Chapter 55

The bell rang long ago, and the whole corridor was empty. Except Qin Qing, who had just come up, there was only the teacher who was frowning at the end of the corridor.

After waiting for a while, Qin Qing had to take the initiative to say hello.

"Hello, teacher. I'm a new transfer student, song ruye."

Her voice has always been gentle and pleasant, but at this time, the teacher seemed to be greatly frightened. The whole person immediately pasted on the wall. The greasy face of the middle-aged was full of panic, "you..."

After stuttering for several words, the teacher slowly recovered his reason and tore himself off the wall in embarrassment.

"Teacher, it's already class. Can you go in?" Qin Qing had no choice but to remind her again. She also had some doubts. Only students have always been afraid of the teacher. How can the bald teacher with deep qualifications regard the classroom as a beast?

"Oh, you can go in... Let's go..." the teacher nodded, but his steps were sticky in place. It took him a long time to face bitterly and summon up the courage to push the door.

At first, Qin Qing was also interested in watching the timid look of the teacher shrinking her head, but when the teachers completely opened it and saw the scene in the classroom, her steps were stiff, and finally understood why the teacher didn't want to enter the room.

I saw that the walls of the spacious room containing 40 or 50 people were all painted with color, tables, chairs and textbooks were made in a mess, the students were dressed in school uniforms, their clothes were untidy, and some even dyed their hair and jewelry. They still talked loudly, laughed and scolded during class, and didn't take the teacher who came in seriously at all.

"Ah, here comes the teacher. Who's that in the back? It's so delicate."

"It should be a new transfer student. Look at that serious look. It's not a passer-by."

"That's right. I guess I'll have to cry home if I can't stay for a day."

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In the discussion of the crowd, disdain and contempt in the eyes represent the orientation attitude of most people. Everyone still does their own work, and the scene is noisy.

"Cough, everybody be quiet. It's time for class." Xu Shi felt that the newcomer was here, and the timid teacher also felt that he had lost face, so he coughed twice and introduced: "this is the new classmate song ruye, who will also be a member of the class in the future. Everyone should get along well. Cough, classmate song, please introduce yourself."

Seeing that no one paid attention to it, the teacher could only follow the rules and follow the process. Just as he put down the book and opened the drawer, he suddenly heard a slap. Something rushed out of it and hit his face.

"Ah..." the male teacher gave a painful cry, covered his sore eyes, saw the fist toys that had been put in the drawer for a long time, and his face flushed with anger, "you, you..."

The slightly raised tone calmed the scene. Several boys in the last row raised their eyes and looked over. One of the boys with blond hair raised his eyebrows and looked directly, "why, does the teacher have any opinion on us?"

In this tone, the threat of red fruit made the people on the podium suddenly change their faces and shut up in fear.

"Oh, there seems to be something dissatisfied with the new students. Look at the smelly face." soon someone found another dazzling face on the podium, looked at her frown and provoked her.

Qin Qing really wanted to leave, but she thought that the cooperation between the two groups was imminent. It was hard to make any noise. She could only bear the impulse and walked straight to the empty seat in the back of the classroom with a cold face.

But she was silent and didn't care, but the others didn't intend to give up.

On the way, a boy put his foot in the middle, smiled and said, "welcome ceremony, drill on your knees, and you don't have to be beaten today."

The other party spoke with ease, and there was a roar of laughter in the class.

Qin Qing lowered her eyes and looked at each other's legs one meter high. If she climbed over, it would be equivalent to drilling a dog hole. This extremely damaging self-esteem made her eyes cold again. She said faintly, "move away."

"What? Are you rejecting our welcome?" the boy turned his head exaggerated and raised his voice.

Qin Qing looked at the bad smile on the other side's mouth. She just felt very annoying. She simply stopped talking. With a long leg, she directly knocked away the other side's obstruction.

"Oh, shit." the boy almost split into a fork when he didn't expect it. He was so painful that he immediately stood up and angrily stretched out his hand to the boy, "stop for me!"

The boy is 1.8 meters tall and looks like a bear. His broad palm is an old hand in shot putting. Most people have to be hospitalized if they get two punches.

As soon as the young man's slender body resisted, he immediately let everyone polish their eyes and wait for a good play.

"Ha ha, Dahui, beat him to death."

"Yes, beat him up and let him go."

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The students who were too busy to watch the fun began to clap their hands, as if bullying were a game.

Dahui is also handy for bullying newcomers. He still has a bad smile on his face when he makes a move. Just when his hand is ready to touch the weak shoulder, the figure in front of him flashes and moves to his side in an instant. Before he has time to respond, Shaonian resolutely bends his knees and bumps into his stomach.

"Hmm..." in a stuffy hum, Dahui bent down, his face changed suddenly with pain, and then the boy kicked him out directly from behind.

The strength of that foot was so great that it kicked the 1.8-meter-tall man two meters away and hit the wall before stopping the car.

After the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, the clappers forgot to clap their hands, and the cheerers opened their mouths. Everyone stared at the elegant action of the teenager gently slapping his suit pants. For a time, they thought they were dreaming.

The blonde boy sitting in the last row finally twisted his eyes and looked at it with a little surprise. Then he threw the playing card in his hand, kicked his shoes and walked towards the boy, "boy, what have you practiced?"

Qin Qing's eyes were hurt by the other party's untidy clothes. He couldn't help frowning. His voice was cold and said, "get out of the way."

With that, without waiting for the other party to respond, he directly knocked down the obstacle and went to the only empty table to sit down.

"You..." the blonde boy frowned unhappily. He was about to pick something up. When he saw her move, he stopped in surprise and reminded him vaguely: "I advise you, if you don't want to die too badly, now get up from your chair and roll to the trash can. That's not what you can think of."

After his reminding, Qin Qing also found that only the two seats he sat in the whole classroom were clean and tidy, and even the walls maintained their original appearance. Obviously, this was a restricted area. The people sitting next door were the cruel role to frighten the whole class.

If Qin Qing remembers correctly, this cruel role is