He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Wang Hao lost his mind, swung his right fist, and with a gust of wind, smashed it straight at Yang Guang's face.

If that punch lands properly, the bridge of the nose will definitely collapse.

If it were an average high school student, they wouldn't be able to avoid it at all.

But in the eyes of the last Celestial Master.

This kind of clumsy, unorthodox punch is ridiculously slow.

Yang Guang casually slid his right foot to the left.

Slightly turn your body to the side.

The fist grazed past the tip of his nose.

Followed by.

Yang Guang lightly stretched his left foot forward.

The sole of the shoe was precisely positioned in front of Wang Hao's ankle as he lunged forward.

thump!

A loud bang.

Wang Hao's massive body lost its balance.

He leaned forward and slammed his fist onto the desk of the girl in front of him.

The desk was knocked so hard that it slid backward a long distance.

Wang Hao's chin slammed hard against the corner of the table, causing him to burst into tears from the pain.

"Oh dear."

Yang Guang, with his hands in his sweatpants pockets, looked down at Wang Hao, who was slumped over the table.

"What are you doing?"

"Such a grand ceremony so early in the morning?"

"I didn't prepare any lucky money for you for Chinese New Year."

"But you've knelt in the wrong place too."

"Why don't you turn around and kowtow to me, and I'll give you a few big red envelopes?"

Good heavens!

Yang Guang is a truly ruthless person!

The sarcasm was absolutely deliberate.

Wang Hao braced himself against the ground with both hands and swayed as he stood up.

He glared fiercely at Yang Guang and casually grabbed a solid wood chair from the side.

Raise it above your head.

"I'm going to break your bones today!"

The chair was raised high.

Just a second after it hit the ground.

Two extremely forceful knocks suddenly came from the front door of the classroom.

"What are you doing!"

"Put the chair down!"

A thunderous roar exploded at the doorway.

The whole class shuddered.

The classroom fell silent once again.

Wang Hao's hand, which was holding the chair, froze in mid-air. He turned his head to look at the door.

There were two people standing outside the door.

On the left is a middle-aged man with a large belly and extremely thinning Mediterranean hair.

He had a peeling black briefcase tucked under his arm.

He was the director of studies at the No. 3 Middle School in the city.

This reflective braised egg is the ultimate nightmare for all students who break the rules.

And to the right of the head of teaching.

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie was standing there.

He had his hair slicked back and wore a well-tailored dark suit.

He looked very refined, dressed like a typical business elite.

The head of teaching strode into the classroom with his pigeon-toed gait, slammed his hand heavily on the lectern, and chalk dust flew wildly in the air.

His gaze was fixed on the two people in front of him.

"You've gone too far!"

"A group fight in the classroom?"

Wang Hao saw this situation.

He quickly put down the chair he was holding.

The chair leg slammed against the ground with a screeching sound.

He turned to look at Yang Guang.

Anger instantly transformed into extreme excitement.

coming!

This lunatic is definitely going to die this time!

The head of student affairs widened his eyes and roared, raising his voice, "Who is Yang Guang?"

"Step forward!"

Yang Guang stood still with his hands in his pockets, but everyone's eyes were drawn to him.

The head of the teaching department saw that no one spoke up, but the eyes of the students in the class betrayed Yang Guang.

He strode onto the podium, his short, stubby fingers slamming against the table. He looked coldly at Yang Guang and demanded, "You're Yang Guang?"

"After a thorough investigation by the school, it has been determined that you have seriously violated school rules and regulations."

"The impact is extremely negative!"

"Starting now."

"Pack your things and get out."

"You're fired!"

These words slammed into the classroom.

Dozens of people gasped at the same time.

The entire Class 2 of Senior Three was in complete uproar.

Expelled?

This isn't just a simple notice of criticism; it's outright dismissal, okay?

A few boys in the front row huddled together and whispered.

"Holy crap, are you serious?"

"Wang Hao's uncle is too ruthless, directly using the privileges of the school board?"

"Yang Guang is in big trouble this time; he won't even be able to get a diploma."

Yang Guang listened to the sounds around him.

I paused for two seconds.

I came to school early in the morning, and before I could even get a sip of the free soup, I was fired. How is that?

It's better not to go to this lousy school!

Working from dawn till dusk every day is seriously affecting my progress in earning money for my wife by taking orders all night long!

But what if we get kicked out by this kind of scum?

The last Celestial Master is losing face.

If word gets out, the ghosts in the underworld will line up to laugh at him.

Yang Guang raised his hand, just about to pick his ear and retort.

Suddenly, the sound of high heels clattering on the floor came from outside the corridor.

The person arrived before the voice.

"director!"

"Wait a minute!"

A female teacher wearing black-rimmed glasses pushed through the crowd in the front row and strode into the classroom.

It was Teacher Huang.

Forty-two years old.

Intellectual and capable.

The homeroom teacher of Class 2, Grade 12.

Sweat still clung to her forehead, her chest heaving, and her lesson plans were crumpled into a cylinder, clearly indicating she had run all the way up.

Teacher Huang stood directly in front of Yang Guang, turning to face the head of the teaching department and the man in the suit.

"Director, you must be mistaken?"

"Although Yang Guang's grades aren't great, he has a cheerful personality and never causes trouble!"

"How can you just fire someone like that?"

"There needs to be at least a reasonable explanation!"

Yang Guang looked at Teacher Huang and felt quite touched.

Although my grades were poor, Teacher Huang really didn't give up on me.

The head of the teaching department snorted coldly, exhaling a heavy breath from his nostrils.

His entire body of fat jiggled.

"Teacher Huang."

"As the homeroom teacher, I understand that you might cover up for your own student, but after our investigation..."

"During the last school sports meet, Wang Hao suddenly experienced...extremely severe gastrointestinal spasms while giving a speech on stage!"

"To be publicly humiliated!"

"That was entirely due to Yang Guang secretly administering a large dose of laxatives!"

The head of student affairs got more and more excited as he spoke, spitting as he spoke: "This kind of behavior is extremely egregious!"

"This is tantamount to poisoning!"

The moment the words "poisoning" were uttered...

The air in the classroom instantly dropped to freezing point.

If this charge is attached to them, it won't be as simple as just being expelled from school.

He might end up in jail for a few days.

Wang Hao stood to the side, his face full of smugness.

I felt like I was floating up to the ceiling.

He turned to look at Yang Guang.

His facial features were all scrunched up, and his smile was extremely irritating.

That posture was completely provocative.

Poor bastard!

What can you use to fight me?

Standing next to him was his uncle, one of the school's board members.

With this great Buddha statue backing them up.

If we don't beat Yang Guang to a pulp today, he'll take Yang Guang's surname!

However, he should have looked completely taken aback.

laxative?

If I really wanted to mess with him, one bad luck charm would be enough to give him diarrhea for half a month.

Even toilet paper can turn into a cactus on the spot!

Why would I need to buy laxatives from a pharmacy?

These rich people have such poor imaginations!

Just as Yang Guang was about to speak,

Yu Zixin suddenly stood up.

She gripped the edge of the desk tightly with both hands, her back ramrod straight, and solemnly said, "Director."

"What you're saying is simply impossible."

The eyes of dozens of people instantly turned to Yu Zixin.

A cool, aloof, academically gifted school beauty.

How could someone publicly confront the head of the teaching department for the sake of a poor student?

This is outrageous!

Yu Zixin faced the gaze of the entire class.

Without flinching, he emphasized, "Yang Guang stayed with me the whole time during the sports meet!"

"He simply doesn't have time to do this kind of thing!"

The brains of the entire class simultaneously went blank.

Holy crap?

Have I always been with you?

Honestly, what were you guys up to?