Wen Jin's followers jumped to the door one by one as if they were looking at their father.

A few of us didn't care about this stubble, and took advantage of the opportunity to get up from the ground and kick Wen Jin violently, but we didn't kick twice, and we were pushed out of the toilet by a few veteran-turned-security guards...

When I was pushed into the school's political and educational office, I instantly calmed down, and secretly said in my heart, "It's all over the calf!" The last time I was absent from school, I was called a parent, and this time I actually dared to fight in the school, didn't I die?

"Director Li, how do you think these students are fighting in the toilet?" a security guard reported to the director of the Political and Educational Affairs Office who was sitting behind his desk.

"I'll ask you about the details first, you can go out!" The director of the Political and Educational Office sat behind the desk, holding a large steaming teapot in his hand, sucking in his saliva and waving his hand.

The security guards saluted and exited the room one by one, leaving only a few of us gasping for breath and the director of the Political and Educational Affairs Office staring at us.

The director of the political and educational office of our school was in his early forties, and he was very energetic, with a haircut and thick eyebrows, and an unusually burly figure.

"Tell me, what's going on?" the director of the Political and Educational Affairs Department asked with a smile on his face, putting down the large teapot with the paint peeling off in his hand.

"Director, he robbed me of something..."Mao Mao sniffed and pointed to Wen Jin's grievance.

"What are you robbed of..."The eagle eyes of the director of the political and educational department suddenly became a slit, and he stood up from his chair suddenly, and was just about to walk over, the phone on the desk suddenly rang, and he glanced at a few of us, and then picked up the phone.

"I don't want to be expelled, I'll listen to me later!" Wen Jin bent down and whispered to a few of us while pretending to pat the footprints on his body.

Wang Xing and I were closest to him, exchanged glances with each other, nodded their heads and were about to agree, but Xie Ze next to him jumped up bravely, grabbed Wen Jin's neck, raised his hand and slammed a fist into his face, and shouted angrily, "Fuck you, fire and fire!"

"Nima coins, let you rob Lao Tzu China!" As soon as Xie Zeyong made a move, Mao Mao immediately went crazy, grabbed the flower pot from the director's desk and smashed it on Wen Jin's head.

"What are you doing, you want to rebel?" The director of the Political and Educational Affairs Department, who was on the phone, hurriedly ran out from behind the desk, and Wang Xing and I hurriedly made a frame and dragged it up.

Of course, the two of us hugged Wen Jin's arm, and hurriedly dissuaded, "Don't fight, don't fight..." Xie Zeyong and Mao Mao took the opportunity to kick Wen Jin's body, although the director of the Political and Educational Department is also five big and three thick, but how can he fight two wolf-like calves.

After a while, the office was messed up by a few of us, Xie Zeyong and Mao Mao were really crazy, they smashed Wen Jin with whatever they saw, especially Xie Zeyong was the most ruthless, grabbed Wen Jin's neck and hit the desktop "Bang Bang..."

"Hey, the security department, hurry up and come here..."The director of the political and educational department saw that he couldn't pull it open, took out his mobile phone and roared, and after a while, several sturdy security guards ran in and dragged us away.

Until he was pressed to the ground, Xie Zeyong struggled angrily and roared at Wenjin, "Little Wang, eight calves, Lao Tzu will kill you!"

"Damn, which class is this?, inform their parents!" The director of the Political and Educational Affairs Office was also completely furious, slamming the table and almost jumping up.

"No, I'll take care of this myself, it's nothing to do with them, I'll call my dad to come over!" Mao Mao blushed and panted and pushed away the security guard who was pressing him, took out the latest iPhone6plus from his pocket and yelled at the mobile phone angrily: "Dad, I was beaten up at school, come on!"

When I heard the director of the Political and Educational Office let the parents be notified just now, I was really a little scared, and when Mao Mao took the initiative to stand up and say that he took on this matter, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and secretly sighed that Mao Mao was exquisite.

Wen Jin was probably a little scared, his face turned pale, he covered the bloody wound on his head, and shouted, "I also notify my dad to come over!"

More than 20 minutes later, a middle-aged man with a shaved head and a black suit pushed open the door of the political and educational office and walked in.

"Dad..."After seeing the servants, Wen Jin instantly came to his senses, and he dared to say to the middle-aged man pitifully, and then his two eyes turned red instantly.

"What's the matter?" the middle-aged man glared, stroked the gold chain around his neck, spoke in a rough voice, sat on the director's desk, and the two young men who followed him hurriedly took out cigarettes and handed them to him.

The face of the director of the political and educational office also became a little ugly, and he looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Are you Wenjin's parent?"

"What does your school think of children? I sent my children to school for your protection, how can you be a teacher? Let me tell you, I am good friends with the director of our county's cultural and educational bureau?" asked the middle-aged man with a grim look on his face.

"I... You... Why are you talking like that, this parent?" the director of the Political and Educational Office was dumbfounded by his rhetorical question.

"Then how the should I talk? What time did we pay for tuition and textbooks, and we gave us a dime less? Look at the beating of my child!" the middle-aged man dragged Wen Jin to the director and yelled like a shrew.

"Wen Jin grabbed his classmates' things at school, and a few students would fight, so I called you over, after all, educating children is our common job..."

"What the is common, Lao Tzu will pay you, you have to protect my son, otherwise the protection fee... Phew, I might as well send a beggar for tuition and miscellaneous expenses!" Wen Jin's father is not reasonable at all, he really has a father and a son, what kind of father teaches what son.

"And you little bastards, my son dares to fight? Isn't he tired of being crooked?" After reprimanding the director of the Political and Educational Department, Wen Jin's father took off his suit jacket and wore a black short-sleeved shirt inside, and two cyan dragon tattoos on his two arms, which looked particularly scary.

"Why do you have the ability to kill us, do you want to bite people with your teeth and claws?" Xie Zeyong's newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and scolded Wen Jin's father crookedly.

"Catch these puppies for me!" Wen Jin's father raised his arm, and the two social guys next to him raised their arms and were about to walk towards us.

The director of the Political and Educational Affairs Office and the security guards hurriedly blocked in the middle, for fear that a few of us would be harmed.

At this moment, the door of the Political and Educational Office was pushed open again, and a "big back" with a shiny face poked his head in with a smile on his face, and asked with a humble attitude, "I am Maomao's parent, is this the Political and Educational Office?"

"Dad~" The moment he saw the "big back", Maomao's tears immediately fell out, and he shouted aggrievedly.

The "big back" walked in, and bowed to a few people in the room in a cute manner, "I'm sorry, the child has caused trouble to everyone, I'm sorry!

"Yes, here's a good old man!" Xie Zeyong whispered into my ear.

"You're that dead fat man's father?" After seeing the big back, Wen Jin and his father jumped off the table as if they were springing, and pounced on him with his teeth and claws.

"Mmmm, I'm Maomao's parent! May I ask who you are?" the big back head stopped in front of Maomao and nodded repeatedly, with a good attitude like a prisoner.

"Your little bastard beat my son, what do you say?" Wen Jin's father saw that the "big back" was cowardly, and his arrogance became even more arrogant, biting the cigarette holder and roaring viciously.

"Let's go to the hospital first, how to compensate me to bear it, after all, the child made a mistake, and I am also responsible as a parent, I will apologize for the child!" The big back nodded again and again, took out a small square handkerchief from his pants pocket and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead.

"How do you compensate? How do you plan to compensate? My family's three generations of single heirloom are just one seedling, less than 50,000, let's not talk about it!" Speaking of compensation, Wen Jin's father's eyes instantly narrowed into a slit.