The Blind Date Went To the Wrong Room, But Was Confessed By the Other Party

Shang Dongfang looked at a large group of people in the distance, and walked slowly to Ding Peng.

"Ding Peng, what are you doing with me?"

Ding Peng was sitting on the stone pier at the school gate, with one foot on the edge of the stone pier. Six or seven men and women around him were chatting some gossip that Shang Dongfang could not understand while watching him, as if waiting for a good show.

Ding Peng: "Dongfang, I didn't bring any money with me to school today. I'll lend you some and pay you back another day!"

Shang Dongfang frowned: "I have no money..."

"No money?" Ding Peng's smiling face immediately fell, his face tightened, and he stood up, half a head taller than Shang Dongfang.

"What? Let me ask you one more thing, what is no money?"

Shang Dongfang raised his head halfway and said, "My mother has been sick recently. The money on me is used to buy medicine for my mother. I really don't have the money to lend you."

"What are you pretending? Don't you go to work part-time every week after class? How little money to buy medicine?!"

Shang Dongfang didn't speak, Ding Peng simply grabbed Shang Dongfang's schoolbag.

"bring here!"

He opened the zipper impatiently, but just as Ding Peng took money from his wallet as usual.

Shang Dongfang suddenly grabbed Ding Peng's hand: "I really can't give you this money. I'll buy medicine for my mother after class."

"Let go!"

"This money I..."

Ding Peng opened his eyes.

"I'll say it again, let it go! You've gotten better today, haven't you?"

Shang Dongfang recalled the arrogance and domineering of the other party on weekdays, and he flinched a little.

But just when Shang Dongfang was about to let go, Fang Zheng's words suddenly appeared in his ears.

[Shang Dongfang, this society is very cruel. If you don’t want to be bullied by others, you can only learn to fight back. It’s not shameful if you can’t beat the other party, but it’s shameful if you don’t dare to be bullied. Do you understand? 】

Shang Dongfang gritted his teeth, and he squeezed the opponent's hand with all his strength, his voice was like a roar: "I said this money can't be given to you, this is what I want to buy medicine for my mother!"

Ding Peng let out a snort and kicked Shang Dongfang fiercely.

"What did you say, you bastard?!"

But who knew that when Shang Dongfang was kicked to the ground by it as usual, this time the other party got up, his eyes were red, and he punched Ding Peng's stomach with a fist!

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Fangzheng came to school relatively early today, because the first class was a Chinese class, and he had to preview it in advance. Although the students in Class 4 might not necessarily listen, as a teacher, he had to prepare.

But just as Fangzheng was sitting in the office, flipping through the textbook for some reason, Mr. Yang, who was in the same office, hurried in for some reason.

The other party's long ponytail was because she was running too fast, and some strands of hair stuck to the corners of her mouth, which made her look even more nervous.

"Mr. Fang! Teacher Fang! No, Ding Peng from Class 4 and Shang Dongfang are fighting at the door! It seems that the fight is very powerful, go and see!"

Fang Zheng was stunned for a while: "Ah? There's a fight? No one was killed, right?"

"Human life? No, both of them are bruised and bruised! The principal has passed away! It's very serious, go and see!"

Fangzheng blinked and stopped. Teacher Yang thought that Fangzheng's appearance was shocked, but who knew what the other party said next, the female teacher was very confused.

"Good fight! It seems that what I said last night was not in vain, this fight was good! Manly."

Fang Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, Mr. Yang, just let them fight for a while. The class environment is depressing, and it's normal for boys to like to fight and vent. The big deal is that I let them stand in the office this morning, don't worry."

"Ah?" Teacher Yang opened his eyes wide.

Fang Zheng's jaw dropped when he saw Teacher Yang's shock.

He smiled and said, "Why do you look like that? It's not common for junior high school students to fight? And the principal has passed, it's fine."

He had just finished speaking when he heard heavy and hurried footsteps outside the office.

The dean with a Mediterranean hairstyle stood at the door, looked at Fang Zheng who was still flipping through the book, and said angrily, "Mr. Fang! You are still reading here, your students are beating you to the death, don't let it go. !"

Fang Zheng's expression changed when he saw the director.

The dean looked at Teacher Yang beside him and roared: "The students in this class are simply out of control?! I think they should just be dismissed and let them go home and farm!"

Throwing down these two cruel words, the dean sat on the desk angrily and drank tea.

"This group of students, I have endured and endured them again and again. I didn't expect them to become more and more aggressive. They just don't care about the school. They are simply bed bugs in society! It's just..."

Fangzheng felt that he couldn't stay in this place anymore. The bald director estimated that he could talk about this in the office all morning, so he closed the book, stood up and looked at Teacher Yang and the director:

"Director, Mr. Yang, then I'll go take a look now! I'll definitely take care of these arrogant children! You guys take a break in the office first, and read the book, I'm leaving!"

The class bell finally rang at 8:10, and the students who gathered at the door to watch the excitement had to miss this good show, so they could only run back to their respective classrooms in dejection.

Just on the way back, there was inevitably a lot of discussion, and the lingering voice lingered.

When Fangzheng went to the school gate, Ding Peng and Shang Dongfang both stood in a corner, the former was holding his stomach in pain, the latter had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and his nose was still bleeding.

The principal and several teachers stood aside, educating him and discussing something.

When the headmistress saw Fang Zheng coming, she raised her hand and signaled to the other teachers not to speak.

"Mr. Fang, are you here?"

Fang Zheng snorted and saw the headmaster's tired face: "The headmaster and the teachers have worked hard. I heard that two students in my class were fighting? I came here to see what happened."

The headmistress looked at the two people standing in the distance, and even stood a few meters apart in order to prevent them from fighting again.

The headmistress shook her head and said, "I don't know why the fight broke out. Ask them and they won't say anything. However, the nature of this fight is very bad. The school plans to hold a meeting at noon to deal with the two students."

Fangzheng snorted, but he didn't think so in his heart: "Can I trouble you to ask the principal how the school dealt with students who fought in the past?"

The headmistress said: "It stands to reason that the major demerits are first recorded, and the three major demerits are then expelled from the school, but you also know that the students in the fourth class all have criminal records, so these two students will most likely be directly persuaded. Retire or even fire.”

Fang Zheng's mouth twitched, and he said with a smile, "I should be able to attend the meeting, right?"

She nodded: "Of course, you are the head teacher of the fourth class and must be present."

"The matter of persuasion will be discussed at the meeting. The principal and some teachers should go back first. I will leave it to me here. I will educate them well."

Several teachers looked at each other, sighing and angry: "Mr. Fang, you must take good care of this class in the future, and you must not let it go!"

"Yeah, otherwise, if this kind of thing happens every day in the fourth class, what kind of atmosphere will our school be brought?!"

The headmistress said, "Let's leave it to Teacher Fang. Let's go first. If there is anything else, we will contact you by phone."

Fangzheng: "No problem, the principal walks slowly with the teachers!"

Waving a few people away, Fang Zheng touched his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes.

He threw one in his mouth, then walked over with a smile, first looking at Shang Dongfang's bruised face, and then at Ding Peng's slightly swollen eyes.

The latter has been covering his stomach from beginning to end, Fang Zheng raised his chin.

"Ding Peng, why are you covering your stomach all the time? Is your stomach uncomfortable?"