two or three minutes, Ye Bufan waved his hand, and the seven flames immediately extinguished, dissipating into the air.Cao Meng let out a long breath, at this moment he felt much lighter, as if he ha...After Ye Bufan left Jiangnan Foreign Language Training School, everything changed drastically. The place became chaotic and unsettling, with a constant sense of unease hanging in the air.

The only reason for this was that the students in Year 5 Class collectively started causing a ruckus. While these students were always a handful, they usually kept their trouble confined to their own classroom and didn't much affect others. But today was clearly different from before.

After Ye Bufan left in the morning, they collectively went to the playground and started a class boycott, demanding that the school bring Teacher Ye back.

This relatively civilized way of protesting was something the school could barely accept. Although Zhang Yunxiu and Chang Hao came to persuade them, they didn't take it too seriously.

But the good times didn't last long. By afternoon, these students had completely changed tactics. Thirty or so of them spread out and acted separately, causing complete chaos in the school for a time.

The worst off is probably Chang Hao, because he's the homeroom teacher. After every incident at any location, they call him.

Special now, the rumors in school are that Chang Hao got Ye Bufan expelled. So these teachers all have a lot of resentment towards him, although they don't dare to show it on the surface, whenever something happens, they all go to him together.

"Teacher Chang, please take a look quickly! The students in your class burned my lesson plan..."

"Teacher Chang, how do you teach your students Students in your class beat up 5 of our students..."

"Teacher Chang, come here quickly, the boys from your class are watching porn in our classroom. How can we even have a lesson like this"

Chang Hao was overwhelmed by phone calls, running around putting out fires everywhere. Most importantly, those students looked at him as if they were enemies, not giving him any face. If he went, he would only be humiliated and frustrated.

He now regrets it deeply, wondering why he ever took on the role of class teacher. Wasn't this asking for trouble

I originally thought that Ye Bufan leaving would be a good thing, but I didn't expect it to be the start of my nightmare.

He had just leaned against the stairs for a breath when Principal Zhang Yuanshou's phone call came again: "Dean Chang, please come over here quickly. Students from your class have come to my office for a concert, how can I possibly work"

Right now, in the principal's office, led by Hai Mingzi and Wu Zihao, seven or eight students completely ignore the principal's presence and are holding a karaoke concert here.

Zhang Yunxiu was so angry that her eyes were wide open, but she couldn't do anything about these rich second-generation kids. Not to mention others, just He Mingzi alone was someone she couldn't afford to offend.

What angered him most was that after everyone had sung a song, they all >

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Applause and then offer flowers.

And those flowers were rare orchids he had cultivated in his office for years, and they were just being plucked away one by one.

Chang Hao ran in panting and shouted to Hai Mingzi and the others, "What are you doing This is outrageous! Get out of here at once and don't interfere with the principal's work."

"What do you think you are, talking to whom"

Wu Zihou pushed him rudely in the chest, and Chang Hao, caught off guard, stumbled back several steps and landed on a large potted cactus that Zhang Yunxiu was raising.

"Ah!"

This guy let out a heart-wrenching scream, jumped up suddenly, his buttocks and hands were covered in blood from the stab wounds.

Chang Hao was almost driven mad, stammering, "You guys are going too far!"

Hailingzi said, "Are we going too far If you give Teacher Ye back to us, we'll obediently go back to class. Otherwise, no one can have a good time."

Chang Hao was so angry that he didn't know what to say. Suddenly, a teacher ran in: "Principal Chang, you better go take a look. Your car has been completely scratched."

"What What's going on"

Chang Hao was startled. The black BMW 7 Series was his newly bought car, costing him over one million yuan.

That teacher said: “Some of your classmates were playing Mahjong in the parking lot. Whoever lost had to draw a little turtle on your car, and now there are dozens of them!”

"I..."

Chang Hao almost choked on his blood after hearing that. He didn't even care about Hai Mingzi and the others, and rushed towards the parking lot in a hurry.

Upon arriving, I saw seven or eight male students gathered here. Tang Ming was leading the game of Landlord, along with Zhu Mingyu and Liang Zhijie. The rest of the guys were cheering them on from the sidelines.

Tang Ming held the cards in his hand and shouted excitedly, "Three bombs, spring! Each of you has to draw 16 turtles, that's 32 altogether. Let's begin!"

Chang Hao cast another glance at the BMW 7 Series parked beside him, half of its body already adorned with big and small turtle drawings. This sight made his heart ache.

"Stop, stop right now!"

He hurriedly rushed over and shielded the car behind him, shouting at Tang Ming and the others, "What are you doing You can't touch my car."

He was just the son of a former mayor, not well-off. He had bought this car by gritting his teeth to chase after Lu Banxia before, nearly emptying most of his savings.

Tang Ming

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Getting up, she gave him a mocking look and said, “Mr. Chang, aren’t you our homeroom teacher”

"Letting the homeroom teacher's car be used by students for a while to learn about painting, what's wrong with that"

Zhu Mingyu followed up and said, "Come on, Director Chang, you wouldn't be so petty, would you It's just a car, why get so worked up"

Liang Zhijie said: "Practice proves that practicing is stronger than not practicing. Look at the few turtles behind me, they are much more handsome than the ones in front."

If I finish painting the whole car, I guess I could enter a painting competition and maybe even win an international award.

"No, none of you can touch my car anymore."

Chang Hao, after finishing his sentence, hastily pulled out his car keys, opened the car door and jumped in. He sped away in a flash.

Zhu Mingyu looked at his back with disdain: "With this kind of character, he wants to be our class teacher. He doesn't even look in the mirror."

At this moment, the school bell rang, signaling the end of classes. All the teachers in the teaching building let out a sigh of relief; they had finally made it through another day.

Liang Zhijie said, "Shall we continue"

"Everyone else is off work, we don't need to stay here either. Let's continue tomorrow." Tang Ming said, "Come on, I'll treat you all to a drink and we can figure out what to do tomorrow."

After school, they came to the big hotel by the school gate with members like Hai Mingzi and Ai Mei Li. They booked a private room and while they were eating, they discussed how to make more trouble tomorrow so that the school would invite Teacher Ye back.

A few people were eating when suddenly the door to the private room swung open, and seven or eight men in black rushed in.

Tang Ming frowned: “Who are you What do you want”

These people were just spoiled rich kids who didn't take these people seriously at all.

The black-clothed man at the front completely ignored him and shouted to his men behind him: “Make your move, grab him together.”

After he finished speaking, those men in black moved forward without a word and started attacking. Moreover, each of these people was a master.

Out of all of them, only Tang Ming was a martial artist, but unfortunately, he was injured and had no ability to resist at all.

In the blink of an eye, they were bound tightly, their mouths even covered with towels.

The man in black waved his hand: “Take him away!”

Those big men each took one of them and carried them out.

(The End)

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