Chapter 7 I really want to make progress
In Grade 2, Class 7, before the first class in the afternoon, Ye Qingzhou had just walked into the classroom from the back door. The originally noisy class suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Ye Qingzhou was a little puzzled. After sitting down, he asked Huang Liwen, who was looking at beautiful women on his mobile phone: "Why is everyone looking at me?"
"Maybe I think you've become more handsome."
"It makes sense."
Ye Qingzhou deeply agrees with this. A handsome guy like him, who is handsome from the inside out, is like a firefly in the dark. He is so outstanding that it is natural for him to attract attention.
Not long after he sat down, someone came over: "Hey, Lao Ye, I heard that you made the class beauty of Class 6 cry while playing with her, and then you asked her for money?"
The person who spoke was called Nong Pengming. He was not tall and slightly thin, but he was very smart and was well-known as a "know-it-all" in the class.
From his mouth, you can always find out all kinds of reliable and unreliable gossips and rumors in the school.
Ye Qingzhou didn't want to be related to a woman like Yun Shanshan anymore. She was poor and a monster. She didn't even have a thousand gold and yet she wanted to ask him to make up lessons for her. It was obvious that she was planning to prostitute herself for nothing. She was really a low-key.
How can I be a prostitute for nothing if I am a master of strength?
So Ye Qingzhou closed his eyes and put his hands in his pockets to love no one: "Fake news."
"No way? I have a witness."
"Who?"
"Brother Wen."
"Well! It turns out it's you who is spreading rumors about me."
Ye Qingzhou turned his head and looked at Huang Liwen with an unkind look.
Huang Liwen suddenly felt guilty: "Look what I did? I'm not wrong. You did make Yun Shanshan cry in the woods. Did you also ask her for money?"
Ye Qingzhou: "..."
Could this piece of shit have used his spare time to teach himself journalism?
Just when Ye Qingzhou was about to "be unkind to his father" and not say anything to Huang Liwen, the head teacher Zhu Hanwen walked into the classroom with a sullen face: "Ye Qingzhou, come out for a moment."
Huang Liwen, who had escaped the disaster, proudly made a face at Ye Qingzhou, and then put on an expression of gloating.
"You're done. My boss must be asking about you and Yun Shanshan."
"Just wait. When my father comes back, I will twist off the head of this rebellious son like you."
Ye Qingzhou let out a breath and followed his head teacher Zhu Hanwen to the corridor.
"Old Ban, you know me well. I really don't play with Yun Shanshan."
"???"
Zhu Hanwen looked confused: "You are actually in school... Forget it, I didn't ask you this. What I want to ask is, during lunch, did you beat He Weifang and the others in the canteen?"
"No."
"Still saying no? Several of them have been sent to the infirmary. If it weren't for Teacher Lei's medical skills, they might not have been sent to the hospital for rescue!"
Zhu Hanwen was a little angry that something like this happened to one of his students, and it almost gave him a heart attack.
So as soon as he learned about this, he rushed from home to school and came to Ye Qingzhou to ask clearly.
"What's going on? Why did you suddenly injure a classmate from another class, and the injury was so serious? Teacher Sha from the physical training team told me that He Weifang and the others could hardly breathe."
Compared with Zhu Hanwen's impatience and panic, Ye Qingzhou, one of the parties involved, was calm and composed: "At noon, classmate He Weifang came to me for advice on boxing. Although his attitude was very unfriendly, we were classmates after all, so I I just gave them some pointers. If you don’t believe me, teacher, you can watch the surveillance. I guarantee that every word I said is true.”
Ye Qingzhou was very calm because he did not lie.
He Weifang and the others were only lightly tapped by Ye Qingzhou with their fingers. What else is this than a pointer?
Moreover, He Weifang was the first to take action, and he was unreasonable. Ye Qingzhou was even more confident. Zhu Hanwen was doubtful about this: "You didn't lie to me?"
Ye Qingzhou: "Don't worry, I'm a genius and I won't lie to you."
Zhu Hanwen: "..."
Does this have anything to do with you being a peerless genius?
And when did you become a genius?
In the final exam of your freshman year of high school, your score didn't even make it into the top 100, right?
Is it possible that our Linjiang No. 1 Middle School has hundreds of unique geniuses?
Forget it, Zhu Hanwen couldn't care about this at the moment. He waved to Ye Qingzhou: "Let's go, go to the infirmary with me first."
"Not so good."
"Why isn't it good?"
"Class will start soon."
"..."
Damn it, what time is it, and you are still in the mood for class!
Zhu Hanwen's heart was racing. When he first started school, he thought that there were no monsters and monsters in his class and it should be easy to manage. But after only two weeks, something happened!
"Stop talking nonsense and follow me to the infirmary."
"Okay, you are the teacher who listens to you."
Ye Qingzhou shrugged and followed Zhu Hanwen to the infirmary.
Dongji Country is now a martial arts country, so there are often injured teachers and students on the campus of Linjiang No. 1 Middle School. Lei Ying is currently studying in graduate school, and the subject is related to medical skills, so she uses this method to work part-time to accumulate experience. and materials to complete her research topic.
However, some of the patients who came today were a bit strange. She checked them carefully several times and found no other injuries except for a two-finger-wide red mark on their throat.
"Teacher Lei, are my students okay?"
"Teacher Sha, don't worry, I've treated them, they'll be fine."
"But they haven't been able to speak until now."
Sha Lixin, the head teacher of the physical training team, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. The other team members were fine, but the key was that nothing happened to He Weifang.
"Uh-huh...ahhhh..."
He Weifang and the others also looked anxious. They surrounded Lei Ying and opened their mouths to speak, but they could only make sounds of "um um ah ah ah".
At this moment, Zhu Hanwen took Ye Qingzhou into the infirmary.
And with the appearance of Ye Qingzhou, He Weifang and the other tall and powerful physical training students immediately showed scared expressions. They were so scared that they hid behind Sha Lixin like little chickens, pointing their fingers at Ye Qingzhou excitedly, mouthing: He kept shouting um um ah ah ah ah .
Sha Lixin mentally scolded He Weifang and the others for being useless, but he still went to Zhu Hanwen protectively to ask for an explanation: "Teacher Zhu, look at what your students have done to my students."
Zhu Hanwen, who learned the whole story from Ye Qingzhou, responded rudely: "Teacher Sha, we haven't figured out the matter yet, so don't rush to a conclusion yet."
"Zhu Hanwen, what do you mean? Is it possible that my student's beating was in vain?"
Sha Lixin is very unhappy. He has mediocre martial arts qualifications. He is in his thirties and has not been able to pass the second-level martial arts exam. He is now hoping to gain some benefits by currying favor with the He family, preferably the Xian Zhi Ling who can improve his cultivation. Grass, so that he can progress further on the road of martial arts.
There is no way, he really wants to make progress.
As a result, He Weifang was injured by another student right under his nose. Can he bear this?
(End of chapter)