C238 Concerted efforts of the Year 3 Student

4: 30 PM. The first wave of classes for the first and second days. At that time, I was chatting with Murong Qingqing in the classroom, waiting for the evening class. A junior high student came up from downstairs, and shouted towards our classroom: "Where's Zhong Peng, hurry to the school gate, someone is looking for him." I was in the classroom when I called out to him, "Hey, I'm here. Tell the person at the door that I'm not free."

When the sophomore saw me, he said to me, "Hurry up and go. We're waiting for you." I chuckled at him, then waved and said, "Come in, I'll come out with you." This brat wasn't stupid and didn't dare enter my classroom. He only called out to me a third time from the doorway, "Everyone is waiting for you at the school gate. Hurry up and go." With that, he left my classroom. Murong Qingqing asked me what to do, and I said that she didn't need to worry about it.

Unless Tian Wei brought Brother Ma into our school and stopped me at the entrance of my class, or else they wouldn't be able to catch me. When the bell for the evening class rang, I returned to my seat to chat with Shangguan Wan. We were still on good terms, but we didn't talk about who we were talking about. After the evening class, Murong Qingqing and I will go home. Just as she walked out of the school building, she saw a large group of junior high students standing at the entrance of small playground, rather than the school gate.

What was the situation back then? When our third year students saw so many second year students present, they didn't immediately leave. Some of them stood in the hall of the first floor, while others fought outside the school building. When everyone saw that I had arrived, they all asked me what I planned to do. What else could they do? They had already blocked the entrance of the school building, so even if they wanted to run, they couldn't. At that time, I shouted at all the Year 3 Student who had not left, "Go back to your classrooms and take out your chairs to fuck them."

When I gave the order, all the third year boys returned to the school building. At that time, the scene was really spectacular. A large group of people ran towards their own classroom upstairs. I'll let Murong Qingqing go home first, don't watch the fun. When everyone returned to the classroom, each of them took a chair and followed me downstairs to meet the students from Year 2. As for the group of hooligans from outside Brother Ma, if they dared to enter, they would beat them up together. Since things had already turned out like this, she might as well ignore her plans for tomorrow.

At the time, we had seventy or eighty boys on our third day, so we didn't have that many. When we went upstairs to get the stools, everyone was talking nonsense, saying that the junior high students were trying to block the entrance, so they would fight one on top of the other. When the Year 3 Student who were not planning to participate heard this, they followed suit and went back to get a stool to join in the fun. After we majestically went down the stairs, we arrived at small playground once more. Tian Wei had caused the Elementary Scholars to be dumbfounded, and each and every one of them couldn't help but retreat.

They thought I was playing a game, and they didn't expect there to be so many of them at once. As long as I can chase away the second year students, my goal will be achieved. Before I could call for everyone to charge, my senior brother shouted for me, "Kill them all! Don't let any of them get away!" After saying that, the senior brother lifted his stool and rushed forward. As he did so, he rushed towards our group.

Tian Wei's group of junior kids were instantly terrified, and all of them ran towards the school gate. Everyone ran towards the school gates, but they couldn't run out in an instant. The school gates were just so few places. Therefore, some of the junior high students would run to the sports field and jump over the fence to escape. It was an extraordinary spectacle, like chasing a duck. A few of the students were caught by us, and were immediately knocked down by the bench. A group of people surrounded them and beat them up.

The strength of the smashing of the bench we were sitting on at school was not ordinary. With so many people smashing together, it could crush a person to death. So after a few rounds, I stepped forward to stop them. I wanted everyone to have some sense of propriety so that nothing would happen. In just a short period of time, more than ten junior high students were lying on the ground. Basically, half of the people here had their heads covered in blood. We didn't chase them out of the school gate. We stood just inside the gate.

At that time, Brother Ma and the other hooligans outside the school did not have the chance to come in and help because the second year students were all running outside, and they could not enter either. When all the students from the second year had left, Brother Ma shouted to us from outside the school: "Come, come out and fight." Not a single one of the lackeys from Brother Ma were weak. They all picked up rocks, picked up machetes, and drew their machetes.

His senior had been killed to the point that his eyes were bloodshot. He was about to bring everyone out with him today. At this crucial moment, the teachers of the school took action. At this time, there were very few teachers in the school because normal teachers also left work at 4: 30. Other than the school leaders on duty and the teachers who had finished their lessons, the other teachers had all gotten off work. However, the school director on duty today was neither the vice principal nor the head of the Education Bureau. Today, the person on duty is the teacher in charge of our Grade Three class, the teacher in charge of our Important class.

When everyone saw the teacher who came out, no one was afraid of her. Furthermore, she was the only one who dared to beat up an old man. The teacher told us not to fight, so we put our stools back in the classroom and went home. In the end, all of us said to our teacher, "Teacher, don't worry about it. Just pretend you didn't see it." It was them who intentionally stayed after school for the second year, bringing those hooligans with them to block our third year's students. " The grade composition teacher said to us, "Do you want to rebel? Tomorrow, I will report all of it to the head instructor. Do you want to graduate?"

At this time, one of our students even shouted, "9 years of compulsory education. Who are you trying to scare?! Do you dare to not let us graduate?" At this point, I didn't say a word. I didn't need to say anything as everyone's emotions were already out of control. If she's smart, she should hurry up and call the police. Once the police car arrives, whether it's our third year, our second year, or those hooligans outside the school, they have to run.

At that time, none of the junior students who were lying on the ground had dared to stand up. They were either pretending to be dead or lying prone on the ground, not daring to move. Brother Ma and the group of hooligans outside the school were still clamoring at the door, when our useless grade team leader teacher said to the hooligans outside the school, "Which school are you from? Hurry up and leave, don't cause any trouble at our school." When I heard this teacher's standard of speech, I knew that she might be very good at lecturing and learning. However, in terms of managing students, she is simply trash.

Although this teacher is unable to control us, he delayed for a moment to give me time to think of a countermeasure. To be honest, today's battle with the Brother Ma outside the academy could really be won, but for those who could not defeat the Brother Ma, even the Brother Ma would not be afraid. I hesitated for a moment, but still stood up and said to the teacher, "Teacher, how about this? You can get the students and students outside the school to scram. I can get all the Year 3 Student s to immediately put their chairs back and let us obediently go home from school. How about it?"

When I said this, everyone followed me in jeering. The teacher on duty was speechless for a moment. She could tell that the hooligan at the school gate didn't know how to leave. If she hadn't been in a stalemate, both of us would have been at war. At the side, the old man who had beaten him up before finally had some experience. He said to the teacher, "Teacher, call the police. I'll call the police when I get back. You just watch." Saying that, the old man went back to the reception room on the first floor to report to the police. Only then did the teacher on duty realize and shouted to Brother Ma and the others, "You guys hurry and leave, it's already been reported to the police."

Just as the teacher finished speaking, the punk at the school gate threw a rock at me. I didn't react and directly hit my chin, giving me a fright. At the same time, it also hurt me to death. I covered my mouth and shouted. This time, even the third year students had gone crazy. The senior brother lifted his chair and rushed out. Everyone rushed out of the main entrance.

There was a miracle that happened at that time, and that was when I first saw the students of our school, chasing the hoodlums outside the school, running all over the streets, in 49 years of age. Moreover, it was under the condition of Brother Ma, without any help from the outsiders! I covered my mouth and stood where I was, not moving at all. I raised my head and looked outside, only to see the especially arrogant out-of-school mixer, just a moment ago. After we, the third year students, rushed out, they were the same as the second year students.

Some people held machetes in their hands as they wanted to make a few gestures with their hands. However, when they realized that something was wrong, they threw them away and ran away without even looking back. Everyone had a stool in their hands, so they didn't run very fast, so they didn't catch up to the others. At this moment, I saw the first two year students lying on the ground. I quickly and stealthily got up from the ground and ran to the back of the field, preparing to jump over the wall and run out. Looking back at the teacher on duty, she didn't have a single move to make, so she stomped her feet in anxiety.

Normally, when our school was at war and causing trouble, it would be around four-thirty. At that time, the principal and the chairmen were all there. Not long later, the Year 3 Student s who had chased after her all took their stools and headed back to their school. Everyone was very proud, just like the victorious soldiers in the movies. The police car that received the call also pulled up in front of our school.

The two patrolmen who had gotten off the police car knew that the call was over when they saw the scene. They didn't say anything and went to talk to the teacher on duty. The students who had just returned from the third day of high school were not afraid even when they saw the patrolmen. They took their stools and swaggered past the patrolmen. Everyone came up to me and asked how I was doing. I said I was fine, just a small wound. Only then did all the third year students put the chairs they had just taken back into the classroom.

After everyone had put down their stools and left the school building, my senior spoke up for all the students who were helping today, "Thank you for your help today, we are third year students, so we should be doing this a long time ago. In the future, we are all brothers, so if they dare to block us at the school gate, we will hit them once."

Everyone began to shout out their greetings. The words that their senior brother said were ordinary, but his meaning was still quite good.

He couldn't tell that the senior brother who was still crying in the afternoon had turned into the appearance of a big brother at night. It seemed that after being provoked, he had a great influence on others. After exiting the school gate, only the police car was still parked outside. They did not see any signs of the and the rest. I said hello to everyone and went home. When he returned home to look at himself in the mirror, his jaw was slightly broken. He was fine, just in extreme pain.

In the evening, I called Shrimp as planned and told him to come to our school tomorrow. The time is set at 4.30pm, because I feel that the Brother Ma will definitely come back to our school tomorrow. They suffered a loss today, and with Brother Ma's personality, he will definitely come back again.