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at this time.

Inside the classroom of Class 2, Grade 12.

The commotion outside had clearly not subsided, but the atmosphere inside the classroom was oppressively suffocating.

With such a major incident occurring at the school, the vice principal convened an emergency meeting to arrange for the school to close for the holiday and handle all subsequent matters.

So Teacher Huang hasn't come back yet.

The whole school is in self-study.

In addition to the security guards patrolling the corridors.

Wang Hao sat in the first row, twirling a carbon pen in one hand.

He would turn his head every now and then, staring at Yang Guang in the back row.

He scoffed arrogantly, "You're quite the actor."

"I'll see how long you can keep up this charade, you toad!"

The whole class whispered among themselves.

The chubby guy at the table tugged at Yang Guang's sleeve, sweating profusely, "Brother Guang, why don't you slip away first?"

"A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; that school board member is clearly his uncle!"

"We can't beat them!"

Yu Zixin, who was sitting next to Yang Guang, also looked at him with a worried expression.

Yang Guang, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned: "What's the rush?"

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

Yu Zixin gripped the plastic casing of the water-based pen tightly with both hands, her fingertips turning white from the force.

Doesn't this blockhead know that this is an ironclad order personally issued by Wang Hao's uncle?

Bullets fly again?

What a load of rubbish!

Did you even hear what the director just said?

She turned her head and stared at Yang Guang.

This guy was actually lounging in his chair with his legs crossed, completely unseemly.

He acted like an old man.

She wished she could reach out right now and knock some sense into this simpleton.

outside the hallway.

Suddenly, a burst of heavy, chaotic footsteps erupted.

boom!

The classroom front door was slammed open with terrifying force.

The metal doorknob slammed against the interior wall, knocking down large patches of old whitewash.

Dust flew everywhere.

Dozens of high school students turned their heads in unison.

The head of the teaching department, weighing two hundred pounds, was stuck firmly in the door frame.

His mouth was wide open, and his chest heaved violently like a leaky, dilapidated bellows.

He was panting heavily.

Normally, her hair was always neatly combed and slicked back, but now the few sparse strands were completely a mess.

Strands of it stuck to the shiny braised egg.

The stench of sweat mixed with gastric juice dripped down his fleshy face.

His cheap suit jacket was wrinkled like dried pickles.

He was in a terrible state.

Wang Hao, who was sitting in the first row, jumped up.

He put his hands on his hips, raised his chin high, and let out an extremely arrogant laugh that exploded in the classroom.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"They're here!"

"I told you you had no chance of survival today!"

"The director himself came and kicked you out!"

Wang Hao's cheeks flushed with excitement as he strode to the center of the classroom aisle.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand, his index finger pointing straight at Yang Guang in the last row.

He said arrogantly, "Yang Guang!"

"You have to accept your defeat!"

"Hurry up!"

"Right now, in front of the whole class, kneel down and kowtow to me, calling me 'Dad'!"

Wang Hao's followers immediately started banging on the desks.

Crackling.

They joined in the frenzy.

"Call me Dad!"

"Speak louder!"

"Let's see how long he can keep up this act!"

"Pack your things and get out of here!"

"No one at Third Middle School will keep a piece of trash like you!"

The head of the teaching department stood at the door, not even having caught his breath.

He had just lifted his foot to take a step.

Wang Hao's arrogant and domineering roar pierced his eardrums.

The head of the teaching department suddenly shuddered violently.

Blood pressure shot straight to the top of his head.

Is Wang Hao tired of living?

You want me to die even faster?

He has no time to bother with that idiot Wang Hao.

The short, stubby legs thrashed about wildly in the narrow passage between the desks.

Despite his overweight body of 200 pounds, he unleashed the ultimate sprint speed of Olympic sprinters.

He rushed straight to the last row.

The back corner.

Yang Guang crossed his hands behind his head, casually stretched his two long legs forward, and rested the soles of his shoes on the crossbar under the drawer.

He tilted his head slightly and casually uttered two words: "Idiot!"

Wang Hao was so angry that his face turned red on the spot.

He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles cracked: "Even when you're about to die, you still dare to be stubborn!"

"director!"

"Quickly call the security guards outside and throw him out of the school!"

Yang Guang completely ignored Wang Hao and instead turned to look at the head teacher, who had rushed to his desk and was drenched in sweat.

The head of the teaching department gripped the edge of Yang Guang's desk tightly with both hands.

His fingers trembled: "Yang...Yang Guang!"

"quick!"

"Come with me right now!"

The whole class was waiting to see Yang Guang being forcibly dragged out of the classroom.

But Yang Guang slowly pulled his long legs back, put his hands into the pockets of his faded sweatpants, leaned back heavily against the wooden chair.

They showed absolutely no intention of getting up.

"Walk?"

"Where are you going, Director?"

"I haven't even put these old books into my schoolbag yet."

"You just said that I have been expelled by your school board."

"Why should someone who's unrelated to society and has no connection to the community listen to your orders, the school's dean of students?"

"I'm not going."

Upon hearing these words, the head of the teaching department suddenly bent his knees and slammed them hard against the metal bookshelf leg next to him.

He couldn't even feel the excruciating pain shooting through his bones.

Thank goodness there's a desk.

Otherwise, you'd really be kneeling for nothing.

However, all he could think about now was Lin Yue's murderous face and that charred, eerie corpse!

Large beads of cold sweat poured down his face as if they were free.

He abruptly pulled his hands away from the desk, then rubbed them together vigorously.

He forced a fawning, obsequious smile onto his fleshy face: "Yang Guang, classmate!"

"No, no, no!"

"Brother Yang!"

"It was all a misunderstanding!"

"What a huge misunderstanding!"

"That decision to expel him was purely a draft!"

"It's a brainless suggestion; it hasn't even been officially approved!"

"I've just thoroughly investigated again, and you definitely didn't do what happened at the sports meet!"

"You excel in both character and academics, and will always be an indispensable top student at our No. 3 Middle School!"

"All the blame lies with my own arrogance and underestimation of others at work!"

"Please, don't hold a grudge against me!"

"Please, I'm begging you, come with me!"

These few words just popped out.

hiss……

A series of gasps erupted from the classroom.

The entire Class 2 of Senior Three was completely frozen in place.

A deathly silence.

Dozens of high school students' chins landed neatly on their desks.

My preconceived values ​​were completely shattered into dust in that instant.

Wang Hao stood frozen in the middle of the corridor.

That arrogant and domineering face instantly collapsed.

His facial features were distorted and deformed in an extremely exaggerated manner.

Misunderstand?

Top students?

What kind of incredible reversal is this?

What kind of drug did this poor scumbag who drinks free soup give the director?

Wang Hao simply couldn't accept this extreme disparity, and he immediately shouted angrily, "Director!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"The school board member just ordered his expulsion!"

"How dare you make this decision on your own?"

"Do you believe I won't call the school board right now and have them fire you, the head of student affairs, too!"