A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

There are two types of door locks in office buildings, one is a dark lock and the other is an open lock. For Shu Ange, opening this old-fashioned lock has no gold in it.

In the dead of night, the coolness slowly soaked into the body from the concrete floor.

Shu Ange shuttled from room to room, placing button-sized pinhole cameras in small corners that were not easily noticed.

In order to better collect evidence, she specially installed two more in the electric shock treatment room.

Zhengyuan Internet Addiction Withdrawal School can make this place an extrajudicial place, and she will show all the shady scenes in front of people.

When public opinion is fermenting, how can a mere principal resist legal sanctions?

In order to avoid leaving fingerprints, Shu Ange wears ultra-thin rubber gloves when touching the documents in the office.

As she expected, the archives did not contain the real information of the faculty members. It can be seen that the principal and others are very cautious.

After arranging the pinhole camera, Shu Ange returned to the infirmary again, Fang Anlang and Du Cheng fell asleep soundly.

It was dawn, Du Cheng washed his face and brushed his teeth diligently, and left the infirmary slowly at seven o'clock.

Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Shu Ange to come to the classroom on time and not to catch the teacher.

Shu Ange didn't take it seriously. She went to the restaurant to pack breakfast and brought it to Fang Anlang. The sister and brother had a comfortable meal of porridge and vegetables.

Fang Anlang was eating, looking up at her with worried eyes from time to time.

"Sister, it's almost time for class, you won't go to class?"

Fang Anlang hates Zhengyuan's system very much, because he has suffered a lot against the school.

Therefore, he didn't want to make his sister suffer the same way.

"Don't worry, someone will come to pick us up tomorrow."

Fang Anlang was a little confused: "Who will pick us up?"

"Policemen."

These two words made Fang Anlang even more confused: "Why did the police come to pick us up, sister, could it be that you made a mistake outside?"

Before Shu Ange could answer, Fang Anlang retorted: "Impossible, sister, you are so good, how could you make a mistake."

"Stupid boy, just wait and see. Tell my sister, who hit you?"

Those who dare to touch the people she covers, those shrewd three are afraid of being tired of living.

"No one... just had some conflicts with classmates."

Fang Anlang lowered his head and hesitated to answer. He was afraid that his sister would really go to those people to settle accounts.

Shu Ange poked Fang Anlang's forehead with his finger, picked up an iron spoon, and squeezed it into a sphere in front of him.

Most of them can do it by bending the iron spoon, but it is a bit fantastic to shape it into a ball.

Fang Anlang opened his mouth wide and stared stupidly at the ball in Shu An's singer: "Is this a model?"

Shu Ange shoved the iron ball into his hand and gave him a blank look: "I weigh myself, if you are bullied, even tell my sister, she will find a place for you."

"Sister, did you go to the Shaolin Temple to practice the iron sand palm? It's amazing!"

Fang Anlang had a look of admiration, and his excited voice trembled.

"Who called you such a virtuous person, is it nicknamed 'little wolf' or 'fox'?"

"How do you know their nicknames? Who told you."

Fang Anlang asked nervously, and Shu Ange played him a head-scratcher: "Why do you ask so many questions, do you have anything to pack in the dormitory?"

"Just some clothes, nothing else."

"Then you don't need to clean up, go out and buy a new one for you."

Shu Ange was so proud, Fang Anlang asked anxiously, "Sister, where did you get the money from?"

"Close your eyes and rest for a while, that's not something you need to worry about."

Shu Ange pressed Fang Anlang back to the bed. He stared at her with his red and swollen eyes open.

At 9:30 in the morning, Director Sun brought a few coaches to the infirmary aggressively.

Shu Ange took a nail clipper and trimmed his nails boredly, but was interrupted by Director Sun's shout: "Fang Ange, do you still have school rules in your eyes!"

The old-fashioned words were repeated over and over again. Shu Ange licked his ears and asked innocently, "Sorry, I really didn't know that the school rules couldn't take care of my sick brother."

Seeing that she couldn't get in, Director Sun called Fang Minda with a cold face.

Not long after, the phone got through.

He specifically pressed the speakerphone key, and Fang Minda's voice could be heard very clearly.

"Is it Director Sun, what do you have to do with me?"

"Mr. Fang, your daughter's personality is too naughty. Within two days of entering school, she violated seven or eight school rules. Do you want to bring the child back or undergo electric shock therapy."

When it comes to the word "electric shock therapy", Director Sun's eyes are sullen and pitiful, giving people goosebumps.

"This stinky girl is still noisy when she arrives at school. Director Sun, please don't send her back. My son and daughter are stubborn and irritable, and they all rely on your school to correct their bad behavior. Electric shock therapy is very good, if An Lang is that boy If you are not obedient, you can also make a call."

"Okay, I'll ask again, you are sure that the other party uses electric shock treatment, and we will record it as a proof."

"No problem, I believe that as long as you implement your school's teaching policy, you will be able to lead bad students to the right path."

The phone hung up, and the two coaches took a step forward with electric batons in their hands.

"Let's go, honestly accept the electric shock treatment."

If it wasn't for the school teachers, coaches, and even the little gangsters who listened to Director Sun's actions, they all hit a nail in Shu'an's singer, and he would not have used electric shock therapy so early.

"Does the electric shock treatment hurt? Will it be scary?"

Shu Ange rubbed the watch in his hands and asked innocently.

"It doesn't hurt. Our school has adopted the most advanced bioelectric technology, which can effectively treat adolescent rebelliousness, irritability and other conditions."

Director Sun didn't smile, and beautified the electric shock punishment.

"Sister, don't listen to their nonsense. Electric shock therapy is very painful. I've been electrocuted before."

Fang Anlang grabbed Shu Ange's sleeve, for fear that his sister would be tricked by Director Sun, a sheep in wolf's clothing.

"Are you walking over by yourself, or are we taking you there?"

The coach with a face full of flesh, grabbed the electric police baton in his hand and threatened Shu Ange with a vicious voice.

"Well, although I'm very scared, in order not to be beaten, I'd better go with you."

Shu Ange put down her nails and shrugged her shoulders.

"Sister, don't go."

Fang Anlang looked worried, and Shu Ange turned back and smiled at him: "Don't worry, it's just electric shock treatment, so many people have been through it, and I'm still afraid of it."

She posed as a gangster, Director Sun walked towards the door with his hands behind his back, and the two coaches gestured to grab Shu Ange's arm.

"No, I don't like people touching me. If you touch me, I won't go to treatment even if I'm beaten to death."

Shu Ange looked ruffian, but the two coaches did not force her to be pulled.

Anyway, as long as she entered the electroshock treatment room, she wouldn't be able to fly even with her wings on.

Fang Anlang jumped out of bed in a hurry and wanted to follow him out, but was locked in the infirmary.

He angrily slammed on the door with his unbandaged hand, and hated his irresponsible father even more.