to the end that they borrowed money and did not repay it. Maybe the improper language expression caused Song Zhiwei and everyone to misunderstand, and they beat Song Zhiwei. I am very sorry.

They are willing to apologize sincerely, and are willing to accept school punishment.

This result is what the teacher wants to see.

Song Zhiwei was not satisfied, but the teacher was already discussing what punishment would be better.

He didn't speak anymore, Teacher Wang told him to go back to class first: "It's none of your business, let's go back to self-study first."

"Thank you teacher." For the head teacher who was more protective of him, Song Zhiwei was still happy to listen to him.

It was a few minutes before he returned to the classroom. As soon as he walked in, dozens of heads in the classroom raised their heads and looked at him curiously.

Song Zhiwei ignored them, walked to Jian Chao's side and whispered, "The teacher in charge told us to switch places."

"Why?" Jian Chao was full of reluctance. He and Han Lu were classmates since high school, and the two chatted very well.

When he came to the new class, everyone was a stranger, and there was no girl in his heart. Of course, he was more than happy to sit next to Han Lu.

Song Zhiwei waited obediently by the side.

He just figured out a problem. In this world, if you fight, you will be sued by the school, so he can't beat people who don't listen to him like in the original world.

He had to learn a new way of life.

So he smiled at Jianchao friendly, his bright eyes were shining like a deer thirsting for fruit in the forest.

Han Lu kicked Jian Chao's bench: "If you are told to move, you will move. Where is there so much nonsense?"

Jian Chao was particularly hurt: "You don't love me anymore, you despise me!!!"

"You big pig's hoof."

"Hahahaha." "Oh~" The class let out a meaningful laugh that you understand and I understand.

"Tsk." Han Lu stood up and started tidying up Jian Chao's desk: "I'll move it for you."

"Oh~" There was a louder booing.

It's just that the object of booing has changed.