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The next day, Ye Feng was late for school.

Aunt Liu pretended to ask Ye Feng to stand in the corridor for punishment. In fact, she had collected a lot of money from Ye Tang, but she couldn't show it so clearly, so she had to punish him to stand in front of the whole class.

Ye Feng really couldn't understand Aunt Liu's face, and stood leaning against the wall in the corridor. When he thought of Aunt Liu's responsibility for deliberately embellishing the old Fu and Wei Chen's responsibility, he couldn't help poohing.

He crossed his head boredly, and touched the lighter and cigarettes in his trouser pocket.

Coincidentally, he glanced sideways and saw the old Fu who was checking out the windows of each class. Ye Feng raised his brows, thinking extremely badly.

He took out half a pack of cigarettes, took one out with his mouth, covered half of his face with one hand, and pressed the lighter switch with the other.

The sound of "snap" echoed in the cool corridor, crisp and loud.

Old Fu was attracted by the sound, and looked towards Class [-].

Ye Feng deliberately squatted with his back to him, his white eyes spit out a straight white line from the slit of his mouth, quickly gathered together to form a cloud of white mist, and spread out.

Ye Feng was worried that the noise he deliberately made would not be enough to completely attract Old Fu.

So he pretended to cough twice,

Sure enough, these two sounds completely attracted Old Fu.

"What are you doing here?"

Ye Feng squatted with his back to him, rolled his eyes, turned his head, and said pitifully: "Mr. Liu, otherwise I will go to class. I have nothing to do. I just smoke a cigarette to refresh myself."

The old Fu immediately became angry: "Nonsense, pinch the cigarette for me, and give me the things."

Ye Feng pretended to be wronged, pinched his eyes, and honestly handed the things to the old Fu.

After Old Fu took the cigarette case and lighter, he pushed open the door regardless of the people inside who were still teaching.

Aunt Liu stopped the fingers she was about to gesticulate, saw Old Fu, pushed her glasses, and said softly, "Director Fu, do you need me?"

The old man said with a straight face: "Ms. Liu, please come to the office with me. Others are studying by themselves. Don't disturb the order of the class."

The atmosphere is really not right.

Liu Hui frowned suspiciously, and then said to the others: "Everyone, study by yourself first." Then she followed out.

As soon as Liu Hui went out, Li Daji and Chang Jing whispered: "Damn it, have you seen that old Fu's face?"

Often said: "It's as ugly as eating shit."

Li Daji: "Isn't it related to Brother Feng?"

Often nodded: "Maybe."

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Liu Hui glanced at Ye Feng, who was casual and expressionless.

Entered the teaching office and closed the door.

Old Fu slapped the table with his palm, leaving a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Director, is this?"

Old Fu's face was blue: "Mr. Liu, you can see for yourself."

Liu Hui's panic flashed under the glasses: "Director Fu?"

"This is the good student you disciplined, smoking in the corridor of the teaching building." Old Fu said.

Liu Hui anxiously defended: "Director, listen to me, things are not like this..."

"The thing is that you don't let me go in to attend the class." Ye Feng said it very frankly, and he has a good attitude of admitting mistakes, "So I am too boring to stand as a punishment, and I couldn't hold it back for a while, but I promise I will never do it next time." I will do it again, I have fully realized my mistake, please trust me, director."

Obviously he did something wrong, but he spoke uprightly, and by the way, brought trouble to the east.

Liu Hui's eyes widened in anger, watching the kid talking nonsense without changing his face.

"Director, listen to me, the thing is that he..." Liu Hui wanted to explain.

Old Fu raised his hand to interrupt her: "No matter what the matter is, if this kind of thing appears on him, it means that you, the head teacher, are not good at discipline. You should reflect on it and how to discipline the students in your class."

Old Fu glanced at Ye Feng, and then said: "You are fined to write a [-]-word self-criticism, and you will reflect on yourself in front of the whole school when the flag is raised next Monday."

Ye Feng let out an oh.

Write a review again.

Well, it's not that I haven't written it anyway.

The old Fu left angrily. When Ye Feng was feeling the victory for his prank, he turned his head and met Liu Hui's angry eyes.

Classes managed by teachers produce bad records, which affect evaluation and promotion.

This time, he was really hurt by Ye Feng, a bastard.

Ye Feng was not guilty at all. When he saw Liu Hui's anger, he said with invisible provocation: "Teacher, I think you are too tired. Go home and have a good rest. I will wait for you to come back."

Liu Hui was so angry that she almost had a cerebral hemorrhage.

After the students in Class [-] learned that Aunt Liu had been raped, they almost went online, and the sky was blown up.

Ye Feng went back to class, ready to grab a random book to write a review, and then Chang Jing and Li Daji surrounded him.

"What did you do to Aunt Liu?" Chang Chang pulled out the pen clutched in Ye Feng's hand.

Ye Feng leaned lazily on the chair: "Don't be so serious, okay, what can I do to the head teacher?"

Li Daji said: "You are the only person in the history of Class [-] who can mess with Aunt Liu, brother Feng, I give you a thumbs up."

Ye Feng didn't think he was too proud. If he had to pick out one point of excitement, it would be that he made Liu Hui feel the way Wei Chen was criticized by everyone at that time.

"Brother Feng, I will follow you from now on." Chang Chang said.

Ye Feng said: "Don't flatter."

"By the way, I heard that you know Hu Ji from the technical school next door?" When Ye Feng chatted with Hu on WeChat, Hu Ji said that he knew a good student who was a half-hearted student.

The entire fourth class is top-notch in terms of rationalization called Chang Jing, and other things are a bunch of bad guys.

It's no wonder that Aunt Liu wants to be promoted wholeheartedly. It is indeed tiring to lead such a group of students.

"Yes, a good brother from the video game city." Chang often said, "Do you know Hu Ji?"

Ye Feng patted his legs and said, "It's a hair boy who grew up half naked."

I often sigh: "Fuck me, fate of the gods."

Ye Feng smiled, and said to Li Daji: "Aren't you going to have hot pot with Street Fighter tonight? Take me with you."

Li Daji was shocked: "You know this too? You are not a fairy, are you?"

Ye Feng laughed loudly: "I was with him yesterday, and I accidentally saw the text message you sent him."

After school, Ye Feng's thoughts flowed like a spring, and he quickly finished writing [-] words.

The three of them went to a hot pot restaurant on Ximen Street, but Wei Chen hadn't come yet.

"What kind of pot do you want?" Chang often asked, "I recommend Yuanyang pot and Jiugongge. I personally recommend Jiugongge. The spicier the better."

He often eats the foodie Little Prince, Ximen Street, and even the entire Lu'an City, whether it's in a five-star hotel or a small stall.

As long as it is food that passes through his mouth, he can give you a review of a food sharing book.

Like now.

"This red oil is more flavorful. After the chili is passed through the food, it has both the deliciousness of the raw material and the spicy taste after the red oil is processed. It is a must."

Often described vividly.

Li Daji's halazi is almost secreted.

"Just Jiugongge." Daji couldn't wait.

The waiter asked, "What do you want to order?"

I often go to the place where I am familiar with the road: "One plate of hairy tripe, two plates of atomized rice, three plates of fat beef, one plate of enoki mushrooms, and one plate of bean curd."

Daji grabbed the menu: "I want a plate of potato slices, a plate of sweet potato slices, a plate of lotus root slices, and a slice of kelp."

All slices.

The waiter smiled politely and reminded: "Our kelp is a kelp buckle, not a piece."

Li Daji didn't care, and said carelessly: "It's okay, it's just pieces when you take it apart."

"Brother Feng, what do you want to eat?" Chang Chang handed over the menu.

Ye Feng waved his hand: "No, I want two bags of instant noodles."

Daji: "..."

What kind of instant noodles are you eating out of restaurants? What a waste.

After ordering, Chang Chang suddenly said: "When I went to deliver my homework, I heard that Aunt Liu seemed to be chatting with other teachers about the division of arts and sciences into classes next semester."

The fourth class is full of poor students, and Chang Chang is relatively good. Although he is playful, he is sensitive to numbers and likes to reason. Therefore, he is partial to subjects. As long as it is related to liberal arts, he will not pass the passing line. But he can compete with the students in the rocket class.

The division of classes is based on comprehensive grades. Chang Jing, who was too serious in subjects, was assigned to the fourth class. His mother did not hesitate to find a school for the transfer, but Chang Jing himself was unwilling to leave, so he stayed in the fourth class. After a year, Aunt Liu also asked him to be a school committee member of the class, collecting homework and so on.

Because the teacher in charge of the class really can't choose a class representative in the fourth class...

This is a very unsystematic class.

I used to be in Lin'an No. [-] Middle School, which was a well-known key middle school. Although there were some small bastards and poor students, at least the system was sound and every link was comprehensive. It is necessary for the school committee to take on multiple roles.

However, in the next semester, I will face the division of arts and sciences.

In other words, students who are partial to subjects can be rescued.

The students in the rocket class will be separated. In order to save teachers, the school will not arrange only a few single seedlings in a class, and need to reassign students.

In other words, it still has nothing to do with their poor students.

"You'll be fine. You can go to the rocket class to have fun. We still have to stay on the ground and continue to fight for patriotism."

Li Daji said.

Patriotism shit.

Your patriotism is sleeping and playing games every day.

"By the way, why hasn't Brother Chen returned to school? It's been almost two months. If it drags on, the National Day holiday will be over. I feel that Lao Fu hasn't issued a notice to dismiss him for a long time. He is waiting for him to come back." Chang Chang Ask Daji.

"I don't know, he didn't talk to me about it, so I didn't ask." Li Daji said.

"Are you a friend?" often asked.

Li Daji said: "Whoever said that a friend will interfere with his private life."

Ye Feng lit a cigarette, and he paused when he heard Li Daji's words, hehe, this little fool suddenly understood what he said.

The hot pots are served one after another, and the steaming spicy hot pot causes saliva to secrete on the tip of the tongue.

The old saying is often repeated: "Think about it, no matter what Wei Chen says, he can protect the safety of our Lu'an No. [-] Middle School. Why wouldn't those old and cunning leaders think about getting him back? poor students, the school can’t stand those difficult parents who come to the school to complain.”

"However, when Wei Chen comes back, Aunt Liu will basically have no chance of being promoted. You also know that Aunt Liu, regardless of grades, likes rich and obedient people like Dachun. She is the top student, she just wants to expel her quickly." Chang Chang said clearly.

"I don't know what Dachen is thinking?" Li Daji said aggrievedly: "If Dachen knows that the school is just using him, he will definitely be very sad."

Chang Jing also said: "Yeah, life is hard and we don't blame heaven. Who told us not to study well and to be biased."

Partial subjects are also suffering. The Chinese, political, and history teachers who teach the class look down on Chang Jing, saying that he has a bad attitude towards learning, only knows arithmetic, and does not understand literature.

Ye Feng thoughtfully played with chopsticks for a while.

At this time, there were slight footsteps outside the box.

Ye Feng gestured in the air with his chopsticks: "I bet fifty cents, he will definitely go back."

"Fifty cents is too little, and it's too rich. You'll kill me."

"Yeah, it's worth a dollar anyway."

Chang often booed with Li Daji.

Ye Feng smiled, a little naughty: "Okay, it's five yuan, he will definitely go back after the National Day, do you believe it?"

Often believable.

Daji shook his head.

Just as Ye Feng was about to say something, Street Fighter's familiar disdainful voice came from outside the door.

"Who told you that I'm going back to school?"